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smiled. “Finally I’m going to have me some sexy pictures?”

She nodded. Part of the reason she’d decided to come down to the airport in person was to get a feel for him, to make certain he could be trusted with them. “Hand delivered.” To avoid the risk of mailing them or sending them via the Internet. A politician’s daughter couldn’t take any chances that revealing pictures would wind up in the wrong hands.

“But you have to promise not to open them until your birthday.” He’d been bummed out about having to spend another one in a war zone. “And not to show them to anyone.”

“I promise.” He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “I’ll guard them with my life.”

Good. That settled, Brooke made use of the huge side slit in her dress to straddle Shane’s lap as she pushed up to sit on his thighs. “And there’s one more thing I’d like to give you before I have to leave.” She looked straight into his eyes and caressed his erection through his pants. “Since today’s a special circumstance.”

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful,” he said, lifting his hips into her touch, “but my guy’s been seeing a lot of hand action lately. We were kind of hoping for something more.”

Her eyes locked on his, Brooke undid the clasp at his waist and lowered the zipper. “My terms,” she said, lowering the waistband of his cotton briefs, exposing his large erection. She ran her palm up the smooth, soft skin, over the rounded head, wrapping her fingers around him firmly on the way back down.

He closed his eyes and let out a deep, gratifying moan. “Your terms.”

She moved her hand up and down again, following the same path as before. Again and again. “You’d tell me if there was any reason I shouldn’t put my mouth on you, right?”

He thrust up into her hand. “Jesus, just thinking about that has me almost there. So I think it needs to be said, the first time after a long leave usually goes pretty quick and is in no way typical of my usual staying power.”

Brooke smiled. “Good to know.” She continued to stroke him as she moved lower on his legs.

“And no diseases. I’m clean. So whenever you want to—”

She leaned down, swirled her tongue around his tip, and took him into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.

“Holy shit.”

Brooke fought not to smile as she did the same thing again, thankful for all of the blow-job wisdom her friend Neve had shared over the years.

Shane threaded his fingers into her hair and grabbed her head, guiding her without forcing her. “That’s right, baby. Just like that.”

She jerked up. “It’s Brooke.” Not baby or honey. Tonight especially, she wanted there to be no doubt about exactly who it was giving him pleasure.

“I’ve dreamed about you doing this to me, Brooke.” He applied a gentle, coaxing downward pressure and she took him back into her mouth. “Ah, God. Brooke.” He held her head in place and thrust into her.

She sucked him deep, moving her hand in tandem with her mouth so he wouldn’t push in too far, loving his scent and the feel of him. Over and over he slid along her lips, tongue, and the inner walls of her mouth, his essence growing stronger, his hips moving faster.

“So good, Brooke. So un-fucking-believably good.” He let out a deep moan that finished off in a long exhale. “Shit. Not yet.” He tried to pull her off. She didn’t let him. “I’m gonna come.”

Good. She slammed down and took him as deep as she could, didn’t want him to come in a hand, like he had over the past months. She wanted him to finish in her mouth, to remember how good it felt to be in there, to want to be in there again.

With a loud, “Fuck,” his body went rigid as he strained out his release. Brooke took all he had to give, not stopping until his body went limp on the bed.

“C’mere,” he said, sounding groggy, his breathing ragged, as he reached for her.

“Give me a second.” She ran to the bathroom to wash up. Back at the bed she found his pants on the floor and him between the sheets, holding them up for her in invitation.

“Only for a few minutes.” A few wonderful minutes. She slid in beside him, on her side, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you.” He kissed her forehead. “I owe you one. Give me a minute and I’ll—”

“No,” Brooke said, covering his mouth with her index finger. “Tonight was for you.”

“But I want—”

Brooke went up on an elbow and kissed his lips. “Next time.” She prayed he would return home safely once again and there would be a next time for them.

He hugged her close. “I hate that I’m so exhausted.” He yawned. “I don’t want to fall asleep, but I feel so good, so relaxed.”

She snuggled in close, thrilled she’d been able to do that for him.

“Stay with me.”

“I can’t.” But she could stay until he drifted off. “I have a baby-shower brunch I can’t miss in the morning. I have to be there early to set up. As it is, I won’t be getting back to my place until after midnight.”

He yawned again. “Call me when you get home,” he said, sounding half asleep already.

“I will.” Though she wouldn’t; she didn’t want to wake him.

His head drifted off to the side, then he perked up. “Don’t forget to leave my pictures.”

She smiled. “I won’t.” She lay quietly in his arms, listening to the news, enjoying his warmth and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, waiting until he’d fallen asleep before trying to leave the bed.

“Brooke?” he asked quietly just as her feet touched the floor.

She turned to look at him. “Yes?”

His eyes sleepy, his voice deep, he said, “I’ll be home again in three months, give or take a couple of weeks. Maybe we could revisit the boyfriend/
girlfriend thing then? See if we can find a way to work something out?”