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Sweet pralines and cream.

He was so big. So good.

She pushed him away, craving the friction, the slickness sliding out and back inside.

Landry took over, setting the pace, moving in and out.

Camille lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. As the pace increased, so did her heartbeat, and that delicious tension built.

Just when she reached the zenith, he slammed home, burying himself deeply. His cock pulsed his release inside her as her release rippled through her body. She pumped her hips, drawing the sensations out as long as she could until she collapsed against the mattress, limp as a wet dishrag and completely satiated.

Landry leaned over her on his elbows so that he wouldn’t crush her. “Are you all right?” he asked, kissing the sensitive skin beneath her earlobe.

A smile spread across her face. “Better than all right.”

He chuckled, gathered her close and rolled them both onto their sides, still intimately connected. “That was amazing.”

“The best.”

“And sad,” he said.

Camille frowned. “Sad?”

He nodded. “I don’t think it can ever be that good again.”

Her lips curved on the corners. “Is that a challenge?”

“I don’t know.” He traced a finger along her arm and down to circle her breast. “What do you think?”

They might not be in this for the long haul, but she’d damn sure take everything she could get, while it lasted. She chuckled. “Challenge accepted.”

Chapter 9

“Mama!” A plaintive little voice nudged Landry from sleep. He blinked his eyes open to stare up at the ceiling of a room which, at the moment, he couldn’t remember.

Movement on the bed beside him brought back the memories of where he was, with whom and what had happened in that bed.

“Coming!” Camille called out, her voice hoarse. She rolled out of the bed, stepped into a pair of panties, pulled a T-shirt over her head and ran from the room.

Landry shot out of the bed, dragged on his jeans and followed, zipping as he went.

When he entered Ava’s room, his gaze went first to Camille holding her daughter, then to the window.

It was closed.

He crossed to it and checked the lock. Still engaged.

“Oh, baby,” Camille was saying. “You’re so warm.”

“I don’t feel good,” Ava said. “Am I going to die?”

Camille shook her head. “No, baby. You’re not going to die. You just have a little fever. You just need some medicine to make you feel better.”

“I’m cold,” Ava said, her teeth chattering.

“I know, honey,” Camille said. “It’s the fever. It makes your body hot, but you feel cold inside.”

Landry hated seeing little Ava so small and sick, dark smudges beneath her eyes, and her face flushed pink with fever. “Where’s the medicine?” he asked, wanting to help any way he could.

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