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and
licking at the sensitive flesh there.
    “Oh, my God. I want you inside me,” she
begged.
    “Like this?” He thrust hard, forcing himself
into her tight channel.
    “Just like that,” she gasped.
    His hands tightened on hers, and she lay
beneath them, trapped, completely at his mercy. His weight pinned her down to
the bed, and every nerve in her body was on fire as he slid across her,
thrusting in deeper and then moving his hips, pistoning into her, claiming her
as his with every thrust.
    His breath rasped out in a harsh, uneven
rhythm, and sweat trickled down his perfect forehead as he stared down at her. 
He looked at her as if she were a beautiful work of art, to be marveled at and
worshipped. As if he wanted to drink in every detail of her flushed face, her sweat-dampened
curls, her reddened, parted lips.
    She could feel her heart swelling inside her,
and also fear, throbbing in her chest, and aching inside her. 
    He thrust and thrust, deep inside her very
core, and a tiny hot blossom of pleasure bloomed inside her pelvis, and swelled
until it was almost painful, and then the heat exploded into a thousand
shooting stars that burned and sizzled inside her.
    Rafe cried out as he felt the rippling
muscles of her orgasm squeezing him, and he joined her in orgasm, and his harsh
gasps were like music to her because she knew it was all for her. 
    This could never last, but right here, right
now, she was the center of his universe, she was the source of his unbearable
pleasure.  She pressed her face into his warm, sweaty shoulder and breathed in
his musky masculine scent and blinked back tears of pleasure and anticipated
pain.

Chapter Sixteen
     
    “Go, for God’s sake! I don’t need a
babysitter.”  Jeffrey hadn’t come to help out at Sweet Surrender because he had
a client meeting, and Viola was uncharacteristically cranky. For the first
time, Poppy wondered if Rafe might be right about the two of them. Could it be
that Viola actually enjoyed the exchange of verbal sniper fire between herself
and Jeffrey all day long?
    She needed to deposit the store’s receipts in
the bank, and Rafe insisted on going with her, but she was nervous about
leaving Viola working in the front of the bakery by herself.
    “Lock the door until we get back,” Rafe told
her sternly.
    “Promise me,” Poppy added. “Look me in the
eye and promise me you will lock the door until we get back.”
    “Oh, for the love of Beelzebub, fine. 
Scout’s honor. I promise,” Viola waved them out of the store.
    “She wasn’t actually a girl scout, you know.
So I’m not sure if that promise was legally binding,” Poppy worried as they
headed down the street.
    “The bakers are in the back. She should be
okay,” Rafe said, although he didn’t look completely convinced.
    Half an hour later, as Rafe backed into his parking space, Poppy
caught sight of the front of Sweet Surrender, and gasped in horror.
    The words “Die Whore Die!” were spray painted
in red on the outside of the store.
    And the front door was unlocked, and the
store was empty.
    “Viola?” Poppy cried in a panic, rushing inside. She heard a sound
coming from down the office.
    Oh, God, she should never have left Viola alone.
    Before Rafe could stop her, she grabbed a fire extinquisher  from
the wall and raced over to the office, shouting her friend’s name, while Rafe
raced after, yelling “Stop! Poppy, get back here!”
    She could hear muffled groans coming from her office.  Viola
was being murdered – and it was all her fault!
    Frantic, she kicked the door open, fire extinguisher pointed like
a gun…to see Jeffrey and Viola, butt naked and writhing in an anatomically
impossible position on her desk. Rafe ran up right behind her, bumping into her
so hard she staggered into the room, and Jeffrey and Viola quickly sprang
apart.
    “Hey!” Viola yelled indignantly. “A little privacy here?”
    “Jeffrey! Your fiancée!”  Poppy gasped.
    “She dumped me this