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She must’ve moved because the pressure of his hand holding her down increased.

“It’s making you crazy, isn’t it? Not being able to move?” he purred.

“Yes,” she hissed in response.

“Me too,” he whispered.

He didn’t say anymore. Instead he put his full attention into licking her pussy, teasing
her with his tongue until she thought she might explode. Every part of her fought
the need to move, to buck her hips, to force his tongue deeper. By some miracle, she
was able to keep herself still…for the most part.

Until her release began to weave its way through her body. God, he was so good at
this. The way he teased, the way his tongue delved and swirled, flicking ever so gently
around her clit.

He prolonged it until every part of her hummed with lust and sexual stress.

“Keith…God,” she groaned, fighting to not come but at the same time wanting it so
badly.

He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it, making Paula shatter
into a million pieces. Light exploded behind her eyes as wave after wave of pulsing
pleasure soared through her veins. Keith didn’t slow, he kept going, kept licking
until every throb had been rung from her body.

She relaxed against the sheets and stared up at the ceiling in awe. Not one man in
her life had ever been able to get her off that way. Not one. She felt as though her
eyes had been opened to a new world of wonder and excess. She wanted him to do it
again.

Keith moved to his knees. Too weak to move, she stared as he removed his shirt. She’d
seen him shirtless before. She and Kiley had stopped by his apartment to pick up something.
He and Scott had just come back from running. A thin sheen of sweat covered his muscular
chest and his sweats had hung low in his hips. She’d wanted to grab the hem, tug them
down so she could see the prize that lay beneath. Just like now.

In her mind, he was taking entirely too long to undress. She wanted to see him naked.
His stomach muscles bunched, outlining the six pack just under his skin as he moved
his hands to the waistband of his jeans. She licked her lips as he unzipped his pants
and quickly shoved the jeans and boxers down together.

She stared in fascination at his thick cock. It was long too, almost to his naval,
the head purple in color from being so hard. Precum glistened on the tip, and she
wished she could sit up and lick that moisture away; let the salty taste of him fill
her mouth.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he murmured.

She jerked her gaze to his.

“If you don’t stop, I won’t be able to keep this slow.”

“I can’t help it,” she whispered.

“Close your eyes.”

Taking a deep breath, Paula closed her eyes. She could feel him moving on the bed
and assumed he was removing the rest of his clothes. While he settled in, Paula slid
her arms out of the robe. Keith jerked the covers and shoved them to the foot of the
bed, getting them out of the way. She opened her eyes and watched as he grabbed a
pillow from the other side of the bed.

Frowning, she wondered what he was going to do with it. She didn’t have to wait long
to find out. Using one hand, he lifted her hips and slid the thick pillow under her.
Now she understood and her whole body heated in anticipation of him entering her.

He lowered himself over her, placing himself between her elevated splayed thighs but
not entering her yet.

“Do I need a condom?” he asked as he braced himself on his palms above her.

She shook her head. She had that implant in to prevent pregnancy, so she wasn’t worried
about that. Medically she was good, and she knew Keith was too. Kiley had talked about
what a fanatic he was about that sort of thing.

“Remember,” he said softly as he lowered his mouth to hers. “Be still.”

Paula drew in a deep, steady breath as his mouth covered hers. She loved the way he
kissed, the slow leisure exploration of his tongue against hers. He was careful to
keep his weight off her, but he kept his cock pressed against her pussy. The grinding
motion of his hips against hers had her moaning and panting for more in seconds.

She lifted her hands above her head, but it pulled at the muscles over her ribs so
she set them back down. As she lowered them, she feathered them along his upper arms.
Muscles bunched and quivered beneath her touch, making her feel sexy.

His patience amazed her as she lowered her hands to the bed, grasping the sheets beneath
her hips. She would’ve already lost it. Her fingers ached they were fisted so tight
around the soft cotton.

“Keith,” she moaned against his lips.

Her hips lifted in reflex and although it hurt the muscles around her ribs, the added
pressure against her mound overrode any discomfort.

In answer to her plea, he set the head of his cock at her entrance. Pushing slowly,
he pressed into her. He was so thick, his girth at first stretched her too much, and
she gasped.

“Damn, you’re tight,” he growled as he pulled back.

She gripped his hips, holding him inside her. “No!”

“I’m not stopping, sweetheart,” he panted as he nibbled along her jaw. “Just going
slow.”

He pushed deeper, and Paula moaned, digging her nails into the flesh of his ass.

“Slow,” he whispered as he went even deeper.

Paula swallowed at the pressure pushing against her walls. She’d never been with anyone
this big, this thick. Even his length at first seemed a little overwhelming as he
pulled back slightly, then thrust in again, this time going so deep his balls pressed
against her ass.

He kept himself deep inside her, pulling back just a little before pushing back in.
She could tell he was giving her body time to adjust, to accept his size as he gently
worked himself in and out with short, deep thrusts.

The stretching discomfort soon morphed to pleasure. Her walls adjusted and quivered
around the invading, pulsing rod. Every movement of his shaft against her sensitive
walls made the muscles in her legs tremble and her stomach tighten.

She tried to move her hips, but hissed at the pain when her stomach muscles over her
ribs screamed in retaliation. Keith put his hand under her ass and lifted her as though
he knew exactly what she needed.

Every thrust of his cock brushed against her g-spot, sending currents of excruciating
pleasure through her limbs. God, she would swear he hit her womb every time he thrust
deep. Lifting her hips only forced him deeper, but Paula didn’t care. It felt too
good for her to care.

“Keith,” she whined.

He scraped his teeth along the side of her neck, making her shiver.

“God, you feel good,” he whispered in her ear.

She lifted her hands and gripped his biceps, holding tight as he thrust harder.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“No,” she panted, but her heart skipped a beat that he would even ask. “Harder….please…I’m
so…”

Keith growled and moved his hips faster, pushing into her harder and grinding his
groin against her clit. Paula exploded with a scream. Her nails dug into his arms,
leaving what she was sure would be deep indentions.

“Oh, God,” she gasped as he lifted her hips higher, and started her orgasm all over
again.

With a shout of his own, Keith came as well. Paula could feel the throbs in his cock
as he lost himself in his own release. With a tired sigh, he tugged at the pillow
under her ass and removed it. Her hips dropped to the bed. Keith followed her down,
then rolled to his side, pulling her with him so that she rested on her good side.

His arm draped around her hips, his hand on her ass, holding her close. His cock was
still inside her. Even partially hard, the man was huge. His other arm ended up under
her neck, bent at the elbow and wrapped around her shoulder. The soft touch of his
fingers as he slowly drew them over her skin made her sigh and sink further into his
arms.

She could get used to this.

They were both silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Keith let out a long slow
breath as he tightened his arms around her. “Are you okay?”

“Never better.”

Keith brought his free hand up and cupped her neck. With the pad of his thumb, he
pushed her chin up forcing her to meet his eyes.

“I’m fine,” she said.

“I know, but I’m not sure I am.”

She frowned, unsure what he’d meant.

“Why the hell did I never see you before,” he whispered.

Paula smiled slightly and rested her cheek against his chest. “It doesn’t matter.”

His arm dropped back around her as he placed a kiss on the top of her head, letting
his lips linger against her hair. Her smile faded as she realized how dangerous this
was. She was just in love with another man; or at least thought she was. Now, she
was lying in the arms of another, so very close to losing her heart…again.

She didn’t want to be that girl, but this felt so incredibly right.

Keith inhaled the rose scent of her hair, trying to slow the beating of his heart.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so turned on by a woman. And the sex…God,
the sex had been incredible. The way she responded to him, the way the walls of her
pussy surrounded him had felt like nothing else had.

He was still embedded inside her, still wrapped in her moist heat and he had no desire
to pull away. He wasn’t one to cuddle. Get a little and then get out. With Paula,
getting out was the last thing on his mind. He liked lying here with her body cocooned
by his. She fit within his arms so perfectly it was like they were made for each other.

It seemed so odd he’d never really noticed her before. Sure, he’d noticed how pretty
she was; that she had a nice body, but whenever she’d been around his mind had been
on other things.

Now that he’d spent time with her, watched her, listened to her, he found he liked
her a lot. As the day wore on, he’d found it harder and harder not to touch her, kiss
her, fuck her.

God, he shouldn’t have done that. What was he thinking? He could’ve hurt her, but
damned if he could stop himself once he’d started. She cuddled closer, and he sighed,
laying his cheek against the top of her head. This felt so good, but was it the right
time for her?

Yes, she might’ve needed the physical release, but what about something more than
that?

Would she be willing or was she now gun shy?

* * * *

Kiley rushed into her office as the sound of her phone alarm began to chime. One of
the women she was watching had apparently gotten a ticket. She threw her purse onto
the desk before reaching around to power her computer.

She pulled the leather chair closer to the desk and dropped down as the screen came
to life. She tapped her finger impatiently waiting for the program she’d written to
come up, showing her which woman was about to travel and where she was about to go.

The name and destination flashed across the screen. “Peru,” she growled.

The woman was scheduled to leave in three days. That should give them enough time
to get everyone together and in place. She hoped. Keith still had the Lear in Europe.
They would have to take the Gulfstream.

Scott stuck his head in her office door and smiled. “Thanks for dropping me off to
get my car,”

he said.

“Hey,” Kiley said as she waved him into the room. “You can fly the Gulfstream, right?”

He frowned. “Yeah. Why?”

“One of the women I’m watching leaves for Peru in three days.”

Scott shook his head. “It will take two to fly that thing. You can fly the Lear with
just one pilot, but not the Gulfstream. I’ll need John here if you want to take it.”

“I got a text from him after I dropped you off. He’s back and will be in later.”

“Did you let Keith know?”

“Not yet. It’s late there. I’ll call him tonight.”

Scott nodded. “I’ll start getting everything ready.”

Kiley turned her attention back to the computer. She was trying so hard to not notice
how good Scott looked in his jeans and turtleneck; how the dark blue material clung
to his wide chest; how his jeans outlined his trim waist and hard thighs. Taking a
deep breath, Kiley pulled up her email account.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Scott move around her to the back of her chair.
He gripped the leather at her shoulders and jerked the chair back. She squealed in
surprise and grabbed hold of the desk to keep herself from falling.

“Damn it, Scott!”

He kissed her cheek. Still holding the chair back, he nuzzled the side of her neck,
making her stomach turn flips.

“You’re so cute when you’re working,” he murmured in her ear.

Goosebumps rose along her skin as she fought the desire to turn and touch her lips
to his, but she knew the second she kissed him she wouldn’t be able to think of anything
else.

“Exactly,” she said. “Working.”

He chuckled and set the chair back up.

“Is this what I have to look forward to?” she teased as she watched him walk to the
door.

“Yep,” he replied. “If we hadn’t spent the entire day in bed yesterday I would’ve
already had you laid out on that desk.”

Her lips twitched. “I appreciate the reprieve.”

“Yeah, well.” He glanced at her over his shoulder, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Don’t
get used to it.”

Kiley smiled as she watched him leave her office and head to his own. She still hadn’t
seen this kinky side he said he had and the anticipation had her heart racing wildly.
How the hell was she going to get any work done today thinking about this?

Keith wanted the information on the cartel, and she couldn’t put it off anymore. If
she did, he would get suspicious and that was the last thing she wanted until her
and Scott were able to set him down and talk to him.

That was a conversation she dreaded.

Seriously dreaded.

Scott opened the door to his apartment and bowed, leading Kiley inside with a flourish.