Severe Clear (Stone Barrington 24)

“She’s just a little too perfect,” Holly said, feeling for him. “Never a hair out of place.”

“An admirable quality,” Stone observed, growing in her hand.

“And one that I should cultivate?” Holly asked, archly.

“Nah, I like a hair out of place now and then.”

Holly rolled him onto his back and mounted him. “Aaaaah,” she breathed, “that’s where you belong.”

“No argument here,” he replied, thrusting. “Have you noticed that each of us still has a glass of bourbon in hand?”

“Then this is a first,” she said, taking a gulp.

Stone raised his head and managed to get a swallow down without spilling it. “An historic moment,” he said. Stone held his chilly glass against a breast.

“Yipe!”

“Sorry.” He raised his head again and warmed the nipple in his mouth.

“That’s better.” She reached behind her and took his testicles in her glass-chilled hand.

“Wow!” Stone said, and he felt a climax rising. “If you’re going to come with me, you’d better do it now.”

“I’m with you,” she said, then they both experienced the ecstatic paroxysms of orgasm. Finally, she leaned down and kissed him again. “And we didn’t spill a drop,” she said, polishing off the drink.

Stone finished his and they rolled sideways without separating. “This is good,” he said.

“It doesn’t get any better,” she replied. “Gone are long hours of discussing cross-border intelligence exchanges.” She contracted her abdominal muscles, squeezing him.

“Oh! Do that forty or fifty more times.”

“I’m afraid I’m spent,” she replied.

“I’m well spent,” he said. “Normally sex renders me unconscious, but I have the sneaking suspicion that more is going to be expected of me.”

“More, more, more,” she said.

“Don’t I get some recovery time?”

“As I recall, you’ve never needed much.” She squeezed him again.

“I think I’m getting the message,” he said.

“Then, like the song says, ‘Do it again.’”

An

d he did.

43

Scarcely a hundred yards away, another couple was locked in an unconscious duplication of Stone’s and Holly’s actions.

Kelli Keane and Hamish McCallister lay, panting, in his bed. After her departure from Harry, at Hamish’s whispered invitation, Kelli had returned. It had taken them less than half an hour to complete the seduction ritual before leaping into bed, and now they were entirely satisfied with each other.

“So,” Kelli said, by way of conversation, “who are you reporting for?”

“A London paper and a travel magazine, neither of which you have ever heard.”