Page 53 of Hidden Hero

“Fucking perfect,” he whispered.

He pinched the bundle of nerves, and she immediately clenched around him tighter as another orgasm jolted through her core. Her mouth opened, but no words came as she gasped for air. Sparks flew behind her tightly closed eyes.

Suddenly, his grip on her hips tightened, and she opened her eyes to see him staring intently at her. It was hard to define the expression on his face, but she could have sworn it was one of genuine care. All other thoughts flew from her mind as he suddenly plunged again and held her in place as he roared. His face was flushed, and his neck muscles bulged as he pumped slowly.

She thought he was beautiful. But as he dropped his chin and his gaze fell upon her again, she realized that the word beautiful barely covered her feelings.

He’d put her first, given her control, then made sure she was taken care of. And that, she knew, was beautiful.

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Christ!Jeremy couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard. All the descriptions of fucking he’d ever heard paled in comparison. Seeing stars? Fireworks? Eyes rolling back in his head? Heart nearly leaping from his chest as it pounded so hard? Struggling to breathe? Draining every drop until he was wrung dry?

He lowered his head and stared at the woman now on her back, her legs confidently opened to allow his body access, her perfect breasts on display, and his cock still nestled inside her slick channel. And all he could think of was how beautiful her eyes were as she shined up at him. Not like he was Prince Charming, but as though he was just a man who’d rocked her world as much as she had rocked his.

He leaned over to balance his weight on his palms flat on the mattress beside her. Still catching his breath, he stared deeply into her eyes and said, “God, you’re beautiful, Cora.”

Her hands glided up his biceps to rest on his shoulders as her kiss-puffed lips curved into a smile that lit her whole face. “You’re not so bad yourself, Detective.”

His elbows bent, and he captured her lips once again. Angling his head, he traced her lips with his tongue, then nuzzled her neck and began kissing over her breasts and down to her tummy as his cock slid from her body.

“I can’t believe we slept so long,” she said.

“I’m sure you know that’s what happens when you work straight through the night.”

She nodded. “I told the hospital I wouldn’t be in today unless they called me. What about you?”

“Same. Unless there’s anything new I need to deal with, I’ll go in tomorrow.”

“So that means you have nothing pressing on your time right now.”

He caught her slight grin and nodded slowly. “I guess that’s right, Dr. Wadsworth. Do you think I need a checkup?”

“Oh, Detective Pickett. Instead of a checkup, how about I just keep checking you out?”

He barked out laughter, then kissed her quickly before standing. “I gotta take care of the condom, but I’ll be right back.” He took care of business and returned to the bedroom to see her sitting up.

“Hungry? I can fix us something to eat? How does breakfast for a midafternoon meal sound?”

“I’ve never turned down breakfast food at any time during the day,” he quipped. “In fact, I’d have to say that’s just my favorite.”

“Then we’ll get dressed and have something to eat.” She picked her panties off the floor and slid them up her legs. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a T-shirt. As she settled it over her body, she turned to stare at him, then cocked an eyebrow.

“Are you gonna keep standing naked in the middle of my bedroom?”

“I’m just enjoying the view. I’d have to say the scenery in this room is my favorite.”

He pulled on his boxers and pants, jerking his T-shirt over his head in one smooth motion. His fingers reached out instinctively, and hers met his halfway. Their hands linked, a quiet promise in the touch, as they strolled down the hall together.

Max and Mia skittered at their feet, their tails wagging furiously as if they had waited a lifetime for this attention. He chuckled, scratching behind Max’s ears. The thought of Tommy Girl flickered in his mind. He’d left food for her. She’d need tending soon, but for now, this moment was his.

In the kitchen, they moved with practiced efficiency. Cora whisked eggs for omelets while he busied himself with bacon sizzling in the skillet. The smell of crisping meat mingled with the buttery aroma of hashbrowns filled the air with warmth.

English muffins popped from the toaster, golden and steaming. Butter and jam found their place on the table, and soon, they sat opposite each other, their plates piled high. They dug in, forks scraping across ceramic, their hunger overriding conversation.

Minutes passed in contented silence until Cora suddenly laughed, the sound light and unguarded. He looked up, his brow arching in question.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

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