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the orgasm, with its waves of
pleasure flowing over her sensitive inner muscles, consumed her senses,
stealing all her breath with its thrilling spasms.
    “Yes!” she cried out. “Miller!”
    “I’ll be here soon, baby. Real soon,” he whispered before
leaving her.
    “No! Stay!”
    But his vision had evaporated, leaving her alone on her bed,
her pussy lips dancing in strong aftershocks. Turning onto her side, Cambrie
stared at her headboard from the middle of the bed.
    What if Miller was just playing games with her? Could her
heart handle it if he fucked with her mind? They hadn’t even met or spoke, just
emailed. She sighed, pulled the blanket over her without bothering to lay the
proper way on the bed.
    Closing her eyes, it didn’t shock her that only blackness
greeted her. Of course she read too much into Miller’s emails. Maybe he only
needed her to pass his lonely time while on mission somewhere around the world.
And she really only needed him to save her job.
    She should be grateful to at least have enjoyed the
strongest orgasm of her life thanks to thoughts of Miller’s naked body. Yeah,
maybe she should be.
    Then why did it leave her aching for so much more?

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    A
long, month had passed with only sporadic emails from Miller, each one helping
to forge a beautiful friendship and to arouse Cambrie to the point of
unbearable aching. The one time he had tried to call her had been unsuccessful.
Wherever he was stationed was not conducive to phone calls and the connection
had been a long stretch of static before the line disconnected, neither hearing
the other speak.
    Now
six days had passed with no word from Miller, the longest time he’d failed to
get in touch with her. Cambrie kept busy with her project and had even made
some progress with fundraising for the care packages.
    “The Women’s
Choir has donated three boxes of goodies for your military man,” Mrs. Ginnity
announced after walking into the library. “Place them in the volunteer office,
young man,” she said to Greg, a member of the Teen Readers Group, drafted by
the old woman to carry her packages.
    Cambrie
laughed at how much the other woman acted like a drill sergeant, watching
intently as Greg hauled the boxes into the rear office.
    “That’s
wonderful. Be sure to thank them for me,” Cambrie replied before returning to
the draft of her report for the Board of Directors outlining her progress with
the grant program.
    “You look
down, Cambrie. Is everything all right?” Mrs. Ginnity asked, stepping closer
and gasping. “It’s not dear Annabelle, is it?”
    At the
mention of her sick aunt, Cambrie sat up straighter. “Oh, no, ma’am. I’m sorry.
I’m just a little tired I suppose.” And not at all distracted by the fact that
Miller hadn’t been in touch with her since she’d avoided his second request to
visit soon. Hopefully, he understood when she explained the need for a little
more time to plan for his visit. The past month at work had been too busy for
her to get anything done at home like she had wanted. And if she were to have a
houseguest for a few days, then she needed—no wanted—to be there with him to
enjoy his visit.
    “Well, with
all the crazy hours you keep between this place and taking care of Annabelle,
it’s a wonder you get any sleep at all.” Mrs. Ginnity placed her hands on her
hips and narrowed her eyes. “Why don’t you go home early today and I’ll close
up for you? It’s only another hour. And I won’t be taking no for an answer.”
She turned to face Greg when he emerged from the back office. “Thank you, Greg.
I wish all kids would be as nice as you. I’ll be baking you a batch of
chocolate chip cookies for your efforts here today.”
    The boy
offered a slight smile, the most Cambrie ever saw on him. The fifteen-year-old
stood tall but his slight build made him appear scrawny. He slouched when he
walked away with his hands in his pockets to return to the table