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cock, as wave after wave of release flowed through her.
    Her mind went blank, enjoying the sensation of complete surrender and satisfaction.
    After a few moments, Bobby brought her back, easing out of her and murmuring, “Thank you, Lexi. That was hot.” He stroked his hand down the length of her back, his touch light.
    “Mmm,” she moaned, too relaxed to move.
    He kissed her nape and moved away. She floated again until the sensation of a warm washcloth between her thighs brought her back to the moment. She was surprised at the gesture, not guessing Bobby to be the care-taking type. But no, despite the roughness, he had been an extremely sensitive lover, completely in tune with her. She wondered what he would have done if he’d found her dry and tense, as sometimes happened for her. Would he learn how to unlock her secrets as he claimed? It already seemed he knew them, because he’d just revealed something about herself she hadn’t known: she liked being used.
    He rolled her to her back and slid an arm under her to pull her the rest of the way onto the bed, climbing over her. As if to prove her theory, he was careful to pull her hair out from under her shoulders, somehow guessing her discomfort.
     
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    He kissed Lexi, cupping the back of her head to hold her in place. She responded, her lips soft and supple. When they pulled apart he settled beside her, stroking his hand up and down the curve of her hip. “So, are you in some kind of trouble?”
    She went still. “What do you mean?”
    “I get the feeling you wouldn’t normally do something like this. Gina introduced us for a reason. I’m hoping it’s not because you’re an informer.” He grinned when her eyes rounded and she shook her head. “You need something from me. What is it?”
    She opened her mouth but no words came out.
    “Is it money? Are you running from someone? Do you need protection?”
    She drew in a shaky breath. “No, not at all.”
    He shook his head. “Don’t ever lie to me, Lexi. It irritates me.”
    She blinked with wide eyes, but did not speak.
    He prompted, “Try it again.”
    Tears formed and he watched her struggle to keep them back. “I got evicted today,” she admitted, not quite meeting his eye.
    He nodded, unsurprised. He knew something had to be going on, because she was definitely not your usual bar floozy out to sink her claws into a rich guy. She seemed like a smart, normal girl who had never done anything like this in her life. Which added to her appeal. “Is your stuff still there, at your apartment?”
    “Yeah.”
    He got up and fished his phone out of his trouser pocket on the floor. “What is the address?” he asked, his thumb poised over the keypad.
    She lifted her eyebrows. “Why?”
    “Because, I’m going to get it back for you,” he answered impatiently, then raised his eyebrows to prompt her.
    “3650 E. Walnut, #254.”
    “Landlord’s name and number?”
    “Darrell Jones. I’ll get his number,” she said, rolling out of bed and padding back into the living room. When she returned with her phone, she looked nervous. “What are you going to do to him?”
    He laughed. “What do you want me to do to him?”
    “Nothing... I mean —”
    He chuckled again. “I was just thinking along the lines of paying him enough to open up the place and let me move your stuff out.”
    “Oh,” she said, looking embarrassed. “Sorry. I just... don’t know how all this works.”
    “I’m just an ordinary guy, Lex. I work in real estate and new construction. I use family contacts to make deals, and I’m not above bending the law a bit to avoid paying Uncle Sam more than his fair share, but I’m not a criminal.”
    Her face flushed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
    “Come here,” he said, tugging her hand so she crawled back up on the bed with him. He kissed her. “I’m not offended. I think you’re cute.”
    She hid her face by looking down at her phone to find the