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thrust his tongue into her open mouth
as she came, his hands on her breasts. Darla withdrew and massaged Kathie’s
clit.
    Writhing within her bonds, Kathie opened her eyes to look
deep into Ross’ brown gaze. Beyond him, she could see Darla kissing Toby while
continuing to play with Kathie’s cunt.
    Another hand touched her—a man’s hand, she thought. But the
hand couldn’t belong to Ross—he was cupping her breasts and pinching her
nipples, which was unbelievably arousing, combined as it was with Darla’s fingers
in Kathie’s pussy. Toby was stroking Kathie’s inner thighs up and down with
gentle fingertips. The lazy caress kept her pulsing.
    She didn’t stop coming until Darla stopped. Ross
straightened to unzip his shorts while Toby urged Darla to bend over the table
between Kathie’s spread legs. Darla kissed Kathie’s naked cunt while presenting
her raised ass to her partner, who lifted her skirt and opened his pants. He
had a long cock—not as thick as Ross’ or as dark, but quite a tool
nevertheless. Kathie’s pulse quickened as she watched, watched and anticipated
with a rush of honey moistening her pussy. She pushed her cunt harder against
Darla’s lips.
    Toby fondled himself for a moment then aimed his rod to
enter Darla from behind with a long, slow surge. Darla’s gasp sent warm breath
floating over Kathie’s clit while she watched Toby grip Darla’s round hips as
he took her.
    She’d never thought she’d take part in such a dirty, sexy
scene and didn’t know how she felt about it. The she remembered what Ross had
said. Just let go…
    So she did. She let go of her judgments and her fear to
watch Toby fuck Darla, allowed herself to enjoy the quick flicks of Darla’s
tongue over her clit, flicks that landed in time with Toby’s powerful thrusts.
    Kathie writhed and moaned. Ross climbed up onto the table
and centered himself atop her, his knees spread. He lifted her head and shoved
his cock into her mouth, taking advantage of her open lips, her gasps and pants
as Darla ate her out, her tongue stabbing rhythmically, her long nails digging
into Kathie’s thighs while holding them apart.
    Those tiny stabs, along with the hard push of Ross’ cock in
her mouth, sent Kathie over the edge once more.
    As she panted for breath, enjoying the afterglow and sucking
Ross anew, he moaned, “Belle, Belle…”
    For a startled moment she forgot who he meant. Then she
remembered and was both complimented and dumbfounded. Complimented, for
evidently she was blowing him the way he liked. And dumbfounded. In the midst
of his passion, he had used her code name.
    That was more single-minded than she ever wanted to become.
What did that portend for their relationship? Would it always be overshadowed
by their work?

Chapter Three
     
    Ross led her down a hall, with Kathie’s feet silent on
thick, gray carpets. She caught glimpses of rooms, one evidently an office,
with a desk strewn with paperwork. Another was a guest bedroom, she supposed,
for it was nicely furnished but had a lonely air, as though it wasn’t often
used. Potted plants were everywhere. He’d even managed to persuade gardenias to
bloom indoors. Their heady scent filled her nostrils.
    They turned into a large, opulently furnished master suite.
Its sitting room featured comfortable chairs, good lighting and another table
fountain. This was apparently where Ross hung out and read. She didn’t really
have time to snoop around because he led her through the room and into another.
    His bedroom. Dominated by a four-poster, king-sized bed in
dark wood, it was masculine without being ponderous or stupidly macho. No whips
or chains, not even satin sheets. Just a big bed that reminded her irresistibly
of hot sex on cool white linens.
    His bathroom was huge, the size of her apartment’s living
room, and was trimmed with slate and lined with mirrors that reflected her
image at least twelve times. A window was open, admitting a soft sea breeze.
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