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Coming right up.
He opened both bottles and handed one to her. On their way back into the living
room he flipped the switch that turned on his CD player, hoping there was something
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mellow and soothing in the disk changer. Immediately Carrie Underwood s soothing
voice drifted out on the air in a plaintive ballad.
He sat down in the big armchair and pulled Chloe onto his lap.
Sit here with me, he told her. Let me work out the knot you ve tied yourself
into.
We re going to run again tonight, right? she asked.
Count on it.
And we ll check on your friend. Her smile was a tiny one but it was a smile just
the same. I agree that her location makes her obvious prey.
Thank you. He smoothed the hair back from her forehead with his free hand. I ll
identify new places for us to check tomorrow for Melinda, also. And maybe you could
bring your camera. Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.
You mean capture photos for my book while we re hunting?
That s what I had in mind. That work for you?
Absolutely. Thanks for thinking of it.
Good. This is what works for me.
He set her bottle on the chair-side table beside his, tilted her face toward him and
took her mouth in a deep kiss. No little teasing touches this time. No soft brushes of his
lips against hers. With a desperation that surprised him he thrust his tongue boldly into
her mouth, drinking from her, licking every surface, holding her head in place while his
tongue swept across her palate, her gums, the soft inner flesh of her lips.
She moaned softly the sound reverberating in his own mouth and he tightened his
hold on her head. His tongue danced with hers, thrust and retreat, mimicking what
he d like to do with his cock. Trying to tell her without words what she meant to him.
At first her body was tense, but as he probed with his tongue, his fingers threading
through her hair to rub her scalp she relaxed in his arms. When her tongue met his and
twirled around it, heat shot through him and his cock flexed beneath the restraining
fabric of his jeans. He slipped one hand beneath her t-shirt, stroking the soft skin as he
walked his fingers up to the swell of her breast. When he cupped it in his palm Chloe
leaned into him and her tongue swept through his mouth.
He dragged his mouth away from hers. Naked, he rasped. I want you naked.
This minute.
She pushed herself up from his lap, and for a moment he thought she was going to
change her mind. Tell him she didn t want this right now. Instead she turned up the
volume on the CD player, where Carrie Underwood was now still singing to something
with a heavy pounding beat. When Mark started to rise she shook her head at him.
Swaying to the music she slowly drew her t-shirt over her head, let it dangle for a
moment from her fingers, then tossed it toward the couch.
A striptease! She was doing a goddamn striptease for him! Well, maybe she needed
to feel in charge for the moment, since everything else in her life had spiraled out of
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control. At least the way it seemed to her. Lifting his beer to his mouth he took a slow
sip from the bottle, settled back in the chair and glued his eyes to her body.
As she moved her hips to the heavy thump of the bass and drums, she reached
behind her to unclasp her bra, then bent forward to shimmy the straps down her arms.
Her breasts swayed tantalizingly, and Mark wanted to reach out and close his hands
around them. But this was Chloe s show and he forced himself to watch, and wait.
The bra hung by one strap from the tips of two fingers before she let it simply drop
to the floor. Her hands moved to cup her breasts, holding them out to him. Offering
them. Her eyes half closed, she hummed along to the music, her thumbs rubbing across
nipples now darkened and beaded.
The jeans seemed to take forever to come off. He heard the snap pop and the zipper
rasp, but Chloe lowered them inch by torturous inch, her heavy-lidded eyes never
leaving his face. When she was clad only in the merest scrap of silk that passed for a
thong, she threw her head back, her long hair falling in a tumbled mass, and did a slow,
seductive dance in place.
Mark couldn t help himself. The pain was getting to him. Setting his beer aside, he
unfastened his jeans, lowered the zipper and released his thick cock with a sigh of relief.
Chloe stopped in mid-sway. Take off your shirt, too. Her voice was so low and
rich with passion it resonated through him.
Mark obliged, nearly ripping the shirt in his haste to remove it.
Now the jeans, she told him, her hands still cradling her breasts, her hips still
moving.
Chloe&
The jeans, she insisted, dancing away from him. You can t touch me until the
jeans are gone.
And will I get to touch you? He almost didn t recognize his own voice.
Soon, she promised. Get rid of those jeans.
He toed off his boots, taking the socks with them, and stood to yank off the jeans.
Then he stood there, waiting. This was her show all the way. He wasn t going to take
that away from her. He had a feeling the reward would be more than worth it.
She hooked her thumbs into the narrow band of lace just above her pubic curls.
Now the shorts, she told him. We ll do this together.
Her eyes were locked on his as she slowly pushed the thong past her hips and
wriggled it down to her ankles. Mark kicked his boxers to the side and stood there,
waiting.
Sit down again, she instructed. You can touch yourself if you want to.
Thank god!
He wrapped his fingers around his throbbing cock and slowly stroked himself as
Chloe resumed her erotic dance. Her feet moved with the rhythm of the song, her hands
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lifted her hair from her neck and rose gracefully. She danced away from him, watching
him fondle himself. Moving closer, she bent forward, touched the tip of one finger to
the head of his shaft and spread the drop of fluid that had seeped from the slit over the
sensitive flesh of the head. Mark sucked in his breath, wanting to grab her and lower
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