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cover her lips with mine. As I take possession of her mouth, I feel her melt against me as if her body shifts to mold into mine. Her right hand reaches for my waist, and she pulls my shirt out of my pants as if she’s desperate for our skin to touch. I slide a knee between her legs, and within seconds, she’s riding my thigh. She moans into my mouth, and the sound she makes vibrates all the way to my dick. I'll never get tired of the noises she makes. I let go of her face and slide one hand down the front of her pants. I zero in on the little nub hidden in her wet folds and let her buck against my hand a few times. She catches fire before I have time to slide a finger in her.
    She shudders and breaks the kiss to catch her breath. She rests her head on my chest.
    "You're good?" I ask.
    Her entire body shakes, and I realize she's laughing as if I just asked the funniest question ever.
    "Not quite," she says. "I think I still have some room for another desert."
    She reverses our positions so that I'm leaning against the door. She fumbles with my belt buckle. My scrambled brain finally registers what she means by desert, and I help reach for it while she drops to her knees in front of me.
    I'm not going to last long. I've had fantasies about this, except that in my fantasy, she didn't have one arm in a sling and a bruised shoulder but very available and nimble fingers. I watch her lick her lips and slowly take me into her mouth. Oh fuck… who cares about hands? Her eyes are closed, and when I let out a hiss I see the corner of her mouth rise in a smile. Thank fuck she enjoys doing this because I sure love it. I rest a hand on her head and gently move my hips. I speed up the cadence, and she doesn't balk when I finally burst into her.
    She opens her eyes and looks up at me. Turning my question around, she asks, "You're good?"
    I help her get to her feet then hold her as tight as I can without hurting her.
    "Better than good, baby. Way better than good."
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWELVE
     
    She sits on her bed, and I stand in front of her, readjusting my shirt in my pants. I try to think of a nice way to get the touchy subject of her brother's jacket on the table, but I can't. So I just ask, "Where's David’s jacket?"
    Lisa stiffens as if I had just slapped her. "Why?"
    I come closer to the bed and crouch in front of her. "Because I don't think you were the victim of a random attack. I think David must have been onto something, and we may find it hidden somewhere in his jacket."
    She thinks about it and shakes her head. "I emptied all the pockets before I started wearing it."
    "I'm sure you did, baby, but maybe there was a special pocket you haven't seen. Something in the lining…" I look at her, and she doesn't seem to understand what I want.
    I stand up and change my tone from cajoling to authoritative. "Where is it, Lisa?"
    She lowers her gaze and answers, "In the left side of the closet."
    "Thank you, baby," I say, keeping my voice low.
    I open the closet, to find it half-filled with men’s clothing, among which I recognize David's jacket. I pull it out of the closet and ask, "Whose clothes are those?"
    "Andy's," she answers. "This is his room."
    "What do you mean?" My question comes out more aggressively than I would have liked because the idea of her sharing this room with another man is making my temper flare. I lay the jacket on the dresser, to pat it down.
    She sighs. "This place belongs to Ten. He's Lyv's husband. Old money, good family. They used to have roommates. There was Xander, Oliver, and Andy… I'll give you the short version. Xander ran away after knocking Lyv up. Oliver—he's a doctor, the one who delivered baby Oliver. He moved out at the end of his residency. The only one that's left is Andy. He's still in and out, depending on the state of his relationship with his girlfriend, and now Ten's moved out, too… I'm praying he'll come to his senses and come back before the baby arrives."
    I relax.