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him, but hey, he wasn’t low enough to make something up. She’d eventually get what was coming to her. Mama always told him what went around came right back at you.
    People came and left from the rustic-looking facility. Mothers with small children in strollers and men with briefcases paraded past. Others left carrying books and DVDs. But, no Heather. He couldn’t fathom her doing anything as strenuous as research, so he pictured her comfortably curled up on a sofa reading a book. Did people still come to read books in the library? He had no idea that Heather had been the woman with red hair wearing a black leather coat, who’d walked out the front door ten minutes ago to hook up with Martin who’d been parked out of sight.
     
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    “How many more times is he going to fall for the same act?” Martin said as Heather slipped into his car.
    “With that putz, there’s no telling,” she said, leaning over to kiss him.
    Time was of the essence and Heather wanted to wring all the sexual pleasure she could from their tryst. Having sex with Orson and his Viagra-reinforced, limp noodle was so unexciting. Even with the drug, she had to work hard at times to get him going. There was no denying how much she enjoyed having sex with Martin. Just the thought of his hands on her body got her pooling in her panties. With him, she didn’t have to fake her orgasm as she did with Orson. Therefore, the minute the door of their hotel room was closed behind them, she was pulling off his suit jacket and unloosening his tie.
    “Want it that bad, baby? Come ’ere,” Martin said, pulling her closer. He crushed her mouth with his as he pushed her against the wall. Slipping a hand under her skirt, he ripped off her flimsy panties, turning up her heat level two notches.
    Heather had already unzipped his slacks and freed his penis. Martin lifted her up against the wall and entered her. Pumping into her, he slid his lips down her slender neck. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he pounded into her causing the painting on the wall to jump and bang back and forth.
    Grunting, beads of sweat gathering along his forehead, Martin thrust deeply into Heather. Feeling his cock pulsating inside of her as his balls smacked against her thighs and clit, she moaned and thrashed her head from side to side, swept away on an arc of electricity. As ecstasy flooded her entire being, she simply gave in to the pleasure.
    An hour-and-a-half later, Haywood sat up in his seat as Heather emerged from the library carrying two books along with her tote bag. He waited for her to get into her car before starting his own engine. Then he followed her home at a discreet distance. While he’d been waiting for her, he’d written up his latest report to give to Hemmings. He had no idea why the man had hired him in the first place. After all, Heather seemed to be on the up and up. If she was meeting someone, he had no idea when. It certainly wasn’t on his watch. Hell, he’d hardly had a chance to use his new camera.
     
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    Hemmings found himself looking forward to going home, lately. Heather had been there to greet him every night. He could get used to having her around. The fact that she was ordering in food for dinner and cooking as little as possible made it even more appealing. She’d never rival Rachel Ray with her cooking skills.
    On the other hand, the only explanation for her new attentiveness had to be that she’d found out about the private investigator. At least that’s what Hemmings thought until she began to make comments about how her wristwatch didn’t keep good time, anymore. Then she dropped hints about the kind she’d like and where she’d seen one that she really loved. She continued talking about watches until he found himself wondering if that was the catalyst for her remaining at home. Either way, he decided to enjoy it while it lasted. However, to be on the safe side, he’d retain the PI just a little