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swiftly, slipping his tongue inside her mouth and caressing her own with it. Luke tasted like he always did, hot and masculine, the warmth of his kiss overpowering her resistance.
    “The pizza’ll be here any minute,” she said weakly.
    “Then we’ll have to be quick,” he said with a wicked smile. “Grab the top of the sofa, and bend over!”
    “What?”
    He gave her a light slap on her bottom. “You heard me.”
    Emily giggled at the wicked image of her husband taking her with her bent over the sofa. But she liked the thought too, so she did as Luke ordered.
    Luke jerked down her work-out pants that she donned for comfort, and her panties, and quite unexpectedly dropped to his knees and pressed his tongue upward between her legs, lapping up the juices that pooled there. His tongue laved her most sensitive places, sending jolts of electricity through her. She moaned and was rewarded by Luke thrusting up even harder, the scruff from his five o’clock shadow scraping her thighs in the most delicious way. It wasn’t painful, but it made her even more aware of the ministrations Luke lavished on her clit and folds. His tongue curled and caressed the soft flesh of her labia and hood, and she came in a rush, crying his name and bucking against his face.
    When she calmed, he rose and bent over to wickedly descend on her mouth with a crushing kiss so she tasted her own juices. “See now hot you taste,” he said. “I could eat that all night, you taste so good.”
    She swallowed hard at the thought. Emily was so sensitive after her orgasm she doubted she could take any more of Luke’s tongue’s attention.
    “But,” he said with a gleam in his eye, “it’s my turn now. Hold on tight, baby.”
    Emily gasped as she felt him lining up his hard shaft to her entrance. She was so wet both from his mouth and her orgasm that he slid in easily. He groaned as his length moved deeper inside her. He filled her completely and gripped her hips. Emily couldn’t help but mewl; he felt so good inside her. “I love you, baby,” she gasped.
    “Hell, yeah,” Luke was like this when he was deep in pleasure, unable to speak more than a word or two.
    “So good,” she whimpered.
    Slowly he pumped her, his strong thighs pushing into her and then out. Slowly his rhythm built. In her mind, she saw him from the back, his beautiful ass tight and strong as he stroked her. The image was enough to tip her over the edge again. Her cries aroused him more, and he pounded into her.
    “Fuck!” he said, “I’m cumming, baby.” After a few more strokes, he laid his head on her back for a minute while his breathing calmed. Then he straightened and pulled her up into his arms.
    “You are so amazing,” she said and smiled. “That was quick. The pizza isn’t even here yet.”
    “Oh, yeah, that. I told them to hold delivery for an hour.”
    “You!” accused Emily, slapping her hand on his shoulder.
    “Ouch!” he said.
    “Don’t even go there. With muscles like yours, this isn’t even the sting of a mosquito bite on you.”
    “But,” said Luke, playfully with a touch of drama, “the emotional pain.”
    Emily scoffed, but the sound was overridden by the ring of the doorbell.
     

CHAPTER THREE
    Ignoring Good Advice
     
    Luke let go of Emily as the doorbell chirped. She made her way to the bedroom to get herself together while Luke hastily flung his clothes back on. He managed to get his pants back up as the doorbell rang again, and he slipped his t-shirt on as he answered the door to find a tall dark-haired man.
    “Matt!” said Luke surprised.
    “Hey, I hope I didn’t come at a bad time, but I thought if the immigration agent was still here it might help to have your lawyer around as well.”
    “No, she left a half hour ago. But come in anyway and have a beer.”
    “Sounds good.”
    “Emily, Matt Stone’s here.”
    Emily came out of the bedroom after pulling on a pair of pregnancy jeans and a t-shirt. Her face was flushed and