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by Cari Quinn


  She rimmed her lips with her tongue. “Bring it,” she challenged.

  He brought it. Hard, fast, with all of his frustration and every wet dream from the last year wrapped up in the hope and desire she’d evoked tonight. He lowered his tongue to her nipple, swirling each tight peak in turn until she writhed and panted.

  Her noises drove him out of his mind. Hearing her lose herself like that… God, it was so sexy. He wanted to make her come all night long.

  Tonight, he would.

  He grabbed a handful of her ass, jerking her up and down the wall, letting her feel every bit of his cock. His balls clenched as she drew her arms up, crossing them behind her head so that her breasts jutted outward, bouncing without restraint. She let out a keening, sharp sound as her inner walls rippled around him. “Jeff,” she pleaded.

  Poised on the edge of her orgasm, she stared into his eyes, connecting them so powerfully he went on autopilot. He thrust into her harder and tugged on her hair, bringing her lips to his an instant before the first spasm shook her. Moan after moan left her mouth and flowed into his. All the while he fought the urge to join her, to fall one more time.

  He couldn’t hold back. Didn’t want to. After being consumed for so long by thoughts of the one night they’d had—how could it have been just one night?—having her here seemed unbelievable. Better than any fantasy.

  With a groan, he pumped into her once more, spilling himself inside the condom. Losing himself to her all over again. Gaining so much more.

  She’d come back to him.

  She cradled his head against her shoulder in the aftermath. Eventually she shifted her leg from the table and brushed a kiss over his temple. “So…that question I had.”

  More questions. “Oh yeah. Forgot all about that.”

  “Well, we were kinda busy.”

  “Very true.” He chuckled. “Shoot.”

  “Did you miss me, Jeff?” she asked, voice trembling.

  He lifted his head, his laughter draining away as swiftly as it had come. If he wasn’t mistaken, tears glistened in her eyes.

  His heart lurched. “Fuck yeah, I missed you, Karyn Colette Allison Ja—”

  When she laid a finger over his lips, he realized his mistake. She smiled. “I missed you too, Jeffrey No Name Maddox.”

  Epilogue

  Saturday nights always sucked traffic-wise. Especially when a storm hovered just above Cedar Hollow on the radar map and already blew frosty puffs of snow across the bustling streets.

  Not quite Halloween and snowing again. Why couldn’t they ever get a decent fall? This was New York, not Antarctica.

  Jeff sighed and maneuvered his old sedan into the crowded parking lot of the local supermarket. Impending storms always caused a run on supplies, which meant crowded aisles and hardly any bread or milk on the shelves. Whether the forecast called for one inch or twenty, the result was always the same.

  He entered the store and grinned as he pushed his cart toward the dairy section. Good thing the supplies he’d come to gather didn’t rank on the usual snow survival list. He just wanted to grab what he needed and get home. He had stuff to do.

  More importantly, he had the sexiest woman on earth to do.

  He picked up a box of instant latté mix and two cans of whipped cream, one regular and one chocolate. For old times’ sake, he tossed some smelly cheese and a couple of sprigs of fat, juicy-looking green grapes into his cart as well.

  Just as he turned toward the checkout, George Strait signaled he had a text. His grin broadened as he flipped open his cell. A picture message waited for him.

  A picture, huh? He waited for it to form on his outdated phone, eyes narrowing as the image came into perfect view.

  Creamy white thighs, spread wide open. A wine bottle between them. Droplets of purple liquid splashed those thighs and clung to the dainty fingers circling the neck of the bottle. It even dripped off the ornately carved white gold ring that flashed amid the array of silver on her left hand.

  Don’t know what ur wring but I’m naked. And we’re out of wine.

  While he laughed and counted every one of his lucky stars, another text arrived.

  I miss u. Hurry home.

  He typed back while he hip checked his cart into line. He didn’t have any time to waste.

  On my way, Mrs. Maddox.

  About the Author

  Award-winning, multi-published author Cari Quinn wrote her first story—a bible parable—in 2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her Catholic school. Once she saw the warm reception that first tale garnered, she was hooked. She attempted her first romance in junior high, long before she’d ever read one. Writing what she knew always took a backseat to what she wanted to know, and that still holds true today. Cari’s genres of choice include contemporary, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, urban fantasy and paranormal. Recently she discovered erotic romance. Oh, how far she’s come.

  Cari welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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