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He puts me down fast, turning my body and guiding me forward so I’m on my hands and knees, my ass in the air facing him.

“Mark,” I gasp, as he pushes my thighs apart. I’m so ready for him.

With one solid thrust he’s inside me. We both groan, and my elbows buckle. My chest drops to the mattress, and I moan loudly as he works me, finishing what I’ve started with aggressive, demanding thrusts. He holds my hips, pulling me up to meet him, and all I can do is enjoy the ride.

I’m so wet, so hot, when he slides his hand around to find my clit, it only takes a few expert touches to have me breaking, shuddering around him.

“Fuck yes,” he hisses, holding steady, and I feel him pulsing, filling me as I clench and spasm around him.

He continues stroking my clit through his orgasm until I grasp his hand, unable to bear the almost-painful bursts of pleasure.

“Oh, God,” I whimper, and he guides us farther onto the bed, moving the towel so it’s under us as he holds my back against his chest.

One hand is tight around my waist and the other is on my breasts, stroking and caressing one then the other as his lips seal kisses against the top of my shoulder, my neck, the side of my hair.

“Mmm,” I sigh, holding his hands, closing my eyes as the residual shimmers of bliss wash over us

. “I need to catch you in the shower more often.”

A soft tapping at the door interrupts us, and Mark’s hand stills on my body. “I ordered room service.”

8

She wasn't looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword.

Mark

Lara sits on the bed across from me wrapped in a white robe. Jillian is on her lap, and an empty pizza box is between us. I might be in heaven.

Roland came and traded Jilly for one of the beers and half the pizza. I finished off the rest, and now I’m sitting in my boxer briefs, holding my empty pint glass, watching as Lara traces her nose along the top of our daughter’s head.

She blinks up at me and smiles. “Good?”

“Not bad for hotel pizza.”

“Is it as good as the Everything sandwich from your top secret, probably illegal poboy kitchen?”

“Nothing is as good as the Everything sandwich.”

She wrinkles her nose and winks. “I can think of something better.”

Definitely in heaven.

“I wish we were going to Preservation Hall instead of Montage tonight.” Her voice is almost sad.

“Me too.” I slide my hand around her ankle. “You never told me how the meeting went?”

With a sigh, she looks down at her twisting fingers. “Candi said she’d never been abused or seen any signs of pedophilia, but Molly’s not convinced.”

“So were does that leave us?”

She lifts our daughter and turns her so that Jilly’s head is at her shoulder. “I still want to see him tonight,” she says, gently bouncing the baby. “I’d like to get it over with and go home.”

My eyebrows lift slightly at her choice of words. “And Molly?”

“She’s going to do what she has to do. I can’t be in this anymore.” Her voice is soft, but I can hear her frustration.

Or maybe it’s exhaustion? I wonder if she’ll be able to follow through on letting Molly go. I know how long she’s been tied to that girl. Still, if she’s made it to this point, I’m not going to let the opportunity pass.



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