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Adam drove deep. He held her tight as his cock pulsed and throbbed, and his
seed exploded into her.
Lucian groaned and came in Lorelei's mouth. She held him and sucked his
strawberry-flavored cock until he shuddered as his powerful release quivered to an
end.
For a moment, the tableau held and no one moved. Then Adam pulled out, and
sat back on his haunches.
Lorelei moved to a kneeling position, then crawled off the bed.
"I need a shower."
Lucian, licorice whips askew, checked out the bewildered expression on Adam's
face, and laughed.
* * * * *
In the dark, alone in his bed, Adam woke with a start. Lorelei. He pulled on
pajama pants, and silently checked her room but he knew she wasn't there. Hands on
the balcony railing, he searched the great room until he noticed a small glow near the
hearth.
Lorelei, cross-legged on the floor, stared at the flame of a pillar candle courtesy
of Lucian's sister, Julia the Decorator. Lorelei hugged a couch pillow to her middle with
one arm. In her other hand, she held a tall iced tea glass. Within easy reach, a big bottle
of what looked like ginger ale, a tall slender long-necked bottle, and a clear plastic
container of chocolate licorice twists from Lucian's stash.
Adam read the label on the glass bottle by candlelight. Limoncello. He shook his
head. After dinner, Lorelei had closed herself in the com center and used a burn phone
out of the stash to contact her superior. It had been a lengthy call, and she'd been quiet
afterward. Really quiet. She hadn't shared the result of the discussion.
"Princess."
"Don' wanna talk ta ya. Go 'way."
"No." Adam knew that Lorelei wasn't a drinker.
"Yer a bully. You never listen ta me."
"Want to tell me about the phone call?"
"No."
She hadn't looked around when he came downstairs, but he had the feeling she
knew he was there, as silent as he'd been. Stepping over her, he settled on the chair
behind her. The touch of his legs against her back felt electric. His big hands heated her
skin when he laid them on her shoulders. Leaning back, she forced his knees apart so
she could nestle between them. Taking another swig of the awful drink she'd concocted,
she sighed, then returned the glass to the carpet. Her movements were exaggerated, in
the way they are when someone is drunk and trying not to show it. She reached into the
container for a chocolate twist, and absently ate it.
Her skin felt chilly to his touch. Adam left the chair to click the switch on the side
of the hearth mantel, and a low flame burst among the logs. He returned to the chair,
already missing the feel of her. Obliging, she leaned back. He touched her hair,
tentatively at first, then threaded his fingers through the strands. She sighed again, but
this time it sounded more like a purr. His hands slid from her hair to her shoulders,
kneading her skin through the Marine nightshirt.
Lorelei carefully laid the pillow next to her liquor and candy stash, and turned to
Adam, propped unsteadily on her knees.
"I can do this, y'know. I tol' Bellisario I could. And I can."
"Do what? Who is Bellisario? Is he your real boss?"
"Oh fuck. Whatever. Yeah, that's right. I can do it. I'm . . . I'm . . . a agent. A
speshul agent."
"Yes, you're special."
"I can, dammit!"
"I see. What is it that you can do?"
"Remember stuff."
"All right."
"An' get th' bad guy. Fuckin' bad guy. He tried a kill me, y'know? Fucker."
"I know. What else?"
"Live here. With you."
"With me?"
"And Cabana Boy. Both a ya."
"I see."
"Are ya makin' fun a me?"
"Never."
"Well, don't. I'm a tragent. A trained agent. One a those. Nashnul su-curity." She
thumped her chest. "Protect n' serve that's me." She leaned into him and slid her
hands into the waist of his pajama pants. Adam's cock sprang to attention. "Wanna play
with it."
"Be my guest, Princess."
"Don' fuckin' call me that! I work for a livin', and don' ferget it, buddy. You jes'
better don't."
Her grip on his cock was tighter than necessary. Adam kept still until she
relaxed.
"Hmm, finger lick'n good, right? Good 'nuff to eat isn't that what they say?"
"That's what they say."
Lorelei licked her lips to wet them, and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the crown, and began to suckle him as she tried to work
down his shaft.
"Babe. Don't choke yourself. Come up here."
She held her arms up like a child demanding to be carried. Adam lifted her onto
his lap a full erection was immediate. She felt it, too. She straddled his thighs, her
knees forced against his hips by the confines of the chair.
Adam tried to think of a dozen other things to get his mind off her sex pressing
down on his cock nothing worked. Placing Lorelei on her feet, he stood and stripped
out of his pajama pants. He returned to his seat, lifted the hem of her nightshirt, and
took her back onto his lap. Their naked flesh generated scorching heat between them.
"Babe. Are you sure? You're fairly well sozzled."
"I'm sure. I amn't sizzled."
The rigid pole of his sex reared up, the heavy veined shaft rubbing against the
long cleft of her pussy. Rocking her pelvis against him, she moaned. Her hands on his
shoulders, she lifted. He massaged her sex, trapping her clit between thumb and
forefinger. Her next moan sounded deeper, throatier, and she twisted her hips to help
him.
The time it took for Adam to get Lorelei's juices flowing was measured in
seconds. When she felt hot and wet enough, he lifted her onto her knees, and guided his
cock head to the entrance of her pussy. Liquored up or not, she seemed mindful enough
of his size to settle on his shaft cautiously, letting his hand guide his cock into her. The
sensation of her taut flesh accepting him took his breath away his eyes closed, the
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