Page 99 of Dream Weaver

COOPER

As crappy as the start of my Saturday had been, the day ended very…er, pleasurably.

But that was only after hours of conferring with Ingo on what had transpired at Devil’s Bridge. He was in the process of calling in more ADMSA agents to Sedona and insisted we leave the rest of the investigating to him.

Fine with me. I was a firefighter and part-time blacksmith’s assistant. I also had a night off, and so did my boss — Abby.

Of course, Abby was Abby, and she’d insisted on squeezing in a few more hours of work that Saturday afternoon. We’d repeated our candlelight dinner, but not the sex on the workbench part. The minute we got back to my place, however—

We stripped and,Zing!I pulled the shower curtain shut behind us. It was a tight squeeze, with both of us crowded in together, but I didn’t mind.

Not in the least,my bear hummed as I rubbed soap over her curves.

So, not the most efficient shower, but a damn memorable one. My back had never been cleaner. My dirty mind, on the other hand, was already fast-forwarding to what might come next.

Eventually, the water ran cold, and we moved to the bed.

“I call the top,” Abby murmured, pushing my back into the mattress.

“So bossy.” I shook my head in mock dismay, while my hands snuck around her waist.

“I know, I know. Nothing but suffering for you today. And I’m about to be even bossier. Condom, please.”

I wiggled my hands. “Can’t you see I’m trapped here?”

Her eyes twinkled. “Oh, poor you. So helpless. You want help?”

Boy, did I, even if her definition of help was more like torture. Deliciously slow, teasing torture. But somehow, I endured.

“Now, if you don’t mind…” she murmured, straddling me.

I had a good comeback. I really did. But it vaporized the moment Abby sank down, taking me deep.

So, no. I didn’t mind. Not in the least.

As far as conversation went, things deteriorated from there. But we reached new highs in every other sense.

“Oh… Yes…” Abby rocked over me once we’d fallen into a rhythm.

Her eyes slid shut, and her hair swayed.

I might have uttered a few exclamations myself. A few feral sounds too. Not that Abby seemed to mind.

She likes me!my bear cheered again and again.

She did. But did she love me?

The question kept flitting through my mind, but I pushed it away every time. Love might be on one side of a Venn diagram and sex on the other, but figuring out where they overlapped was not something you accomplished in bed.

“Oh…” Abby groaned, tipping her head back.

Her hair was still wet from the shower, and a drop landed on my chest. I half expected it to sizzle from the heat we generated.

“More…” Abby murmured, close to coming.

My hands were tight on her hips, but if I really stretched…

My thumb found the nub at her core, and she cried out. Again and again, until she rocked into an orgasm. I drove up to meet her with one last, hard push, barely holding back the roar that thundered through my mind.

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