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She felt him so impossibly deep. When
his teeth scraped her clitoris, the stimulation drove her over the tenuous
edge. She cried out as the flood of ecstasy tore through her, her pussy
clenching and unclenching at the relentless stabs of his tongue. She threw back
her head and arched her back as her hips bucked and legs quivered in his grasp
until she could only make desperate noises of total surrender.
    When she could finally breathe again, Anna stroked her
fingers through Conor’s thick hair as he nuzzled his cheek against her thigh.
“Well,” she said, exhausted and sated. “That happened.”
    Conor tilted his face toward hers. “Yes, it did. And it can
happen every day for the rest of your life if you’d only say yes, Anna.”
    A tingle stirred in her groin, the beginnings of arousal, as
his words glided on her skin. With her heightened senses, she could see his
face glistening with her fluids. A more modest part of her thought she should
be embarrassed to have the evidence of her excitement plastered all over his
scruffy cheeks, but the part of her that had ridden the wave to nirvana found
the sight sexy as hell.
    Anna sighed. Longing and need drew her lower parts tight
again when he licked around his mouth and smiled. To say he wore a wolfish-grin
might sound cliché, but she couldn’t think of a better way to describe how
truly pleased he seemed. “You know I can’t.”
    “I know nothing of the kind. There’s no reason for you to go
back to that… Life.” He spit out the word as if it were bitter fruit. He’d
started up her body, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him.
“I don’t understand, Anna. Make me understand.”
    “Sam.” She blurted softly. Her son.
    When Conor had offered her a new life, she’d made all kinds
of overtures about being ready to die. Getting sick hadn’t been part of her
plan, but she’d come to accept it in the end. She’d made preparations, had her
will in order, her funeral already paid for, and arrangements had been made for
her son. Anna fought the hot tears threatening to roll fat and heavy down her
cheeks. She’d just shared a beautiful, magnificent moment with the love of her
life, and all she could do was mourn a future she wouldn’t live to see.   “I can’t live, knowing my son won’t be there
with me at the end.”
    Conor jerked away from her. His glare pierced the darkness
to the depths of her soul. “I never thought I’d say this of you, Anna. But
you’re a coward.”
    His words slapped her across her face—more damaging than an
open hand. She flinched. “How can you say that to me? Without you in my life,
I’ve had to be brave every waking moment.” She’d regretted turning him down all
those years ago, and since then, she’d had to find a way every day to make it without Conor. Sam had been the one person
who’d kept her from losing her mind.
    “No.” His anger made her recoil. “You hide when things get
tough, Anna. I don’t know why I thought now might be different. When it comes
down to it, you always make the easy choice. Not the choice that will make you happy, but the one that disrupts your
life the least.”
    “Stop it,” she said. Her own rage simmered. “Just stop.”
    “Why should I? What do I have to lose? You?” He barked a
sardonic laugh. “You’d actually have to be mine for that to happen.”
    “Fuck you, Conor Evans.” Anna shoved him, but he didn’t
budge. “You don’t know anything about my life or the choices I’ve made. None of
them have been easy.” She scowled and leaned forward until her nose nearly
touched his. “Staying with a man I didn’t love. Not easy. Living a life without
you. Not easy.” Anna poked Conor’s chest. “You say I’m not yours. Well,
asshole, I’ve never been anyone’s but yours. It has been a complicated and
miserable existence without you. My son has been the only light in an otherwise
dark life. So, excuse me if I’m reluctant to watch him die.”
    His