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breast. The hard, twisting pinch sent a jolt of electricity to her crotch. She gritted her teeth and fought to hold back her orgasm.
    Claire’s whimpers turned into a keening whine and she arched against the wall. She shuddered through her climax, but before the tremors stopped, Ryder pulled out and spun her around.
    “God, you’ve got a great ass.” She bit down on one smooth cheek, her teeth eliciting a surprised squeak. Then she pressed her chest against Claire’s back to bend her over and took Claire’s hands to place them against the wall. “Brace yourself, babe, this ride’s not over.”
    She grabbed Claire’s hips and again plunged inside. This position was a lot easier on her injured leg and she drove her cock relentlessly, savoring the slap of her flesh against Claire’s ass.
    “Oh, God.” Claire spread her legs wider and arched up to meet Ryder’s pumping hips. “Oh, God.”
    Injured or not, Ryder’s legs were like steel bands and, as her orgasm gathered, her thrusts lifted Claire onto her toes with each stroke. She felt for Claire’s breast and squeezed the nipple hard. She couldn’t hold off this time, so she slid her fingers over Claire’s clit, stretched tight by the cock boring into her, and stroked it firmly. Claire clamped a hand over her own mouth and screamed her climax into it.
    Ryder groaned and bucked through her orgasm. “Fuck, yeah. Oh, yeah.”
    They panted for a long minute, Claire still bent over and Ryder pressed against her back. When their breathing slowed, Ryder pulled her cock free and Claire moaned with the movement.
    Ryder glanced around at the surrounding shelves. Nothing but jugs of industrial cleaner. She pulled off her hoodie and tank top underneath, offering the soft undershirt to Claire to dry off a bit. But Claire shook her head and daintily pulled a mini-pack of wipes from her purse to clean up before straightening her skirt. Ryder shrugged and wiped the undershirt between her own legs and along the dildo before tugging her jeans up and slipping back into her hoodie. She rolled the sticky tank up and stuffed it into the hoodie’s pouch.
    Claire glanced at her watch. “Damn, I’ve got to hurry or I’m going to miss my flight.”
    “Yeah, and my friends are probably looking—” Ryder opened the door and bumped into a tall roadblock. “Oh, well, guess they found me.” She grinned up at Skyler. “Hey, guys. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”
    Claire glanced at the two women, then turned to Ryder. “I should be embarrassed, but I don’t have time.” She pulled her down for a long, tongue-filled kiss. “Thanks for an unforgettable week, stud. You’ve got my numbers if you’re ever in DC.” One last peck on the lips and she was sprinting down the corridor as fast as her three-inch heels would carry her.
    Ryder grinned at Skyler and Tory, and shrugged. “That was Claire. She’s an FAA official.”
    Tory tossed the black duffel into Ryder’s arms and arched an eyebrow.
    “Would you believe we met when she strip-searched me in Dallas?” Ryder glanced down the hallway where Claire had disappeared. “She was, uh, the unexpected delay in my flight plans.”
    “I’d believe just about anything where you’re concerned,” Skyler said, grabbing the shoulder of Ryder’s hoodie and dragging her toward the exit.
    Tory’s nostrils flared and she wrinkled her nose. “Christ, you smell like a brothel. You’re not getting in my truck until we stop by a restroom and you stuff that thing you’re packing into your bag and wash up.”
    Ryder laughed. “Still campaigning for the nunnery, huh, Tory?”
    Damn, it was good to see them again. They fell back into their familiar roles as if they’d never been apart—Skyler the alpha, Ryder the restless, and Tory the pure-hearted, who was the glue that held the three of them together. “It’s okay. You two are getting up in age. I don’t mind handling the hot ones for ya.”
    Skyler hooted and grabbed Ryder