is.”
“There have been crazier things in the world.”
That was true. Jenna stopped thinking, she tilted her face up to his for a kiss and his lips pressed against hers, softly at first and then more demandingly. Her hand twined around his neck, pulling him closer and when he moved so that he was on top of her she arched her back, seeking his warmth, his maleness and he responded by pulling her closer to him. The kiss lengthened and intensified, the need that they both had, the emotions that were bursting through them exploded into a maelstrom of desire.
Blake took his time. He undressed her slowly, exploring every inch of her body. He stroked her velvety skin, ran his tongue into the hollows behind her ears and kissed her neck. He kissed and caressed her, stroked her and coaxed her into a state of erotic wanting that left her panting and breathless.
He took his clothes off and she looked up at him, at the hard lines of his body, the breadth of his shoulders and chest, the nip that his waist took and the placket of V-shaped muscle that led to his lower belly and cock. He came to her softly, his fingers guiding his dick to her waiting opening and he slid forward just an inch, letting her rise up to meet him when she was ready, and she was ready.
Her slickness engulfed him, they both cried out and his tongue streaked across her nipples. Jenna’s legs wrapped around his waist and her heels banged against the upper part of his ass cheeks as he flexed and pumped in and out of her.
The scent of their lovemaking grew stronger and Jenna closed her eyes, letting him make love to her, letting him take her away from everything except the feeling of his body moving on top of hers, his cock filling her, his breath against her cheek and his fingers curling into her shoulders as he groaned and began to move faster as a climax claimed them both and left them lying in a golden pool of warmth and light.
She ran her fingers up and down his back, relishing the feel of his muscles and his skin below her fingertips. Their breath slowly became less harsh and rapid and he moved out of her, leaving a trail of his milky fluids running from her pink inner folds and into the covers. He curled around her in a protective gesture and she sighed, put her face against his strong chest and listened to the reassuring thudding of his heart.
His fingers traced her jaw and he lifted her chin to kiss her softly and sweetly. Jenna wondered how it was possible for him to make love to her with such fury but still make her feel so cherished and safe. It was a rare gift and she knew it, and she did not want to lose it…or him.
He fell asleep, his breathing tapering off into a gentle snore and she lay awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering what she should do about her job. She had the file, and she could explain her part in the whole mess and she might even be okay, but is that what she wanted?
Of course it is , she scolded herself. This is all just a reaction to my secretary turning out to be some kind of psycho kingpin thief with… she closed her eyes. The whole thing was beyond surreal, it felt like some terribly bad dream or B rated movie. How could this happen in real life? Yet it had, and she still had no answers even though she knew all of the reasons. Denise had been wronged, but had that justified what she had done? No, not at all.
She had been wronged by her parents but the truth, painful as it was, was clear. She had known better. She could have, should have, done any number of things. She should have turned her father in, or walked out and refused to help him cook that mess—she had known exactly what it did to people, the street they lived on was filled with addicts after all.
She had not been a defenseless child by the time that arrest came along, and she could have walked, others had at that age and while her odds were not good—nobody’s were in that kind of life, she might have saved herself some misery.
Or maybe not. Maybe
“There have been crazier things in the world.”
That was true. Jenna stopped thinking, she tilted her face up to his for a kiss and his lips pressed against hers, softly at first and then more demandingly. Her hand twined around his neck, pulling him closer and when he moved so that he was on top of her she arched her back, seeking his warmth, his maleness and he responded by pulling her closer to him. The kiss lengthened and intensified, the need that they both had, the emotions that were bursting through them exploded into a maelstrom of desire.
Blake took his time. He undressed her slowly, exploring every inch of her body. He stroked her velvety skin, ran his tongue into the hollows behind her ears and kissed her neck. He kissed and caressed her, stroked her and coaxed her into a state of erotic wanting that left her panting and breathless.
He took his clothes off and she looked up at him, at the hard lines of his body, the breadth of his shoulders and chest, the nip that his waist took and the placket of V-shaped muscle that led to his lower belly and cock. He came to her softly, his fingers guiding his dick to her waiting opening and he slid forward just an inch, letting her rise up to meet him when she was ready, and she was ready.
Her slickness engulfed him, they both cried out and his tongue streaked across her nipples. Jenna’s legs wrapped around his waist and her heels banged against the upper part of his ass cheeks as he flexed and pumped in and out of her.
The scent of their lovemaking grew stronger and Jenna closed her eyes, letting him make love to her, letting him take her away from everything except the feeling of his body moving on top of hers, his cock filling her, his breath against her cheek and his fingers curling into her shoulders as he groaned and began to move faster as a climax claimed them both and left them lying in a golden pool of warmth and light.
She ran her fingers up and down his back, relishing the feel of his muscles and his skin below her fingertips. Their breath slowly became less harsh and rapid and he moved out of her, leaving a trail of his milky fluids running from her pink inner folds and into the covers. He curled around her in a protective gesture and she sighed, put her face against his strong chest and listened to the reassuring thudding of his heart.
His fingers traced her jaw and he lifted her chin to kiss her softly and sweetly. Jenna wondered how it was possible for him to make love to her with such fury but still make her feel so cherished and safe. It was a rare gift and she knew it, and she did not want to lose it…or him.
He fell asleep, his breathing tapering off into a gentle snore and she lay awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering what she should do about her job. She had the file, and she could explain her part in the whole mess and she might even be okay, but is that what she wanted?
Of course it is , she scolded herself. This is all just a reaction to my secretary turning out to be some kind of psycho kingpin thief with… she closed her eyes. The whole thing was beyond surreal, it felt like some terribly bad dream or B rated movie. How could this happen in real life? Yet it had, and she still had no answers even though she knew all of the reasons. Denise had been wronged, but had that justified what she had done? No, not at all.
She had been wronged by her parents but the truth, painful as it was, was clear. She had known better. She could have, should have, done any number of things. She should have turned her father in, or walked out and refused to help him cook that mess—she had known exactly what it did to people, the street they lived on was filled with addicts after all.
She had not been a defenseless child by the time that arrest came along, and she could have walked, others had at that age and while her odds were not good—nobody’s were in that kind of life, she might have saved herself some misery.
Or maybe not. Maybe
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