Making the Grade by Marie Harte Page A

off, almost, but never quite separating them.
    He kissed his way to her throat, her ear, and whispered, “There’s absolutely nothing better than making love to you. I love being inside you, baby.”
    She hitched her breath and slammed over him.
    “Touch yourself,” he urged. “I want you to come with me.”
    She levered up to look down at him, and everything inside him hungered for her. He raised a hand to cup her breast, still covered by her sweater, and she reached between them to finger herself while they made love.
    “You feel so good inside me, Brian. God, yes. Fill me up.”
    His climax neared, but he wanted her with him. Always with him.
    “Come for me. Yeah, all over me.” He gripped her hips, the urgency so close. He couldn’t stop the swell of pleasure as it crushed him into a mind-blowing orgasm. Her small cry hit him as he eased down, and he watched her grind over him while she came, so moved by the woman he could cry.
    Yeah, Brian. Real macho. That’ll turn her on.
    With a sigh, he brought her down to him and kissed her, loving that once again, he’d left a part of himself inside her—this woman he wanted to hold on to forever.
    “Brian.” She moaned his name and continued to kiss him.
    When she’d finally had enough, she pulled away and off him. He tucked himself back into his jeans and stood while she cleaned herself up. They packed up their belongings in companionable silence, grinning at each other, and walked back to the car, hand in hand.
     
     
    Faith spent the rest of the week either at Brian’s house in the evenings or working hard at the office to get everything done for her upcoming meeting with the Rex Samson. Their meeting had been postponed until the following week, so she felt better about being ready about everything.
    Everything concerning work.
    Saturday afternoon, the girls came over and Hailey stared at her with a critical eye. “You’re going with the blue dress? I liked the red. Sets off your hair better.”
    “No way.” Sydney sat munching the muffins she’d supposedly brought for Faith. She handed one to Hailey, who took it with thanks. “The blue is nice. Note the plunging neckline. You’re going to love how Brian’s mouth drops when he sees you in it.”
    Hailey rolled her eyes. “Please. That red one had no back. He’ll be feeling her up all night. The blue one is a tease.”
    “You guys are no help at all.” Faith put the blue one back in her closet and took out a sheer black dress that hit her just above her knee and covered her from her neck down. No hint of skin, but the dress hugged her curves like a lover. “How about basic black?”
    “With the red heels,” Hailey and Sydney said together. They high-fived and continued to eat the treats Faith eyeballed with longing. But she wanted to look as slim as possible when meeting Brian’s dad for the first time.
    God, I’m meeting his father.
    “So Brian’s dad…” Sydney paused and dusted a crumb off her lips. “The man’s an asshole with a capital A. Don’t be surprised if he looks at you like you’re scum.”
    “That’s if he’s not leering at you.” Hailey sighed. “Poor Dylan told Gage and Derrick all about the guy. He used to be Judge Goode’s therapist.”
    Faith didn’t know if she liked Dylan being chatty about a former patient. “I thought doctor/patient privilege was sacred.”
    Sydney nodded. “It is. Dylan wasn’t talking about his sessions; he was telling the guys about when he met the judge at Brian’s party. Not a great scene.”
    “Oh. So?” She hung the black dress on the back of her closet door and put the red pumps near her dresser. Now for the earrings…
    “Judge Goode kind of freaked out when Dylan confessed to falling in love with his daughter. And with Harper.” Sydney chuckled. “Dylan kissed Harper right there on the mouth in front of everyone. So Judge Goode turned on his heel and left.”
    “That was something to see,” Hailey agreed. Apparently