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chest.
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    Before she vanished from view, she said something. Her words
were silent shapes formed by red lips. He didn’t need her voice in the tightly
closed confines of his car. The ragged sound of his own breathing and the wet
slap of his lubricated palm flying up and down his dick made up his personal
soundtrack. He tossed his binoculars aside and pretended to thrust his cock
through the snug grip of her pink-tipped tits and into the hot hollow of her
red mouth.
    She wouldn’t be on top when he finally had her. No, she’d be
pinned on her back, his bruise-colored noose tight around her neck, taking him
into her throat until she gagged.
    “I’m going to make you come,” he whispered in the
near-silence, his head full of plans for the bitch. An electric spark of
peaking arousal darted from his groin to his knees. He smiled and closed his
eyes, pumping his erection with slower, harder strokes. The dildo he bought
just for her made him smile. Too big for any woman to take comfortably, the
thick Pyrex cock would tear her up inside. Make her scream even as she choked
on the semen he spurted down her throat.
    After, he’d tighten the noose while he forced her to come.
Just what she deserved for ruining him.

Chapter Four
    Saturday, 7:15 p.m.
     
    “Billy Idol?” Jovanna fought her way free of the lingering
heat of pleasure and lifted her head from its comfortable spot in the warm bend
of David’s neck. She squinted down at him.
    “Situationally appropriate.” He fumbled his phone from his
pants pocket and took the call, ending the chorus of White Wedding. When
she moved to roll off him, he locked his forearm behind her back and secured
her against his chest. Phone to his ear, he answered with, “What’s going on?”
    She banished thoughts of David and weddings from her head
and returned to her nest, nose pressed to his sage-and-citrus skin. While he
listened to the feminine voice on the other end of the call, she tasted the
salty hollow behind his ear. His abs tensed beneath her but he didn’t miss a
beat in replying, “I don’t think I’ll be home for dinner. Order something for
yourself.”
    David, home and females brought the wedding issue back to
the fore. An uneasy knot formed in her stomach. He didn’t wear a wedding ring
but that didn’t mean anything. Her ex hadn’t worn a ring either, because it was
dangerous for a commercial chef to wear jewelry that could be caught in kitchen
machinery or fall into food. She closed her eyes tight and prayed for
girlfriend, not wife, because she didn’t screw married men and she still held
this man’s cock inside her body.
    The exchange was brief. He tossed the phone aside and
brushed his fingertips across her lower back. “Sister. In case you were
wondering.”
    “I wasn’t,” she said into his hair.
    “Liar.” Her corset loosened.
    She should stop him from undressing her. He freed a second,
then a third, clasp. As the pressure on her ribs eased, she dragged a deep
breath into her lungs. What matter did it make if she ignored one more “should”
where he was concerned?
    “She has high hopes of your lesbian leanings. I’ll have to
correct her misconception before she gets her feelings hurt.” He unfastened the
last clasp and spread his fingers between her shoulder blades.
    “Mmm. Women have their appeal but I don’t do family pairs.”
She pushed herself up to sit on his groin, leaving her corset behind.
    David’s eyes immediately went to her breasts. He used his
fingertip to draw a circle around her left nipple. “You’re blonde beneath all
that dye, aren’t you?”
    “Lip and nipple colors aren’t reliable indications of hair
colors.” He was definitely blond despite the flat brown discs of his nipples.
Golden hair dusted his chest and arrowed down the center of his stomach toward
a darker patch currently hidden between her thighs.
    “White-blonde, I figure. Any other shade, and I wouldn’t be
able to see these.” He followed the