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go of my ass to grip our dicks together. I tipped my throat to swallow his kiss and dug my fingers into the
thick of his shoulders. I latched onto him, eyes wide open, and he flung me into a scalding orgasm with his
thrashing fist wrapped around both our cocks. His stiff hand worked hot and rough on our flesh. His eyes
were dark and wide and I climbed inside his gaze. I let go. I let go and free fell into him. Everything earthly
gone except this union between Dan and me.
Shit. I love him.
I had no time for romance because my balls imploded, shoving ejaculate from my body in a blast that
soaked my chest and hit his chin and stole my air. I didn t care. I quaked and cried and Dan witnessed it
nothing to hide here. He came too. He came, both of us transfixed by the tough slide of his hand on our
joined bodies.
I collapsed against him, desperate for air or space or& Jesus a drink would be a very good thing& and
let go of his hair. He hugged me.
You okay? Was I too rough? Your ribs. I didn t mean to be so
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Just give me a second to catch my breath. I m fine. I was hobbled in my clothing and soaked with
come like some kind of perverted boy toy and I laughed. Oh my God. I must look like& I didn t want to
even think of what I looked like.
You look pretty good to me. His mouth moved on my neck again. I love the way you give yourself
like that just for me.
I have hickeys all over my neck now, don t I?
Maybe one or two. Someone banged on the door and Dan slapped his hand over my head to keep it
shut. That was ill thought because his hand was slimy. He smiled, the one with the dimple and the waggling
brows and then, in a voice that always made my heart swell, he called, Yeah? Just a fucking minute.
Could you two have your quickie somewhere else? People are arriving. We can hear you, Poppy
stage-whispered through the door. She ruined her snit with a giggle. Oh my God, guys, get your fucking
rocks off later.
Music, loud, and smatterings of laughter came from the hall. Work. Fuck I was late for work. Again.
Uh. Be right there. To Dan I said, You need another shirt. Chop chop.
I ll borrow one from Shep. No worries.
I moved to go, but Dan shook his head. Not so fast. He kissed me, mindful now of my bruise. We
touched lips softly and I held him. Maybe he held me. He was so warm. He smelled like mint and spice and
home. And sex, of course. We stayed close until finally I shoved him away with both hands, and with a
sheepish smile I said, You re late for work.
I went into the bathroom to clean up.
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The party was surprisingly uneventful and still no sign of Kendal Schmidt. No mysterious paisley
packages were delivered. No eager reporters burst in unannounced. Dan was a respectable, handsome
bartender who kept one eye on the door and remained anonymous. Vito and Tino hovered over the far-too-
beautiful Poppy McNamara, giving the evil eye to any man who tried to look down her dress.
At first, Poppy fretted over the food and sent messages back to the kitchen via Stephen. I returned a
single message that included the f-word and she left me alone. Shep s party wish was to conquer the
room which was his job as the host so he was hearty and happy and blindingly good-looking. He
laughed at everyone s jokes and offered cigars and flashed his big white teeth. Naturally, it was Gun who
conquered the bloody room. Everyone loved him, the little faker.
I spent the evening limping in the pristine kitchen, loading trays and removing liquor from my uncles
hands. Eventually, Stephen Taylor popped in to check with me again. Are you driving back to the Village
tonight? I could use a ride.
I was surprised he remembered where he lived I was also relieved not to drive downtown alone. If I
collapsed tonight, and there was a chance I might, someone should be around to scrape me off the sidewalk.
Yeah. No problem. Maybe you could give me a hand unloading the van.
Absolutely. Stephen flicked a piece of dust from his lapel and said, Does it involve lifting?
Truthfully, it wouldn t involve a damn thing. My pain had grown insistent, and like a nagging wife or
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