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The loud groan he didn’t hold back let her know the man appreciated her efforts and showed a real willingness for her to continue. And so she did. Once she had his shirt ready to be removed, he leaned forward to help her and then watched as she did a little lap dance while removing her own sweater.

In seconds, eyes widening in appreciation, he helped her take it off and before he could lean in to place his mouth on her body, she pulled back teasingly and reached behind for her bra.Feeling the power, she took her time lowering the lacy white material, revealing her breasts.

The widening of his eyes and the ultimate sigh of approval more than paid for her playfulness. His warm hands reached to cup her fullness and for the first time, she moaned along with him. Overcome with hunger, she began moving against him in the age-old sexual rhythm, her groin grinding against his with each back and forth movement she made.

By now, both of them were breathing hard. Their mouths becoming devoted in ramping up the passion. Both loved the desire the other brought to their togetherness. And both delighted in the expectation of what would be coming.

In unison, their breathing rang with unfulfilled craving and without fully knowing how it happened, she was under his body on the large sofa. Megan never remembered exactly how she got there, but she became so involved with helping him remove her clothes and then his that she didn’t care.

The need to be naked… skin to skin was vital. Rubbing against each other in the age-old slow motion dance for sexual gratification, they sighed heavily in unison. Licking and kissing his neck, her hands massaged the skin on his back, his hips, and over his waist to his man buns of perfection.

All the while, his hands also traveled her body… like a sculptor making magic with his clay. Taking his time, he eventually inserted his fingers to make her aware of his ultimate goal and ensure her readiness for his intentions. Megan, loving the attention, jerked and bucked with gratitude for his persistence until her patience with his playfulness ended.

Wriggling to accommodate his engorged body, she almost screamed with relief when she felt him enter, gently at first, but once she arched herself to make it easy for him, her willingness and encouragement urged him forward. When she began topant seductively, Megan heard him whisper, “Baby, it’s so good. You’re beautiful.”

Needing her name coming out of his mouth rather than any generic title, she groaned, “Joe, say my name.”

“Megan. Christ, woman I’ll say anything you ever want me to, just don’t ever stop.”

Hurt that he misunderstood, she pushed at him to back off so she could see his eyes. Her voice grating, ordering, filled with need, she insisted, “I have to know that you’re aware of who you’re fucking.”

He stiffened. Harsh words followed, melting her resistance completely. “Christ Megan, I’m not fucking you. Can’t you tell when a man’s making love to the woman he adores?”

Stung, floating to an unknown precipice she’d never before reached, she suddenly understood his meaning. “Me too, Joe.”

Loving his stark whispered truth, she began actively participating, moving her body with him each time he pumped into hers. As their hunger intensified, they became even more invested in helping each other reach the magic. Knowing her climax was imminent, she held her breath. Never having felt such intensity before, she submerged herself in every emotion, every powerful building of passion. Until the tingling turned into shivers… followed by pulsations that seemed to go on forever. When the final rush peaked, she screamed his name.

Chapter Thirty-five

Joe never, ever… ever wanted to part from the woman glued to him.

United by flesh and whispered honesty, his heartrate took its own sweet time slowing to a normal rhythm. Cuddling Megan’s sweat-soaked body close, he reached for the throw he kept at the end of the sofa and pulled it over them both. Still locked in an embrace, he felt his body still reacting to the incredible journey it had just taken. As he tightened his lower muscles and enjoyed the lasting sensations, small twitches enhanced the moment.

Megan also appeared to be in her own little world, which he didn’t want to disturb, but he had to know if she meant what she’d said. Was it whispered in the moment of passion, or did he matter to her like she did to him? If so, he’d be the luckiest bastard in the world.

Should he ask? Christ, he wanted to so badly, but everything he’d been worried about earlier rushed over him again. How could a man tie a woman to him with prison in his future? Noway could he put Megan through that nightmare, especially with her being in law enforcement. Feeling her clinging to him, he allowed himself to linger, enjoying the satisfaction of holding her in his arms for a few seconds longer.

God, letting her go would be the hardest thing ever asked of him. And he thought serving his country was paramount.

What? Now where the hell did that come from?

Shaken, he didn’t understand how such an unsolicited memory could intrude, but he knew it to be sincere.Hey man, you’re in a load of shit. Keep it together.

With his mind hating the idea of their possible separation, he decided he’d deal with what might happen when it did. In the meantime, he’d show her that – in this moment – she meant the world to him in every possible way.

If the phone hadn’t interrupted his dreamworld, he’d have probably turned to her again, but the ringing started niggling into his conscience. Number one, who would be calling him at this time of night if it wasn’t important? And two, with so much hanging in the balance, he couldn’t afford to ignore anything. Decision made, with one hand he reached for the cell and checked to see that it was Vinnie who waited for him to answer.

By this time, Megan had pushed away, watching his face, knowing from his stiffening that he wanted to take the call. When he showed her who was calling she nodded and went to leave him in privacy, but he pulled her back against him and put the call on speaker. “Hey Vinnie, what’s up?”

Heavy breathing made him stiffen with apprehension, and then a ragged voice followed. “Lucia ran away from the center. They just called. Joseph, she was here. I know it. Remember that bag of drugs I left on the desk in the office? Well, it’s gone. So is the cash I kept in my file cabinet. You have to find her.”

“How the hell did she get back there without anyone seeing her?”

“Snuck in through the back gate. That security guard just got his ass fired. Nobody else saw her coming or leaving.”

“Then how do you know for sure it was her?”

Megan leaned up to whisper in Joe’s ear. “The security cameras.”

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