He slipped his index finger inside her and let the diamonds massage her clit. Oh! God! she crooned. What is that? You like it? he continued to caress her with the diamonds and rub of the gold against the big mound of her ball of nerves. I do, I do, she groaned and moved with him, drenching her channel and his fingers in more hot juice. He fucked her with his fingers then, rhythmically, forcefully, until he had to have a taste of her, pulled his fingers out and bent to eat at her sweetness from behind. This way, he got his tongue inside her in a new angle that thrilled him and made her scream. He nipped at her delicate edges over and over, then licked her to soothe her. She was panting, groaning when he flipped her over and spread her legs wide. Lucky for him, he had dumped a fistful of condoms in the nightstand drawer right after theyd checked in. He yanked the drawer open, tore one off and snapped the latex on. In the next second, he buried his cock deep inside sweet, hot pussy. 88 Carried Away Oh, yes! she shouted as she gripped his hips and held him to her. Wild to take her fast and hard, he pumped into her at a clip that stunned him and had her groaning with each stroke. He slammed into her, holding her as if hed never let her go. She arched her hips, offering up her cunt to his relentless claim, until he felt her pussy clench and throb, milking him with a feral pulse. She tumbled into a fast, hard orgasm and he followed an instant behind. His cock as stiff as granite, his hips pounding against her juicy core, he felt himself drained of every ounce of strength. He sank to her side and pulled her against him. His lips against her forehead, he caught his breath and stroked her back. What is that? She caught his hand minutes later to look at the ring. For your bellybutton. He displayed it, then put a finger to her navel and pressed. Could he impress her that she belonged to him? He meant to keep her until she admitted it. Tomorrow, well go to the souk and have a jeweler pierce it and put this in. He held it up and in the sunset drifting through the sheers against the windows, he saw the diamonds sparkle. She took it from his finger and put it on hers to hold this way and that. Your eyes on me, she said and reached up to pull him down for a spellbinding kiss. In more ways than one, babe. When their breathing had returned to normal, he strode into the bathroom and took down from their hooks the white terry house robes. He encouraged her to put hers on and he donned the other. Sitting on the bed, he pulled her next to him. What bothers you? she asked. Nick? Something at the murder scene? The cable cord, yes. Im surprised they didnt find that and check it out. He caught her puzzled expression. What about Nick? I dont know. I didnt like him. And I have always liked your friends. Mark. Cord. Tate. She was frowning. Then she shook her head. Sorry. I need to blow that off. He just rubbed me the wrong way. Too stiff. I dont know. Weve got bigger problems. 89 Cerise DeLand Her big purple eyes were sad. Lots of them. If Ahmeds murderer took his computer, then the culprit probably also has my email. My website. My ID. My She sat straighter and looked at him in horror. I never thought, but of course, they have my office address, too. And with your real name, they can easily reference your father. Grant hated to say it. And also Oh, my god, Grant! My mother! She rose up on her knees on the bed. Ill get Todd to put a detail on her now. He turned, in search of his phone. The house! And her office! Right, both. Where the hell had he put his phone? Ah. The living room in his trench coat. His distinctive ring led him right to it. Fishing it out of his pocket, he read the caller ID. Nick. Hey, whats happening? Found out from the Paris homicide squad that there was no computer in the room when they went in. Oh, Christ. Grant rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. Okay. Do you have them analyzing any fingerprints on the cable cord? I suggested
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