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to me like this before. A lot of years have gone by
but I think this is because he’s losing control. He can let loose
with me now and damn I like it. I’m not young and naïve anymore and
he knows it. I do as he asks and rub my clit as he slowly thrusts
into me. He takes his time. Long, slow, tortuous strokes. The head
of his cock drags across my G-spot over and over again. It feels so
damned good and I rub my clit harder. I want to come now. I can’t
stand the anticipation any longer. I’m almost there when he grabs
my hand and stops me.
    “Not yet,” he pants. “So good.”
    And I agree it’s way beyond good but I can’t
hold off my climax anymore. It rushes through me in a wave starting
at my core and spreading out. He groans as my muscles spasm around
him and when I begin to come down he starts to fuck me. It’s fast
and hard. A little rough. Incredible. He strums my clit and
whispers in my ear.
    “I’m so close, baby. Come with me. Come
again.”
    Oh god. His voice. It’s gruff and needy and
everything I always dreamed of. I have to remind myself this isn’t
real. It’s sex. It isn’t emotion. It isn’t the beginning of
something strong and lasting. But it’s impossible to hold my body
back. I respond to his order, to his fingers and his cock. I come
in an orgasm so fierce I know I’ll never be the same again. He
fucks me a few more strokes as I shudder in the aftermath and then
with a long drawn out grunt he comes too.
    I drop to my chest across the table. Worn
out, last night catching up to me hard, I’m not sure I can walk to
the bedroom much less get out of the rest of my clothes. I should
be mortified--I will be later--about having crazy monkey sex on my
kitchen table. Now I’m too blissed out to care. He pulls out
drawing a low moan from me and chuckles. I think about getting up
as he moves away but he’s back too quick for me to get myself
moving.
    He picks me up and carries me to my room,
laying me down gently on the bed. He removes my boots and pulls off
my pants and underwear. Taking care of me and I’m not sure what to
make of it, but I’m so damned tired I refuse to think about it. The
last thing I’m aware of before I drift off to sleep is Trace
spooning up behind me, but I don’t have the energy or the will to
send him away.

Chapter Four
    Serenity
     
    I shut the door to my office and pull my cell
phone out of my pocket. I didn’t get a chance to call Grace last
night but I know this early in the morning she’s probably in her
office. She answers on the second ring.
    “You are a bad bad girl, Serenity Lynn
Jameson,” she drawls.
    I sink into the chair behind my desk and
swivel to look out the window. “Talked to Honor, huh?”
    “Yep. It’s decision time, cuz.”
    “I know.”
    We’ve been talking about this for weeks. My
life and what I’m going to do with it. I have few options and
honestly I don’t have a clue what I want to be when I grow up. I’m
twenty eight. How did this happen? I was a cop in a big city for
six years and got this job because no one else will do it for the
crap pay I get. Money isn’t an issue for me. I have a trust fund
from my grandmother that I’ve never touched. I’m not stinking rich
but I definitely won’t starve. I can give notice to the chief today
if I want to. And I want to.
    “Well?”
    I sigh. “I’m doing it. Today.”
    “Then what? You should take a few weeks at
least, figure out what to do. Hell, go back to school.”
    That is something I do want to do. I’d
dropped out of college to join the police department. There’s a
four year university in River City I can go to. I’ve already
downloaded the application.
    “Yeah that’s part of the plan.” I laugh.
“That’s the only plan actually.”
    “You can always go into business with me,”
she says and this is something we’ve talked about also.
    Grace is a private investigator in Atlanta,
and like me she’s ready to come home. She’s planning to set up shop
in