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Russell wedged his shoulders between her thighs, drew her
calves over his shoulders and pushed his fingers deep inside her pussy. She
cried out and scrambled for a handhold to keep from falling. He captured her
hard clit between his lips and thrashed his tongue over it. Fingers pressed
high and rubbed hard. Climax rolled over her in sweet waves that made her want
to melt in his arms. He stayed with her through the peak, then eased away with
kisses up her belly toward her breasts. A flick of his fingers unhooked her
bra. He captured his prize with a deep suckle, wrapped his arms around her and
pulled them both over the back of the sofa and onto it.

He was astride her now. Other than the jacket she’d removed,
only his shoes were gone. The rest of his clothing remained. Valerie plucked at
the knot on his tie. Russell yanked it free. She moved to his shirt buttons,
pushing each through their holes while he shrugged it off. He’d yet to pull his
mouth from her breasts. Arrows of pleasure speared to her clit, reigniting the
swell. She swore if she didn’t get him inside her soon, she’d die. A flick of
her fingers released his belt. Another made quick work of the fly hook. She
shoved her hands inside his trousers and boxers, forcing the zipper to part.

“Goddamn, woman,” he groaned around a mouthful of tit.

Farther still and she cupped his hard balls. That jerked his
head up on a hard moan. He jumped to his feet and struggled free of his
clothing. His erection bobbed free, that drop of pre-cum begging to be licked.
Valerie opened her arms and legs to him.

“Uh-uh.” Russell straddled her waist. “I’m only human. You
can’t flash the girls like that and expect me to ignore them.”

Valerie grinned. “You mean these?” She cupped her breasts,
shoved them together and thumbed the hard nipples.

“I do.” He slid his cock between them. Valerie twirled her
tongue around the head, then sucked it into her mouth.

He groaned and fell forward a little more, bracing his hands
on the armrest. She lifted her knees behind him, holding him closer. He fucked
like a beast and she loved every second, loved that she had the power to reduce
him to this level. His balls felt like hot coals over her heart. She locked her
lips around his cock head, flashed her tongue over the salty tip and took his
pounding thrusts. Each unfettered sound that tore from his throat felt like an
homage to love and a sad reminder of all they’d given up these last months.
Tears welled in her eyes and fell unrestricted down her cheeks. Valerie sucked
harder, determined to give him a night he’d never forget.

She felt the tension in his thighs, the just-for-her
quivers. He froze…then came in a blast of heat that flooded her mouth. She
swallowed every spurt, then as he had with her, released him slowly and bathed
his groin with kisses. Russell slid atop her, cupped her face and kissed her
once, twice…

“You’re crying.” He brushed the tears away with his thumb.
“Why? Did I hurt you?”

“Never.” Valerie fanned her fingers over his ribs, around to
his back. “I missed you so much it overwhelmed me.”

“I know, honey. I know.” He kissed the corners of her mouth.
“Never again.”

“But—”

“Never.” Another kiss.

“Our jobs—”

“No work talk tonight. We’ve given enough of ourselves to
that. It’s time to take something back for ourselves.” He stood and extended
his hand to her. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.”

“I like the sound of that.” She grabbed his hand and pulled
herself to her feet. “After a pit stop.”

“Ladies first.”

He gave her a wink, a light pat on the ass and started to
retrieve their scattered clothing while she dashed to the bathroom. She found
him standing in her closet, perusing their selection of toys in the small maple
dresser when she exited.

“So many choices, so little time,” she said from the
doorway.

Russell laughed. “Oh we’re taking the time. I’m just trying
to figure out where to start.” He came up next to her, wrapped an arm around
her and tugged her close. “Trying to decide what you
need
.”

The emphasis on that last word did deliciously naughty
things to her libido. “I can’t wait.”

“Hmm…we’ll see about that.” He squeezed her ass and headed
for the bathroom.

Smiling, Valerie peeled the bedcoverings down, plumped the
pillows, then slithered into the center of the queen-sized bed just as he
returned. Russell passed an appreciative gaze over her body. One hand idly
stroked his swelling cock. Was he pondering his next move, or toying with her,
making her wait? He glanced in the direction of the closet, then those
smoldering eyes were back on her. He grinned and walked to the foot of the bed.
Another glance told him the restraints they’d used had been removed. Valerie
expected a reprimand or for him to rectify the discrepancy. Instead, he grabbed
her feet.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing.” He pulled her to
the end of the bed and dragged her upright. Just as quickly she found herself
facedown over his knee.

The spanking started without any preliminaries. The first
smack managed to shock her, the second led her into that place of bliss Valerie
loved so much. Steady strikes rained over her ass. She lifted into each one,
gripping the sheet in white-knuckled fists to keep from wiggling around to ride
her clit over his knee. The feel of his cock wedged against her hip didn’t
help. His breaths grew ragged—the perfect match to her own.

He stopped as quickly as he’d begun. “How do you feel?” He
dipped his fingers down the crack of her ass and right to her pussy. “Nice and
slick, just the way I like it.” Russell pressed his thumb inside and danced his
fingers over her clit. Orgasm burst upon her. The aftermath left her limp and
gasping over his lap.

“Very nice.” He smacked her hot bottom. “Into the frame.”

The command spurred her into action. She craved what was
coming. No one welded a flogger with as much finesse as Russell. The “frame”
was the doorway to her bedroom with brackets attached on the inside to bind her
wrists and ankles. It wasn’t an ideal setup, but it was better than most and
certainly better than nothing. Valerie snagged a scrunchie from her dresser to
secure her hair atop her head. By the time Russell returned with the baby-soft
leather cuffs, she was spread and in position.

He secured her ankles first, then slithered his free hand up
her body as he stood flush against her until his cock was tucked into her lower
back. He rocked into her, kneading first one breast and then the other,
twirling her nipples to long, hard points until she whimpered from the
sensation. Seemingly satisfied, he skidded his fingers up her arm, secured her
wrist and looped the safety release around her hand, then did the same with the
other.

Russell grabbed her hips, raked his cock between her
buttocks and slid between her thighs. He indulged himself in a few strokes,
sliding his cock head over her clit every time. His grunt said things a
thousand words couldn’t manage. A sigh pulled him away. Valerie monitored his
return to the closet. There was the whisper of something she couldn’t place,
and though she tried to crane her neck around to satisfy her curiosity, her
position didn’t allow the movement.

“Little nosy, don’t you think?”

She jumped at the sound of his voice right behind her.
Before she could summon a reply, he cupped her breasts and rasped his gloved
hands over her nipples. Valerie closed her eyes and arched into the chamois
leather. How could she have forgotten how good this felt?

“Oh my…”

“I know.” His voice rumbled against her ear. “And I promise
not to leave any part of your body untouched.” He rubbed his cock against her
back, leaving a moist trail in its wake.

“Looks like I’m not the only one moist and slick,” she
managed to say.

Russell chuckled. “Definitely not.” He eased far enough away
to land a whack across her backside. “Now quit chatting.”

She thought of challenging the edict by asking why, but
Valerie knew all too well what would happen if she did. He’d stop, pure and
simple. Said and done and over for the night. And that was the last thing she
wanted. So she kept her eyes closed and gave herself over to sensation.

He swept his hands over her randomly. Each time she was
certain she could guess where he’d touch next, Russell skipped elsewhere. Hands
that rubbed up and over her thighs, so close to heaven she thought she’d die,
moved to her shoulders, his tongue down her spine. As he reached her coccyx, he
dipped lower and lower as if seeking her clit. Another delicious frustration
when he ducked under her hands and found something equally hard to lick while
he kneaded gloved hands into her butt cheeks.

Her skin heated to a slow burn, lifting to goose bumps when
he licked and then blew over it. Again and again. The loss of his body heat
told her he’d stepped away. She followed his soft tread, heard the whisper of
one of the drawers to their treasure chest open. Valerie didn’t try to guess
what toy he’d retrieve. Hearing became impossible with her heart pounding in
her ears. A soft buzz pierced the din. She homed her attention on its
proximity. Her breath caught at the kiss of lube against her anus, then again
at the gentle invasion of the plug that followed.

“I’m going to release you.” Russell uncuffed her ankles.
“Don’t move or turn around until I tell you to do so.” He stood, pressed tight
against her body as before and released her arms. He caught each one, rubbing
them to help absorb any residual tingling. “I will not tolerate disobedience.
Understood?”

“Yes,” she gasped out.

He stepped away. Cool air replaced his body warmth, then she
heard the soft sigh of her mattress. “Come to me. Nice and slow.”

Valerie turned. Russell lay in the middle of her bed, hands
gloved and one stroking his erection, beckoning her, promising relief. She
needed it more than she could bear. The plug in her ass only put her closer to
the edge. Step by step she drew closer until she stood at the foot of the bed,
awaiting further instruction.

“Fuck me.” He gripped his erection. A drop of pre-cum oozed
to the tip.

She crawled onto the bed and him, rubbing her breasts up his
legs until her lips reached his cock. One suckle drew the pre-cum into her
mouth. More replaced it. She left it untouched, then dragged the valley between
her breasts over the moisture.

Russell groaned, cupped her ass and pulled her all the way
up. Lips met hers. Tongues clashed. Cock stabbed deep inside. He swallowed her
gasp, kissing her with as much intensity as he plunged into her pussy. He
smacked her ass, both hands, both cheeks. God…the leather, the feel, the…

Valerie jerked her head up on a hard groan. She alternately
bowed her back and lifted her ass for more. Russell methodically delivered.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he growled. “Fuck me. Make us come.”

Everything harder and faster. The way he spanked, the way
she fucked him. And god…the way they both came…and the groans that echoed
around the room.

She sagged in a heap upon him. Russell’s response was a
cross between a grunt and groan. He removed the gloves and cradled her in his
hot hands. Holding her close, he rolled her onto the bed beside him. He caught
the sheet with his toes and pulled it up until he could reach it, then drew it
to their shoulders. The last thing Valerie felt before she drifted to sleep was
his kiss to her forehead.

Russell rolled out of bed to the smell of fresh coffee,
baked goodies and that staff of life…bacon. His stomach rumbled and his mouth
watered. Nothing beat Valerie’s cooking, not even his own. Morning wood had
other ideas and declared its agenda priority one. A quick stop in the bathroom
had him smiling. His toothbrush was back in its rightful place next to hers.
Towels and washcloths held court on the bar designated as his. Russell was
going to do his damnedest to see it stayed that way.

Relieved of morning obstacles, he walked toward the kitchen,
his erection leading the way. He froze inside the door. Not at the sight of
Valerie standing at the counter in a skimpy, short nightgown, but because baked
goods covered nearly every flat surface. Not good, not good at all, especially
for his waistline. One thing he learned early on—his woman baked like a fiend
when she was stressed. He prayed he wasn’t the cause.

“How long have you been up?”

She looked over his shoulder at the sound of his voice. Her
gaze dropped to his erection. “I love the way you say good morning. Is that for
me?”

Russell grinned. “All depends.” He waved his hand toward the
treats. “Is this for me?”

She scrunched up her face and shook her head. “Sorry, no.
Fundraiser for the new Children’s Discovery Museum. I nearly forgot.”

That was a relief. Sort of. “But I smell bacon.”

Valerie laughed. “Bacon-cheddar scones.” She pointed a spoon
covered in chocolate batter toward a platter.

“You mean…there’s no bacon?”

Her smile widened. “Would it help to tell you that I’m not
wearing any panties?”

Hell yeah.
He shrugged. “A little.”

She eyed his erection. “I’m thinking a lot.” She stabbed the
spoon into the bowl with one hand and slowly lifted her nightgown with the
other.

“Tease.”

“Look who’s talking. You come striding in here waving that
big boy and don’t deliver.”

“Wow, you’ve got a mouth on you this morning.” He slowly
walked her way.

“And I know how to use it.” Valerie met him halfway, fingers
curling around his cock. “Want me to demonstrate?”

He cupped her ass and hauled her up tight. “What I want is
you bent over the nearest something and me bunny humping you. But alas…”
Russell jerked his head toward the crowded counter and table.

“Alas?” Laughter burst out of her. “If only I could be
assured of something more than a bunny hump, I might be inclined to move one or
two items.”

“Hmm…I might be able to do that. Anything on the timer? I do
hate to be rushed.”

“So I’ve noticed.” Valerie looped her leg over his hip. “But
the oven’s not the only hot thing in this room right now. I’m close to burning
up.”

She wasn’t the only one. “Then why isn’t the table cleared?”

Valerie bumped against his cock. “With your hands on my ass
it’s difficult to think about anything else.”

“I do like having my hands on your ass.” Oh boy did he.
“Perhaps a change of venue would be our best option. Hang on.”

He gave her no other warning before he hoisted her other leg
to his waist and headed for the living room. The storage hassock would do.
Hands braced on her back, he lowered her to it and sank his cock inside her
pussy in the same move. Tight muscles engulfing his dick brought Russell to his
knees, literally. Seeing her all laid out before him, nightgown to her waist,
nipples poking up high and proud beneath the material, her pussy glistening
around his dick, didn’t help matters. He gripped her hips, silently begging her
to keep still while he fought for control. Valerie didn’t budge, but those
sweet inner muscles of hers rippled over his erection.

“Damn, you’re gonna make me come,” he gasped.

“I’m not trying to,” she whispered.

He glanced down to see her eyes closed, lower lip caught
between her teeth, nipples thrust against the flimsy nightgown. “That’s what
makes you so damn hot, sweetheart. You don’t have to try.”

“Oh Russ…” She brushed her fingers over his abs. The muscles
flexed under her touch. Fire licked his balls.

He snagged pillows from the sofa—one for his knees, one for
under her hips—then eased into the haven of her arms. He wedged his thumb
against her clit, cupped her head with his other hand and sealed his mouth over
her open lips as he slowly ground into her. Valerie lashed her tongue around
his, locked her heels against his thighs and rolled with him. She swallowed his
groans and echoed each with one of her own, softer though, more subtle. A sound
that seeped into his pores and undermined his efforts to keep from coming.

He pushed her hand between them, then fought like hell not
to think about how hot she looked and felt masturbating while he fucked her. Or
of how great her tongue would feel over his cock.

Russell jerked away on a gasp. Sweat trickled down his back.
He fought for breath with as much luck as he did control. Valerie watched him
through lazy eyes. Her fingers still worked her clit. She spread her legs
wider, giving him a better view. He counted to ten five times over in the space
of a few seconds, then shoved her nightgown up to palm her breasts.

“Now, sweetheart,” she cried out. “I’m coming now.”

He pushed inside her tight pussy. Muscles sucked him in and
locked him in place. He stayed deep and still, reveling in the feel of her
orgasm rippling over him, demanding he join her. And
that
was too much
to fight. Russell dug his fingers into her ass and managed a few hard stabs
before fire spewed from balls to dick, turning him inside out and leaving him
spent and ragged. Short caresses brought him back to the real world—her arms,
her smile, her heart pounding in time with his.

Russell kissed her and brushed tendrils of hair away from
her temples. “There’s nothing more I’d like to do right now than lure you back
to bed, but somehow I suspect I’d earn more points by helping you out in the
kitchen.”

“Good-looking, hot in bed and smart too. Makes me feel guilty
for leading you astray with no panties when there’s a breakfast casserole in
the oven waiting for you. Filled with all your favorite
heart-attack-waiting-to-happen foods.”

“Not too guilty, I’m sure. You set the trap well to lure me
in then have your way with me.” He kissed her nose, her chin, each breast and
her belly as he stood. “Since I’m fairly certain my nuts aren’t the kind you
want in your treats, I’ll get dressed and be right back.”

“You’ve got at least two changes of clothes in the drawer
and a couple of things in the closet,” she called to his back. “And bring me
back a pair of panties. And my phone.”

Russell waved her off. “Quit stalling so you can ogle my
fine ass as I walk away, and get my breakfast on the table.”

Valerie’s giggle followed him the rest of the way. Odd how
comforting it was to find his things right where he’d left them. She’d never
given up on them, despite everything. If he’d known he wouldn’t have been such
as ass all this time. Well, it didn’t matter. He knew now and didn’t intend to
forget it. If only the anxiety, fear, anger and frustration that ate at him
during their separation were so easily forgotten. Telling himself it was work
didn’t help. Deep down Russell knew he’d let work and personal intersect.

Jeans and a comfy golf shirt made him feel human again. He
ran a comb through his hair, found their phones and returned to the kitchen.
Valerie had cleared enough space for their meal and little more. A cup of hot
coffee sat at his seat. The casserole waited on the stove.

“Toast should be up in a bit.” She spread the contents of
her bowl into a pan.

“You’ve got enough to feed an army.” Russell scrolled
through his messages. Nothing that couldn’t wait. The voice mail from Dave was
most likely to bitch at him about Valerie. Russell wasn’t in the mood. “You the
only one baking?”

“It looks like a lot because it’s all spread out to cool.”
She shoved the pan into the oven. “Don’t worry. These brownies are for you.”

He smiled, slid his phone onto the table and enjoyed the
first blessed taste of coffee. “And these are for you.” He pulled her panties
from his pocket, holding them out on the tip of his finger.

Valerie flashed him a grin and snagged them. “So…are we
going to talk about the elephant in the room?” Her back to him, she dressed.

“I get the feeling you’re not referring to my
manhood
.”

“You know I’m not.” Her phone was next. Like him, she
powered up and checked her messages. Her frown deepened with each second.

“Problems?”

“A what-the-fuck text from Phil.”

Phil Wrightman, her boss. Little doubt to what he was
referring.

“And various others including several from Bev.” Her phone
ended up on the table next to his. She grabbed their plates to serve them up.
“I’ll let you handle the toast. Insurance company is sending an adjuster out to
the body shop this morning. They’ve authorized a rental car for the interim. So
if you’ll drop me off at the rental company—”

“I’ll be officially dismissed?” That’s how she was making it
sound. Russell recognized walls going up between them. Instead of trying to
knock them down, his gut instinct was to throw up a few of his own. It was
harder to fight than premature ejaculation.

Back to him, she filled their plates. But her shoulders were
slumped, defeated. A feeling he was best friends with. Russell focused on
retrieving their toast, smearing on the correct portion of margarine, setting
out the jar of raspberry preserves. The silence killed him, but he couldn’t
trust any words that might come from his mouth right now. Apparently, neither
could Valerie. But once he bit into his heart attack casserole, that little
reminder of domesticity banished any desire to stay quiet.

“Man this is good.” He forked in another mouthful.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

I think we should move in together. Wrong time
, his
conscience added. “Phil’s what the fuck could mean anything. ‘What the fuck is
going on with Estavarez?’ ‘What the fuck is Casey Sullivan doing sniffing
around?’ ‘What the fuck, why didn’t you call me?’”

Her sigh said otherwise. “He wants me in his office immediately.”

“Well we’re eating so he’ll have to wait.”

That got a snicker out of her. “Who do you suppose got to
him first? Dave, the cops, or the reporters? Let’s face it. One of us is going
to be out of a job.”

“Probably me,” he said around a chunk of toast. “You won. I
lost. Although I did remind Dave that we had shit for a case. Look…” He washed
down his food with a gulp of coffee. “We tell them the truth and recuse
ourselves from facing off in court for future cases.”

Valerie wrapped her hand around her mug and leaned back. “If
we start begging off cases for personal reasons, how long before we resent each
other?”

She was right about that. It’s what had gotten them in this
predicament in the first place.

“Call him.” He grabbed his fork. “We’re getting upset before
we even know what he wants. Call him. I’ll even leave the room so you can talk
in private.”

“No.” She grabbed her phone as she stood. “I’ll leave.”

His food lodged in his throat when he heard the bedroom door
close. All the coffee in the world wouldn’t make it go down. He returned to his
messages, scrolling down until he found Dave’s voice mail. He punched it up,
then wished he hadn’t.

* * * * *

Valerie leaned against her bedroom door, inhaling Russell’s
scent. It filled the room, covered her body and made her ache in so many ways,
both good and bad. The path that seemed so clear before was nothing more than a
rutted, muddy trail leading nowhere. Misery was a pain she didn’t relish and,
frankly, she’d been damn miserable. Not only because of their separation, but
because she was stuck in a job she hated. Being a lawyer had seemed so grand
from the other side of the road. Reality was a harsh master.

The public defender’s office had been the only game in town.
Lawyers were a dime a dozen in California. She’d been lucky to find a job. Even
one she hated more each day. Yes, everyone was entitled to a fair trial and
defense. Yes, she’d made a vow. Pie in the sky, as far as she was concerned.
Valerie detested her clientele. Few were as innocent as they claimed. She could
see it in their faces, their body language, their words. While there was the
rare exception, she’d never experienced it before Estavarez. She hated playing
the game. Hated the fallout too. Now this.

She stared at the infernal device clutched in her hand. No
one was going to ruin this for her. If that meant quitting her job… Well, no
loss there. She’d figure something else out. One thing she knew for sure was
that she refused to settle anymore, refused to live without Russell being a
part of her life. Okay, that was two things. If she stood here much longer
staring at the phone, she could probably come up with a dozen more.

Valerie dialed Phil as she paced. Too late she realized it
was only eight. That wouldn’t sit well.
Oh well. Too late now.
Defenses
up, she waited for him to pick up.

“This isn’t my office,” he said without preliminaries.

She bit back a sarcastic comment. “I just got your message.
I have an obligation this morning and won’t be able to be there right away.
Isn’t this something we can handle on the phone?”

“You don’t respect me enough to tell me face-to-face how you
stabbed me in the back?” he spat.

How in the world was her relationship with Russell injurious
to him? She’d won the damn case.

“When had you planned to tell me? The day you packed up and
walked out the door?”

Confusion reigned supreme. This wasn’t about Russell at all.
“Phil, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I saw you with Cambridge last night. I assume he’s their
front man sent to lure you to them.”