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that, she exploded, shaking wildly with the force of her
orgasm, shuddering and crying, pulsing wildly around
him. 37
He moved strongly then, as if released from bonds, and
started hammering into her. He was big and so rough
she knew he d be hurting her if she weren t so
completely aroused.
The entire evening had been a form of foreplay,
moving towards this, this wild lovemaking against a
wall. Pulsing, shaking, shuddering, the explosion went
on forever, until he gave a shout, grew impossibly
larger and harder inside her and exploded in turn.
He clutched her so tightly she knew there d be marks
tomorrow.
Their breathing was loud in the empty hallway. His big
head hung down on her shoulder. His broad chest
heaved and the friction of his coat against her nipples
continued to excite her body. Her treacherous
treacherous body.
What had she done?
Suzanne s head slowly tilted until the back of it rested
against the wall. John leaned against her so heavily she
could feel the individual bricks against her back. She
opened her mouth to say something anything but
words choked in her throat.
He lifted his head. Suzanne he began.
Oh God, oh God, she couldn t deal with this. Not in
any way.
Whatever he was about to say Hey, babe, that was
great, let s do it again sometime. or, worse, That was
nice, but let s pretend it never happened. she was
lost. Whatever he said, she couldn t deal with it. Her
behavior had been so way off her personal radar, she
had no tools, no way to cope.
Suzanne, he said again and she couldn t tell what
was in his deep voice regret, smugness, desire he
was still hard inside her, after all it didn t make any
difference. The fact that she had no idea what he was
going to say made things worse.
She didn t know what his reaction would be because
she didn t know him at all. She d only met him this
morning.
He was a complete stranger.
Who she had just let make explosive love to her against
a wall. Let? She d practically begged for it.
She had to get out of here, fast.
She dropped her legs and pushed against his chest,
hard.
John s head came up and he moved back a fraction of
an inch. Are you all right he began, and she
slithered past him. She couldn t answer him, simply
couldn t.
Miraculously, she still held her key in her hand. He was
holding himself up against the wall with one hand,
breathing hard, head turned towards her, watching her.
A twist of her wrist, and she was able to slip inside the
door and close it behind her. She leaned against it,
panting, eyes filled with tears.
Hey! His deep voice set up a vibration in her
stomach and then another vibration set up his fist
against the door. 38
Suzanne! Suzanne! Open up!
Good thing she d used top-grade lumber for those
doors.
Suzanne! he bellowed. Let me in!
Suzanne tested her legs. For an instant, she thought
they wouldn t bear her weight. Her legs were sore from
having been opened so wide and she was sore between
them from the hard rough strokes he d used.
She stepped forward gingerly thankful her legs were
holding. Passing a mirror she stopped, transfixed at the
reflection. Her eyes widened.
Naked except for sheer black thigh-high stockings and
heels, hair flying around her face, eyes rimmed with
smudged mascara and puffy, red lips, she looked like
something ordered up from Sex Kittens R Us.
Another thud made the door rattle in its frame.
Suzanne! Tell me you re okay or I m coming in! I ll
give you three seconds. One&
She shook with shock. Okay?
How could she say she was okay?
Two!
She d just had wild sex. With a stranger. Up against a
wall. And had had the most explosive orgasm of her
life.
Three! Metallic sounds. He was picking the lock.
I m She could barely get any sound out through
her tight throat. She coughed. I m okay. I m, um, all
right. She breathed deeply and raised her voice. I m
fine. Now go away.
This was definitely a Scarlett O Hara moment, she
thought as she moved into the bathroom. She d think
about this tomorrow.
* * * * *
Damn!
John stood with his fist raised. He lowered it, and then
lowered his forehead against the door.
Which put him in a position to look down at himself,
wet with come, still fiercely erect and so hard he could
have used his cock to knock her door down. He still
wanted her, ferociously, but he d completely blown it.
He d been doing so well, working so hard to kiss her
gently. A perfect gentleman s kiss, even though it cost
him what felt like a year s supply of self control. And
then she d moaned, and moved and he d& lost it.
Her clothes were pooled on the floor. Coat, pretty
blouse with all the buttons ripped off, skirt, torn bra
and ripped panties. Bending, he picked her clothes up
and hung them, one by one, on the doorknob. Then he
reached down to tuck himself back in his pants. He
zipped up, wincing. 39
He d lost the battle tonight.
But not the war. 40
Chapter Four
Finally, at seven the next morning Suzanne gave up
any pretence of sleeping. She d spent the night tossing
and turning, angry and embarrassed at herself for how
she d behaved and even more angry and embarrassed
at herself for turning red hot at the memory.
She tried to wipe John Huntington from her mind, and
it almost worked, but she couldn t do anything to wipe
the memory of him from her body.
All night, the ghost of his mouth on hers, the memory
of his strong fingers clenched tightly around her back,
his body thrusting hard into hers, kept roaring back into
life, her senses feeling it as sharply as the first time.
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