Flashpoint

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by Desiree Holt


  “But?” he urged.

  “But if New York is where you need to be, I can ask Captain MacNeill to help me find a position in the NYFD. He has a lot of connections.”

  His arms tightened around her. “You’d do that for me? Just lick up and move because that’s where I told you I have to be? Want to be?”

  “Uh huh. Because I love you.”

  “See how nicely that works out?” he teased. “But guess what? I’m established enough that I can choose my own home base now. I choose San Antonio.”

  Randi turned around in his embrace, excitement coursing through her. “You would do that for me? B-But then you’re giving in on everything. What would you get in return?”

  Emotion burned in his eyes along with fierce hunger. “I’m getting you. That’s more than enough for me.”

  “Oh, god. Oh, Noah.” She threw her arms around him, pressing her slick body against his, and kissed him so hard she almost couldn’t breath.

  “I think we need to take this to a different location.”

  She felt the hard thickness of his cock press against her in the water.

  “I agree,” she told him breathlessly.

  In what seemed like seconds he had them both out of the tub, dried off and on the bed. He paused only long enough to dig a condom out of his wallet and slide it on. Randi welcomed him into her body as he slid inside her with one hard thrust. Oh, god! This felt more right than anything else in the world.

  “Next time I’ll take longer,” he breathed, “but right now I have to be inside you. Oh, Jesus, Randi. This is the only place I ever want to be. You feel so damn fucking good.”

  “Same goes,”

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  She opened her eyes and found his hot ones blazing into her.

  “Don’t close them. Keep them open. Just like now.”

  Then he began to move, slow then faster and faster, his cock dragging thickly against the inner walls of her pussy, her body stretching to accept him, her juices lubricating the way. The tension of the day, the fear and drama of the evening all combined to ramp up their emotions and responses.

  As they reached the crest she whispered to him, “Flashpoint.”

  And it was, their own point of explosion, the heat of their fire and the lick of the flames that scorched them both.

  He nodded and plunged into her one last time.

  They came together like the explosion of a volcano, her walls clamping down on his pulsing cock as they shuddered together again and again.

  There was nothing but the two of them, just them, and this unbelievable joining.

  She never took her eyes away from his, reading in them everything she’d always ever wanted from him. For the two of them.

  At last, limp and sent, they lay exhausted in each other’s arms. She knew he would always be there for her as she would for him. They’d had to separate to come together again but now nothing would ever break them apart, again.

 

 

 


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