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vocal cords until she couldn’t scream. Her body trembled, a throaty moan filling the air, the only things her body could manage.
    And still He picked up pace.
    If she knew His name, she would have screamed it by now, but He appeared to love her hoarse cries of “Oh, God…yes…please…” Wanton sounds. Decadent sounds.
    Sounds of being well fucked.
    Her forehead rested against the pillow and she gasped, trying to match His speed now. The bed slammed against the wall, and for the hundredth time she vaguely wondered if the people in the next-door apartment marveled at the prowess of her lover. She did.
    He never tired. His hips slapped against her ass, always moving, always rolling.
    Always, always wrenching another orgasm from her, each one more powerful than the last. Already she knew tonight would be one of those nights. Tonight He would use her until all sensation left her legs. Until her pussy was raw and sore.
    She gave in and let Him have his way. He would anyway, regardless of how much she encouraged or discouraged Him.
    Yes, having Him was as good, if not better, than having a boyfriend.
    Her eyes fluttered closed, her body braced against the ever-increasing power of His thrusts. Sabrina released herself to Him again. Let Him use her pussy until in another twenty minutes or so, the orgasms would become so intense, bright-colored spots appeared behind her lids. Then once the spots disappeared, on the border of hyperventilation, she would see only blackness. And then, one or two more orgasms later, she’d pass out altogether to wake and find Him gone, but His seed seeping from between her legs. Funny how the sticky fluid always remained.
    Still, a little cleanup was a small price to pay to keep the voices away.
    * * * * *
    “I need a fucking cigarette.”
    14

    Intimate Whispers
    Jason paced the room, stopping often to stare at the closed front door. So very tempted to throw it open, march across the hall and confront Sabrina. With the exception of his parents, no one knew about Teddy. No one.
    Kelly held out a small tumbler of bourbon. Ice cubes clinked against each other as she offered it. They’d been trying to solve the mystery of tonight for the past two hours until Kelly had given up and poured a couple of drinks instead. “You don’t smoke,” she reminded him. “Here, take this instead. And while you’re at it, why don’t you sit next to me and explain why you are so fascinated with her? I don’t get it.” He looked over at the concern on her face and the corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile from the sight of her. She’d probably always have the ability to make his heart pick up speed. Kelly was beautiful. He liked his women petite, and she was the epitome of compact. She wore three-inch heels for almost everything, arguing they were evil inventions of men meant to push out her ass and elevate her breasts. Society forced her to compete with thin, model-types, she’d say, and someone like her needed the extra edge. He didn’t think so. Short blonde hair, big blue eyes. Cute kewpie-doll lips.
    She’d caught his attention in a room full of salespeople almost immediately.
    Too bad they’d messed things up beyond all hope of repair during their year together as a couple. While she might be willing to give it a third whirl, he didn’t have the heart to try. They just weren’t meant to be and he did neither of them a favor by forcing himself into a romantic relationship with her again.
    He took the glass and sat down, staring into the amber liquid. Melting ice formed a widening translucent layer. “You never met my brother Thad, but he would have liked you. Any woman who offered up a drink when a man was feeling down, was a woman after his own heart.”
    Her hand landed on his knee. “I’m sorry.”
    Jason nodded. She knew about his deceased brother, but not the entire story. Not even Kelly earned that honor. “Thanks.” He let a beat of silence pass. “I know it’s impossible, but