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but the pleasure of his touch after that. I closed my eyes and pumped him harder. My head thrashed from side to side as the climax built. Blood rushed through my heart, chest, head until I felt that I’d burst from it.
    My own power rushed back. It filled me, kissed my temple, my shoulder. The skin grew warm and it felt like gentle fingers piecing me back together.
    “Open your eyes, Pandora.” Luc’s voice was strong, but not savage. He was himself.
    I opened my eyes and watched him watching me. There was something erotic and very intimate about that. About seeing a man’s body flex and pump against you.
    Then it came. That blinding, ripping orgasm that steals all the breath from your lungs so that all you can do is scream into the black void of nothingness and hope you can find your way back to sanity.
    After several seconds of labored breathing, I opened my eyes and returned his smile. The cuts on his chest were gone. I touched my shoulder and it was smooth, perfect again.
    Luc stared at me for a second. It was thoughtful, full of hidden meaning. He traced the curve of my jaw. Then he blinked and his eyes were again shuttered, impersonal, distant.
    He stood. “Let me go clean myself. I’ll be back and then we’ll talk.”
    I watched him walk from my room. His exquisite rear flexing with each step and I bit my lip. My body was sated, I wasn’t horny. But when a man’s that easy on the eyes it’s a shame not to appreciate it.
    I rolled over, feeling like a contented kitten and grinned, stretching lazily before I too got up to walk into the bathroom and freshen up. I opened my dresser drawer, got out the first underwear I found—a black and purple see through thong—and slipped it on.
    What girl doesn’t like a piece of dental floss riding her cheeks, right? My one fatal flaw was that I never bought clothing for comfort.
    There are only two undergarments I ever buy. I have no use for bras. My breasts are an average B cup and as perky as an eighteen year olds. Some women don’t like the feel or look of bouncing tits, men do. Simple as that.
    My dresser had six drawers. Three were stuffed with my sexy as sin underwear collection and the others with socks.
    I don’t know why, but my toes always freeze. Seriously. I can handle any type of weather. Cold can never be cold enough and heat, no matter how high, would barely break me out into a sweat. But my feet can never seem to stay warm.
    I grabbed a pair of black and white striped knee-high toe socks and put them on. I was crawling back into bed when Luc returned.
    He wore a pair of black satin sleep pants and nothing else. One of the many he had tucked around here. He carried a plate with two sandwiches on it in one hand, and a glass of red wine in the other.
    We didn’t live together. That would give the illusion of domesticity and whatever you might think about the neph, domestic we are not.
    Though he was here often enough that it was easier to give him his own drawer.
    He sat down next to me. Handed me one sandwich and kept the other. I took the glass of wine and sat it on the end table.
    I nibbled on the bread, but I wasn’t that hungry. I’m not sure what it was about Luc, for some people an after sex ciggy was an absolute must, for Luc, it was food.
    He took several bites, staring straight ahead at the wall. I lifted my brow, but didn’t say a word. I lifted the slice of white bread and stared at the pinkish brown nest of roast beef, the odor reminding me of the chunks I’d left in the toilet bowl earlier.
    My stomach somersaulted with the reminder. I wrinkled my nose, groaned, and sat the sandwich aside, grabbing the wine instead.
    After several more seconds of contemplative silence Luc finally turned to me and frowned.
    “How did a priest of death find us, Pandora?”
    I crossed my legs at the ankle and leaned back against the headboard, my heart thudded fast picturing Billy as I’d last seen him. I had nothing to offer on that subject, I was as