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he.
    Their sweaty skin slid along one another. No words
were passed between them other than her out-of-breath yells and his
grunts. This wasn’t a deep, soul-connecting, intimate exchange. It
was a fucking. Sex. Raw and gritty. Her hair, he’d wrapped in one
large hand and angled her head how he wanted it. He took, and she
gave all he asked for and more.
    When he came hard inside her, her body, exhausted,
quivered and came once more. She hadn’t any energy to move. Time
had lost all meaning; all she knew was the man above her who
nuzzled her in the side of the neck.
    He lay beside her, still fully buried inside her,
and held her tight. Twining her arms around him, she allowed the
cuddling. Normally, she wanted to leave immediately after, but even
if she had wanted to, she didn’t have any energy to do so.
Plus, this was kind of nice, him making her feel safe and
protected. Not many men could do that.
    She closed her eyes and listened to the rhythm of
his heart as it slowed over time, as did hers.
    Three more times during the night, they had sex. As
with the first time, they kept comments to themselves. When she
stirred early in the morning, she cracked her eyes open and found
him shoving into his pants across the room.
    “Leaving?”
    He stared at her, that coldness back in his gaze.
“Figured you’d not want anyone to know you went slumming.”
    Her eye twitched, and she climbed from the bed,
naked. His eyes darkened, and she watched the rapid uptick of his
pulse on the side of his neck. She strode to stand toe to toe with
him.
    “You need to get over yourself. This isn’t high
school, anymore. We’re not kids.”
    “Yet, at the end of the day, I’m still an Ellery and
you’re a Boshay.”
    “You have a dick, and I have a pussy. What’s your
point?” She slapped her hands on his chest before pushing his hands
away and undoing the pants he’d just done. “I told you, I’ve been
disowned by my father.”
    “So, now, I’m okay to be with?”
    She cupped his cock, glad when it was in her hand
once more. She loved touching him and hadn’t had enough of it last
night. “You were back then, as well. I just was too full of myself
to know. I get it. I was a bitch in school. People change.”
    She began stroking him, not really wanting to go
down that memory lane. She hadn’t been a nice person in school.
Toby had been one of her real friends because he had come from
money, as well. They’d been mean together. She’d hung out with a
group of girls, cheerleaders, who had run the school with spite and
evilness. “You really want to rehash this now?”
    He bucked his length into her hand. “No.”
    Neither did she.
    ☼
    “So, what’s with the scowling I see you do?”
    Chase lay on his back, one arm behind his head.
Vicki’s toned, naked body was pressed along his. They’d been
sleeping together for a month now.
    He went to her place or they met out of town. Or had
quickies in and on her cop car. Something hot about having her in
uniform. Everything about her was the antithesis from the Victoria
Boshay he recalled from school years. She didn’t seem to miss the
opulence she’d grown up living with. Her place was small, a
one-bedroom. She’d said she didn’t need any more than what she now
had.
    “Chase?” She nudged him.
    “My scowling?”
    “Yes. It seems the only woman who gets a genuine
reaction from you is Mrs. Mallery.”
    “She’s always been like a mother to me.” He smoothed
a hand over her ass.
    “So, Sarah would, as well?”
    “Of course.”
    “I remember you two were close in school.”
    He grunted. Sarah was off limits for discussion,
like a lot of his past.
    “She always impressed me,” Vicki continued.
    “How so?”
    She adjusted against him, one leg draping his
thicker, larger one. It was comforting having her like this with
him. The brush of her skin along his, her curves. Nothing between
them.
    “She never let comments get to her. No matter what
was said. How is she