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He scooted down her body, pushing her legs open as he went. She shifted, bringing one leg over his shoulders and running her fingers over his scalp. He parted her folds, baring her pussy. She groaned and her legs constricted around him. He set his lips to her clit and sucked. She squirmed and arched her hips.

God, he wanted to be in her again.

He thrust his fingers into her channel, almost groaning when he felt how wet she really was.

“Mathieu.” She bucked her hips, her moans so sweet.

Fuck it. He crawled back up the bed and rolled her with him, until she was on top.

Lisette sat up, her gaze unfocused and her lips parted. His cock began to harden, stirring once more. Her gaze dropped to his dick, brows rising.

“Already?”

“Prolonged abstinence. Need to clean the pipes.”

She tossed her head back and laughed. He loved that sound. She wrapped her hands around his cock and stroked, hitting all the right spots. The sensitive area under the cap, along the underside, she knew how to stroke a cock.

“I think I can help with that,” Lisette said in a low, seductive voice.

She held his erection in one hand and rose up on her knees, placing him at her entrance. Their gazes locked as she sank onto him. Her eyes widened, her mouth forming a little “o” as her body adjusted around him. It was beautiful.

He slid his hands up her thighs to her hips and steadied her as she worked him in and out, sinking farther each time until he was fully seated inside of her. For a moment, neither moved. Her inner muscles eased around his girth.

She flashed him a smile and splayed her hands on his chest. He pressed his down on top of hers, wanting to feel this connection straight to his soul. She rose, groaning, until just the tip remained inside of her, then lowered. Her breasts bounced with the motion, drawing his attention. Damn, she had beautiful tits.

He cupped her breasts while she rose and fell once more.

“Mm, do that,” she said.

“This?” He squeezed her breasts as she thrust back onto his cock.

“Yeah, that.”

She set a slow pace, up and down, as if she were savoring this. Not that he blamed her; so far he’d pretty much dominated their sex life. He gently squeezed her nipples, abrading the distended peaks. Her groans increased in volume. Now that he knew just how loud she got, he wanted her to be that loud every time.

It was hot watching her fuck him, but damn it all, he wanted to flip her over and pound into her pussy. Except the sheer glow of bliss radiating from her, the way her cheeks were stained pink and she bit her lower lip while smiling; he wouldn’t take that from her.

He thrust up, meeting her downward movement. Her eyes fluttered wide and her jaw dropped.

“Oh,” she gasped. She cupped the hand over her breast. “Harder. Again.”

He twisted and squeezed her nipples while working his hips in tandem to hers, in and out they thrust, meeting in a hard slap of flesh. Each penetration stroked him from root to tip, feeling so damn good he didn’t know how he’d ever lived without this.

The harder he squeezed her, the wilder she seemed to become, until her nails scored his chest and they were fucking like mad.

Lisette threw her head back, spine arching and squealed as her body went taut. He could feel the contractions of her pussy, the vibrating strength of her channel.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He flipped them so she was on bottom and pistoned in and out of her. She dug her nails into his shoulders, gasping for breath and utterly lost to the orgasm sweeping over her.

This, the driving her crazy, he loved. He loved everything about her, the wild abandon, the warmth, her take-no-shit attitude and the way she made him feel like a man again. Staring into her dilated eyes, he came, pleasure rippling through his body as he stared into the inevitable.

He couldn’t live without Lisette.

Lisette carried a squirming Porkchop
into the bedroom and deposited him at the foot of the bed with Gator. She doubted he would stay there long, but she was too tired to deal with his antics. She crawled into bed and snuggled up close to Mathieu.

She was ignoring the fact that he’d just been on the phone again with the patrol officers doing laps around the area. Seth was a dark shadow on her life, and now he’d marked others. Because of her.

Porkchop gnawed on Gator’s paw, trying to get the bigger dog to play, but it seemed as if the puppy was the only one who didn’t get the nap time notice.

Deep down she knew this mess with Seth wasn’t her fault. She could recite book, chapter and page where sources would explain her psychological reaction, but it didn’t change things. Seth was still here because of her.

“What are you going to do after they catch him?” Mathieu asked.

She glanced up at him, eyes wide.

“You get really still when you think about him. Just figured I’d remind you that they are going to catch him. He can’t get this stuff swept under the rug.” Mathieu was so certain. She wanted to believe him.

“I won’t get my hopes up.”

“Okay, so humor me.” He rolled they faced each other, poses mirrored with one hand tucked under their faces. “What’s next for you? You serious about moving back here?”

“Yeah. Find a place to finish my hours, then start working. I might stay in New Orleans. I’d like to be around for Leo. Besides, I miss this place.”

His gaze shuttered, growing dark. Was that not what he’d wanted to hear? Did he expect her to leave?

“Is there somewhere to do your hours here?” he asked.

Porkchop loped between us and pounced on Mathieu’s hand. He in turn rolled the puppy over, content to be his plaything.

“There was when I was first looking at locations, but at the time I didn’t want to be close to mom and dad. I’m thinking I’ll reach out to them, see if they would consider it or if I need to go back to Miami to wrap up, I could do it in a month. Then come back and get on my feet.”

Mathieu seemed to have stopped listening to her, all his focus on the puppy. She watched the dogs play, growling at each other.

This was how things would end. With prolonged silences and awkward non-goodbyes.

“Say you have to go back to Miami for a month, in a worst-case scenario, when you came back, where would you stay?” he asked as he held Porkchop down with one hand on his belly, wiggling him around while the puppy growled and bit at his fingers.

“I don’t know. I’d probably ask Leo if he could put me up for a bit.”

“I’m pretty serious about getting a place. You could stay with me.” He didn’t look at her when he spoke, his gaze still on the puppy.

What part of him was making this offer? The man? The officer? The Dominant? Was it out of some sense of honor or obligation?

“I don’t want to put you out any more. You’ve already done so much for me.” Her heart fractured as she spoke the words and the muscles in her throat constricted. She loved him, and soon it would be time to say goodbye.

Mathieu sighed, as if frustrated and nudged Porkchop away, but the puppy kept coming back. He swept Porkchop up and held him to his chest. His gaze rose and there was a piercing quality to it, as if she was in the crosshairs.

“I seriously suck at this now. I want you to stay with me. I don’t want to let you go yet. I realize that I am not the whole package right now, I’ve got some issues still, but you made me wake up and live again. I didn’t want to fall for you, but I did. I think we still have something here. Or am I the only one who sees that?”

She stared at him, jaw lax and still taking in his words. Was he serious?

“Okay, so you don’t have to say yes. . .”

“I’m in love with you,” she blurted, heat rising on her cheeks. Okay, not the best way to say that, but it wasn’t like she’d ever hesitated to put it all out there.

Mathieu chuckled and his grin grew. “Well that’s more than I was expecting. Sorry dude, you need to go down there.” He sat up and placed Porkchop on top of Gator, where he promptly latched onto the other dog’s ears.

Lisette cupped a hand over her face. Why had she just said that?

“Come here.” Mathieu wrapped his arm around her, one leg hooking over hers. “I don’t think I ever stopped loving you. I think I just forgot I did.”

“Really?” She gaped at him in disbelief.

“What I feel for you is so much deeper than what I ever felt for Amanda. It’s like you’re tied to my bones.”

Lisette swallowed around the growing lump in her throat. Sometimes all the reasons something shouldn’t work were all the best reasons for why it would.

“I need to tell you something first,” she blurted.

Mathieu blinked at her. “Okay,” he said slowly.

She sat up, tucking the blanket under her arms. Porkchop made a straight line for her fluttering hands, growling and trying to pounce on them.

It was time to come totally and completely clean.

“I run a kink blog,” she said.

“Is that it?”

“Yes, but it’s kind of a big deal to some people.”

“What’s it called?”

“Kinky Girl Blogs.”

“No shit?”

She nodded.

He squinted at her. “And you write for the site?”

“No, I’m Kinky Girl. Me. It’s my site.”

“Really?” He squished up his face. “I haven’t read it much, but I thought you’d be a red head. Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“Yes. Odalia figured it out, and now you know, but I don’t tell people it’s me. I just…wanted you to know.”

“Why? Because you’ve written about me?”

She winced. “Maybe…”

“That’s okay, just tell everyone I have a big dick.”

She sputtered and laughed while stroking the puppy’s soft fur.

“I mean, what are you going to say about me on there?”

“Nothing I wouldn’t ask you to okay first, but I do blog about my life and relationships.”

He pursed his lips and stared at the wall. “I want to say something, and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way, but I’m not sure how to say it without sounding like an ass.”

“Just say it.”

Mathieu tilted his head, his gaze coming to rest on her. “I don’t want to put it out there that we’re together just yet. I want to have time for us to settle into this, figure stuff out, before we tell people and get their unwanted input.”

“That doesn’t sound horrible, but it doesn’t leave me feeling anything warm or fuzzy.”

He enveloped her hand in his. “What I don’t want is for people to see you as another Amanda.”

“Oh.” It clicked. He didn’t want the doubters to poison what they had.

She didn’t think they could hide it for long, maybe a week or two from those closest to them, but it was still some time to settle.

The cops were everywhere.

Seth couldn’t take five steps without seeing another patrol car. It was time to get away. There were too many people around Lisette for him to get to her now. He just needed to wait. Be a little more patient.

Except the five o’ clock news had featured a full color picture of his face, except he’d still been a blond then. It was a flimsy disguise and wouldn’t last long.

He struck off down another street, winding his way farther and farther away from his target. It wasn’t a retreat, more like a regroup. He needed to get things in motion to fix the cop business. It was surprising his commanding officer hadn’t nipped the investigation in the bud already. His superiors had never let a situation get to the press before, so this was new.

There was nothing Seth could do about the coverage. He just had to ignore it. Or pretend to. It now felt as if he was constantly in a sniper’s crosshairs. He didn’t like being so exposed. When he hunted, it was just him and his prey. Now, it was him, Lisette, and the whole world.

The bitch would pay.

But first, he needed some space.

He made it back to the rundown motel where he’d rented a room under a false ID. It was the kind of place where the desk clerk never looked you in the face and if you paid in cash, they didn’t care what you called yourself.

He didn’t want to make this call, but if his mission were to be a success, he needed the back-up. As soon as he made the call he’d have to move again, so he packed up his belongings and set them by the door.

Cell phones were such convenient technology, but they might as well be homing beacons, beckoning anyone who would come to them a glimpse into the owner’s life. They contained so much personal information. So many applications that aggregated all the information you needed about a person.

All the more reason why Seth kept a few phones and never turned any of them on.

He pulled out a sleek, white phone from its case and powered it on. He let it boot up, ignored the messages, and dialed the one number he would never forget. His commanding officer’s direct line.

“Bishop, you’d better have a damn good reason for not being here under my nose,” a gravelly voice growled over the phone.

“Sorry, sir. I have a mission—”

“No, what you have had is a psychotic break with reality.”

Seth pursed his lips. They’d discussed this before. “Sir, I can’t come back until the girl is dead.”

“Christ, how many have you killed this time?”

He had to pause to think about it. There were the ones the police had found and a few others. “Eight or nine.”

“Fucking hell.”

“Sir, I need the press and the police called off.”

“No. No, Bishop. If you’d called me out of the gate when this started happening, I’d have helped you, but this is too much. You get your ass here and we will deal with it.”

The old man continued to bitch at him. Seth pursed his lips and hung up. In a few flicks of his wrist he’d opened the case and removed the battery.

That was disappointing.

He slid the pieces back into the case and into a pocket on his backpack.

It was time to move.

Hello Kinksters,

The staff has asked me to do another Q&A post. The outpouring of support has touched my heart and hasn’t gone unheard.

The most received question this week has been a variant on, am I okay?

The answer is yes. I am safe, taken care of, and I believe there will be a swift conclusion to the on-going problems with the guilty party who attacked me.