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Story: The Inquisitor

“Same goes for you.” I smirk, admiring his taut body and the massive arousal that looks like a sexual weapon, wanting to take me over.

Like wild animals, we both attack each other with kisses and moans. He lifts me up, and my legs wrap around his hips.My tongue ensues a playful battle with his until my back presses into the cool sheets. Desire darkens his eyes as he claims a nipple while his other hand palms my wet center.

“Fuck, Kiera.”

I love the sinfulness in the way he says my name.

His mouth leaves my breasts, and he kisses his way down to my sex. When he licks me, my vision goes white. His mouth is amazing. His tongue is spectacular. His fingers are . . . magical. Skillful. The pressure in my core erupts, and an orgasm tears through me,blinding me. For the first time in my life, I see stars. They sparkle in my vision.

Holy shit.

“Do you want more, baby?”

“More,” I beg.

My brain disappears somewhere. My inner muscles are still contracting. My body is still reeling.

“I’ve got plans for you all night.”

He fucks me sideways, from behind, and in other positions that make me thankful for my yoga teacher. I don’t know how my body can bend that way.

I’m not sure when we both fell asleep, but my phone rings, and I pick it up.

“Hello?” I say, still half-asleep.

“Is this Kiera Ford?”

The serious tone jerks me awake. “Yes, what is it?”

“Your mother’s in the hospital.”

A knock on the door yanked me away from the memory. With furrowed eyebrows, I got up from the couch, looked through the curtains at the window, and saw Forrest looking back at me, smiling.

Shit.I’d been daydreaming and lost track of time.

I opened the door. “Hi. Come in. Sorry. I just need to gather my stuff and we can head out.”

He stepped into the cabin, looking delicious as always. His height made the cabin appear small.“Did I interrupt something?”

CHAPTERNINE

FORREST

Shutting the door, she looked disturbed by my presence. Had she been napping?

My heart thumped erratically as I stood close to her. This wasn’t normal. A doctor like me knew this reaction was a side effect of something that required more than medication.

We stood in her quaint living room staring at each other as though we were gauging how to act or react so that we didn’t mess up whatever this was between us.

Was there anything between us? Not really.

It had been one night. I’d had a few of those in my youth. Those experiences had just been an infinitesimal moment in my life that had come and gone, like a passing seasonal allergy.

But my time with Kiera wasn’t a damn cold that could be treated easily. She’d become a virus, infecting my mind and body.

I’d have given up an organ to know the thoughts playing out in her mind. Was she thinking about our time together like I was? Her stunning face was flushed as caramel eyes studied me. I remembered how those powerful eyes had darkened to a sinful brown during ecstasy. Her pink lips made my dick yearn for something it shouldn’t.

She wore khaki shorts and a light green T-shirt, clothes that shouldn’t turn me on, but I was having trouble shutting down that part of my brain. I should’ve known agreeing to this photo shoot was a bad idea.