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But the witch took her time, took him slowly. Her hand tightened around the width of him at the base of his cock, and she slid her lips down him until her mouth met her fingers. And then she stopped moving, lavished him with her tongue. And then she began a tantalizing rhythm, a slow slide backward, a slow slide forward, until his hips were thrusting against her. Pleasure ripping through him, release building inside him. Building. Building. Explosive. A tight sensation traveled down his spine and settled at the base of his cock. On edge, close to release, he struggled with self-restraint. “Katie,” he gasped, “stop. Before I can’t stop.”

She suckled him deeper, pumped him with her hand. He cried out, tried to stop her, tried, but felt the wildness in him. The need. Warm water sprayed around his back, white-hot desire through his limbs. She sucked him deeper, used her lips, her tongue, her hand. Luke was beyond thinking, beyond control. Katie had all of him. His release thundered from inside him, an explosion so fierce it shook him, so complete he lost all sense of self. There was only the pleasure. And the gentle swirls of her tongue as she drew him to completion.

When finally she slid up his body and pressed those soft curves to him, Luke decided there was no pregame tradition better than one that included Katie naked in his arms. Nor any better way to spend the day than making love to her. And that was exactly what he intended to do.

***

KATIE SAT in the stands with Josh, Noah and Heather surrounding her as the first game of the season neared the end, most certainly a victory for the Hawks after Luke pitched five no-run innings.

“I can’t believe I thought baseball was boring,” Katie said, talking to Heather, who sat to her right. “Watching Luke square off with those batters had my heart beating a mile a minute.”

“There certainly wasn’t a more perfect game for your brothers to attend,” Heather said, smiling as she glanced to Katie’s left where Noah and Josh sat. “I’d say the coaching and pitching have been exceptional.”

Katie smiled, having decided Heather was very much in love with her husband. “Indeed,” Katie agreed. “And they’re here the rest of the week, so they’ll get to see him pitch once more in the rotation.”

“Oh, how wonderful,” Heather said. “And you’re even learning the game now. I’m impressed. We’ll turn you into an expert before you know it.” She winked. “We’ll have them thinking you’re a regular groupie in no time.”

Katie choked on that one. “Oh, please, no.”

Heather laughed. She explained how she hated the groupie scene; her husband liked them even less, as he felt the women were a negative distraction to his team.

Josh patted his stomach and leaned toward Katie. “Nachos didn’t do the job. Going to grab a candy bar before the concession stand closes.” Code for going to get a broader view of the stadium as the game draws to conclusion. Bringing them along had been a precaution after the letter. They were all frustrated that they’d made no progress so far besides securing the house and analyzing certain people of interest.

A few minutes later, Katie stood outside the locker room with Noah by her side, Josh still MIA. “Someone is driving to different post office locations and mailing these letters,” Katie said, her voice low. “We need to catch them in the act. Prove they were at the exact post office as one of the letters received. It has to be Jessica, Libby or Malone. We need them under surveillance.”

“We can GPS their cars,” Josh suggested. “It’s the simplest solution. I’d also suggest we hang back here when you head to Texas. We’ll stay at a hotel and covertly monitor Luke’s house and our suspect list. Whoever is behind this might make careless mistakes when they think no one is around to watch.”

“Agreed,” Katie said, her cell ringing from inside her purse. She’d have to talk to Ron, but he’d agree, she was certain.

Katie reached for her bag and dug out her cell. “And call that FBI pal of yours and find out what is taking so long on that analysis.” She quickly eyed the phone’s screen, noting the “unknown” caller ID, and then eyed Noah.

“Another call?” he asked.

Almost daily, she’d been receiving the heavy breathing calls, a poisonous reminder that all was not well at home, either, despite Donna’s assurances that she had things under control and was watching over Katie’s sister and the office.

Katie nodded confirmation, her stomach knotted. “Could the timing stink any worse?”

Noah held out his hand. “Give me the phone,” he demanded.

“No,” she refused. “I don’t want to risk making this worse by refusing their calls. You know that’s why I haven’t changed my number.”