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Pushing thru her third tiny orgasm in a row, Quiet gasped "I-I-I... fucking hate you,...umph, ahh!"
John laughed and without missing a stroke huffed back "Except that you fucking DON'T!" punctuating his statement with a fierce inward jab. "SAY it."
"NO-ahh; FUCK-alright, ok! I don't"...her dark brown eyes stare deeply into his equally dark orbs and she lifted her face to his, searching out his lips.
It's a long sensuous buss, including tangling tongues and tiny love bites on the other's lips. When the kiss ended Quiet panted ahora TU (now)
YOU).
Doe licked the beads of sweat gathered in the hollow of her neck and lightly nipped at the soft skin before answering (softly, in a tone that made her shiver):
"Me too." He sped up his movements which she reciprocated...long minutes later the tiny bubble that had been building over the past forty minutes grew
bigger and bigger until it reached critical mass and popped at close to the same time that he ejects multiple spurts into her clutching womanhood.
Once her breathing returned to normal Quiet said "I'm goin' with you to New Chicago."
John yawned. "Yeah? That's how it is?"
"That's how it is...you are either WITH ME or you are WITH ME: you decide."
Chapter 2
Summary:
Very late (or very EARLY-230am) Kai Bartley phones ex-lover Amelia Shepherd who just happens
to be in bed with CARINA DELUCA...it doesn't end well
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Amelia Shepherd fumbled for her cell phone in her darkened bedroom, cracking an eyelid to check the time (224am): "Whoozit?"
(The line crackled): "Hey...it's um...Kai."
"What do you want? It's after 230 am here!"
The muffled grumble of her companion from beneath a shelf of sheets and blankets: "*Chi cazzo è quello?*" (who the fuck is that?)
Kai said "From what I can hear you are not alone...sounds like...Dr. DeLuca? Huh; that didn't take long."
"HANG UP, Amelia!" Carina insisted, poking her head free of its prison. "Now, or I leave-*O me ne vad!*"
"Goodbye Kai. Good luck in London." And she hung up. "Please listen to me carefully, Amelia: the next time that this happens *finito*! That means"-
"It's ok; I can guess. I apologize, alright? Let's go to sleep." Settling down to re-capture their previous 'peace'. "I'm sorry, Baby."
Carina sighed and snuggled closer. "S'Okay. *Buona notte.*"
"Good night Love."