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She did as he asked and moaned as his cock pressed against her soaking pussy.

“I can’t wait to fill you up, Darci. It’s been too long,” he murmured.

“Then don’t wait, Bradley. I need you.”

He entered her in one smooth thrust, filling her with his thick cock. Her pussy clenched around him, still sensitive from her last orgasm.

“Fuck. You feel so damned good, Darci.”

“Move,” she whispered. “I want to feel you move.”

He pulled out and thrust back in. She arched her back, trying to meet his movements. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“Hold on, baby. I’m about to get rough.”

She dug her nails into his shoulder as he pounded into her. She panted, as he slammed into her repeatedly, hitting her in just the right spot to send her reeling toward the cliff again.

“Come with me,” she panted. “I want to come together.”

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stared down at her. “Together,” he agreed as he sank into her again.

Soon they were both groaning their releases, each other’s names on their lips.

They laid their panting for a few minutes before he rolled off of her and disposed of the condom.

“Shower and sleep?” he asked, sitting on the bed next to her.

She grinned. “And maybe some water. I think you dehydrated me.”

He laughed and pulled her up, so she sat next to him.

She kicked off the heels and let him wrap her in his arms.

“That was incredible,” he whispered.

And she couldn’t agree more.

• • •

Sunday morning, Darci sat at the small desk in her home office, scrolling through the morning headlines. She’d slipped out of bed early while Bradley slept, wanting to put a little distance between them. A glass of diet soda was forming a water ring on the weathered wood. It was one of many. She sipped her drink while bookmarking articles and making notes for her blog. The glass, slick with condensation, slipped from her fingers as a familiar face appeared on her screen. In bold letters, the headline above the photo read,Local Charity Organizer Found Dead.

It was Marlie Dixon.Shit.She’d just hugged her last night.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Darci said out loud as she read the article. Marlie had been murdered. When she finished reading, she did a quick search and found five more articles about the murder. As she read, her eyes grew wide. This was even worse than she imagined. Two of the five articles referenced her involvement in S&M.

How did the press know she was in the lifestyle? That wasn’t something she liked to broadcast. She was well known in the kink community as was Darci, but unlike her, Marlie didn’t share her adventures with the world. Most people thought Darci was crazy for writing such an open and honest blog about her sexual choices, but she felt it went hand in hand with fighting for sexual liberty. She stared at the screen for several minutes, unable to form a coherent thought. It was difficult to comprehend that Marlie was dead. Darci was close to the woman, and they had worked on several fundraisers together in the past, and Marlie was a member of Exposure. Now Darci was sad that she had stayed away for the last few months.

“Darci? What happened?”

She jerked at the sound of Bradley’s voice and winced when she felt glass poke into her slippers as she whirled to face him. Slowly, she became aware of the sticky soda coating her lap and the shattered glass on the floor.

She stepped away from the mess and stared at him. It took her a minute to find the words. “I… it’s Marlie. She was murdered last night. And I found out on a fucking news site.”

Bradley stepped into the room in just his boxers and pulled her close. “Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry. What do you need?”

He looked down at the mess next to her desk. “Let’s start with cleaning up the glass. Are you cut?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. There’s a piece in my slippers.”

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