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steaming mug on the nightstand along with a phone. “The password to open it is TEMP. Got it?”

“Got it, and thanks,” she said, but her smile quickly faded, and she stared up at him solemnly. “Scott, will you please be careful tomorrow night?”

“I told you, I’m always careful.”

“I know, but you have to promise to be really, really careful.”

“Hey, remember what I said about worry?” he murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, but I know about Conchello. He always has tricks up his sleeve,” she said earnestly. “At least, that’s what people used to say around the mansion. Please promise to be really, really careful, and remember this; if you think you’ve got him cornered, look out. You probably haven’t.”

“I promise, and I’ll take that cautionary note to heart. Now drink your toddy and get some rest. I’ll try not to wake you when I come in.”

“You can wake me any time,” she said, putting her arms around him and hugging him tightly. “In fact, I hope you do.”

* * *

The moment Dan and Roxy walked into Roxy’s modest home, their lips locked in a fervent kiss, but when she led him into her bedroom, she carefully removed his new clothes and placed them neatly on a chair.

Her constraint lasted only a moment.

Quickly sliding her hand over his boxers and feeling his stiffened cock, she caught her breath. Its length and breadth matched his physique.

“Yeah, Roxy, I’m a big boy,” he murmured, raising her dress and clutching her full, fleshy backside over her panties. “Can you handle it?”

“I sure as hell want to try,” she muttered urgently as he pushed her backwards onto the bed.

Swiftly removing her clothes, he straightened up, stared down at her, then dramatically pulled off his underwear and exposed his mammoth member. The look on her face sent his lips curling into a wicked grin. He was hung like a horse. Sex was an area in which he’d always felt supremely confident.

“You can start by sucking me.”

Wordlessly kneeling up and grasping his long, hefty shaft, she closed her mouth around him, drew him in, and bobbed her head with gusto, pausing every few seconds to slurp around the tip.

“Fuck,” he grunted as energy surged through his loins, “where did you learn to do that?”

Ignoring his question, she grabbed his balls and lightly squeezed, but not used to such ardent attention, he fisted her hair and made her stop.

“Turn around and bend over the bed, and get those legs spread nice and wide.”

“Yes, Detective,” she mumbled, making a strange mewling sound as she placed herself in position.

Staring down at her wonderfully full, round backside, he slapped her curvaceous cheeks, then thrust his fingers into her pussy.

She was as soaked as he was hard.

Not caring he didn’t have protection, he placed himself at her slick entrance, grasped her waist, and cautiously pushed forward. To his great joy, she let out a cry and bucked back against him.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Please, it’s been so long… fuck me.”

Snaking his way into her depths, he began to slowly pump, and though her channel was tight, her cries and moans told him she was loving every rigid inch. Not wanting to leave her sore, he thrust at a leisurely pace.

“Please, Detective,” she begged, “please fuck me harder.”

“Detective,” he repeated with a grin. “Does that turn you on, baby?”

“Yeah, totally.”

“If I had my cuffs with me—”

“Ooh, fuck me, fuck me.”

“You asked for it,” he growled, tightening his grip and quickening his strokes.

He’d had no lack of partners. Most of the girls who frequented Conchello’s mansion were there to keep the men happy, but none compared to this voluptuous woman moaning with gratitude and enthusiastically gyrating her hips. Pausing for a moment to milk the intense pleasure, he leaned over her and clutched her ample breasts.

“You’ve got such great tits,” he muttered, pulling on her nipples. “I’m gonna spend an entire night feasting on these babies.”

“Please keep going,” she begged, and letting out a long, low groan, she writhed beneath him, underscoring her carnal lust.

“Do you love my big dick?” he demanded huskily, his lips at her ear.

“Yes, yes, so much, you’re filling me all the way to my throat.”

“Are you gonna come for me? Are you gonna come hard, baby?”

“I could’ve climaxed the minute I saw it,” she panted. “Please, I love it so much I can’t stand it.”

Savoring her excitement, he kept hold of her luscious mounds and quickened his pace, relishing the feel of her plump breasts in his hands. As his climax loomed, he gripped them tighter, and spurred on by her euphoric cries, he thrust with vigor, abruptly exploding inside her with a series of loud groans.

As the violent spasms waned and he flopped on the bed, she stretched out beside him, pressed her curvaceous body next to his, and let out a long, contented sigh.

“Feel good?” he murmured, moving an arm around her.

“Good is a decent cup of coffee. That was Dom Perignon served in crystal flutes.”

“Yeah, I’ll go with that.”

“You don’t have to leave, do you?”

“Nope, not unless you want me to,” he replied, letting out a heavy breath. “Do you?”

“No, uh, but don’t feel you have to stay if—”

“Stop,” he said firmly. “Do you want me to stay overnight, yes or no?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Then it’s settled, and I’m ready to sleep. Turn off that lamp.”

She switched off the small bedside light, and they slid between the sheets.

“Goodnight, Danny,” she murmured softly, snuggling against him. “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

“Goodnight, Roxy baby. I had a great time too. The best in ages.”

“Truly?”

“Yep, truly.”

But his eyes didn’t close.

Staring up at the ceiling, he was consumed with thoughts of the morning ahead. What he had to do was a huge risk, but it was one he had to take.

Chapter 27

Waking from a deep sleep, Dan blinked open his eyes and glanced at his watch. It never left his wrist, but staring at the valuable timepiece, he wanted to sell it. One way or