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could hear the slapping sounds had changed because of it.
    “I wish… I could… make you… pass out… again,” Brandon said brokenly, his breath labored. “You… got… the best… pussy… ever.” Then he groaned, feeling her orgasm yet again. “Fuck… that… feels good.”
    She knew it was going to happen just before she collapsed. There was no strength left in her legs to hold herself up. “I can’t,” she mumbled, sprawled out on her belly again.
    Brandon pulled out and flipped her over. “Don’t worry. I got it.” He lay down on her and put his hands under her shoulders. “I want you to still feel me inside you next week,” he whispered.
    She ran her fingers through his sweat soaked hair. “When I close my eyes, I can always feel you, baby.”
    “Good.” He pushed back into her. “I can feel you too. Life kinda sucks without you. So when I think about mornings like this, it helps me through the day.” His lips met hers. They kissed slowly while he thrust gently, allowing her to catch her breath.
    Within minutes, Brandon was back to pounding her pussy with wild abandon. He knew he wouldn’t have sex for a while and needed to take advantage of their time together. It didn’t take long for him to feel like he was going to burst.
    When sweat started dripping down on her, Mackenzie looked up. Brandon’s eyes had closed, and he was gritting his teeth. That meant he was trying not to cum. She ran her hands up his sides and got a loud moan in return. It drove him nuts, and she knew it.
    Then Brandon grunted. “Shit!” He held her close and ground his pelvis against hers. “Oh damn!” He sighed as his load spurted out. “Tink… uh.”
    “Wow do we need a shower,” Mackenzie uttered when Brandon rolled off her almost ten minutes later.
    He sighed. “It was worth soaking the bed.” He put a hand in his hair. “Ugh, yeah, I’m sweaty as hell.” He picked up her hand and kissed it. “Come wash my back.”
    When they were showered and ready, they hurried to the airport. Brandon was worried about hitting traffic and missing his flight. It had happened to him a few times before.
    “Isn’t there anything you can do?” Mackenzie angrily asked the clerk at the check-in desk.
    The woman frowned. “I’m sorry, Miss Winters. All the airports in south Florida are closed. The storm took out electricity everywhere. They say it will be at least four days before the roads are cleared.”
    Brandon put his arms around her. “Calm down. I’ll figure something out.”
    “But you’re leaving.” Tears started to well up. Her phone had died, so she didn’t get the message they outright cancelled her flight. On top of that, she left her phone cable in Dallas. “I don’t know anyone here anymore.” She couldn’t handle being utterly alone for almost a week. It took her time to find a new place to pick up men, so she could forget her loneliness.
    He wanted to offer her his place, but knew her too well. “I’ll think of something. Here.” He handed her his phone. “Call work, and let them know. I got my charger, so we’ll get your phone working again.” He was glad they had the same phone.
    Mackenzie took a deep breath and called her office but got no answer. She tried several different numbers of co-workers that should have been in that early, still nothing.
    Then she called Winston, her boss, at home. “Mackenzie, are you OK? No one could get you last night.”
    “My phone died. I’m stuck in Baltimore. They said the airport’s closed.”
    “Everything is closed. Several buildings had every window blown out. It’s going to take about two weeks to fix the courthouse alone, they say. Our building was flooded, too. They may have to demolish it. We’ve been looking for a place to rent in the meantime.”
    She looked to Brandon with tears in her eyes. “I can rent a car and drive down.”
    “It’s too dangerous.” Winston sighed. “The roads are a mess, and the interstate is closed except