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Holy Mary Mother of Orgasms!

Kerrigan’s knees quivered, and her pounding heart raced as her climax continued zinging its way throughout her system. The day had gone from great, to shit, to freaking fantastic, she half-expected the symptoms of whiplash to start settling in.

And by the look on Cade’s face as he rose back up to his feet, the talented man was just getting started.

“That was incredible,” she told him as the water continued raining down on their naked forms. And that wasn’t just lip service, either.

Kerrigan had never come so hard or for as long in her life. If she had, she’d most definitely remember.

“I want to take you right here,” Cade rumbled through the steam. “But I’m thinking we’re going to need more room for what I have planned.”

Oh, my.

The man had brought her more pleasure than every vibrator she’d ever owned…combined. If he needed additional space to continue doing more things like that , who was she to argue?

She reached behind him to turn the shower knob. The waterfalls around them immediately ended, though several residual drips continued to fall.

“My bed should be big enough,” she commented, opening the glass door and stepping onto the plush mat. Reaching for the towel she’d left hanging on a hook to her right, Kerrigan wrapped the terrycloth around her body before carefully padding to the cabinet a few feet away.

“This one’s extra-large.” She pulled out the oversized towel. When she turned back around, she found Cade staring back at her.

“Extra-large, huh?” His lips curled as his brows began to waggle.

Kerrigan’s shoulders shook with a burst of laughter as she closed the distance between them. “I was referring to your overall stature.” She brought a section of the towel to his chest and began drying the droplets collected on his smooth skin. “But yes.” She slowly began moving the towel lower. “As a licensed medical professional, I can say with confidence that you are fairly…blessed.”

Cade hissed a breath when she used the soft material to dry the delicate skin below his impressive erection. Feeling emboldened by the pleasure he’d just given to her, Kerrigan was determined to return the favor.

Finished with her teasing, she moved the towel back up, along the curves of his well-earned muscles. Kerrigan was purposeful in her movements, more than ready to move things along.

Dropping the towel, she let it fall blindly to the bathroom floor as she lowered herself to her knees.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to?—”

She wrapped her hand around his thick rod as best she could and looked up from between his powerful thighs. “I know I don’t have to.” She shrugged. “But I want to.”

Fire burned behind his sexy stare. Taking that as permission to proceed, Kerrigan leaned in and pressed her lips to his tip.

Cade sucked in a breath, the move causing his lower abdominal muscles to contract. The taste of salt exploded on her tongue.

He was thick and full beneath her touch, like hot velvet mixed with steel. She opened her mouth wider to accommodate his impressive size. And when she took him as deep into her throat as was physically possible, the man’s guttural moan as all the encouragement she needed.

Cade’s eyes rolled shut, his head falling slightly backward as his hand fumbled to the back of her dampened hair. It didn’t take long for her to find her rhythm, moving her head up and down in slow and steady bobs.

She loved the way it felt. Loved everything about the salacious scene.

Her on her knees. Him lost in her touch. The way he filled her mouth, and how he felt beneath her touch.

Time vanished in her quest to bring him to the same euphoric precipice as the one from which she’d just fallen. Her tongue swirling and laving as she took him between her lips.

“Jesus, Kerr,” he shortened her name on a gravelly whisper. “Ah, Christ, baby. That feels…so…good.”

She smiled around him, suddenly loving the sound of the first part of her name. It wasn’t like when Brayden said it. She didn’t cringe or inwardly recoil.

Instead, Kerrigan found herself embracing the nickname. Just as she did when Cade called her “Doc”.

She picked up the pace, adding a little twist of her wrist. The muscles beneath her free hand trembled, and if she could just keep going just like this?—

“No.” The deep growl sounded as he stepped back, forcefully pulling himself free.

“What are you?—”

“Not like that.” He shook his handsome head. “I want in you.”

Oh. Well, if that’s what he wanted…

Kerrigan took his offered hand and rose to her feet. The knot at the top of her towel came loose sending the white terrycloth straight to the floor.

“Better.” The word was a low, masculine growl.

He bent at his waist and scooped her into his arms. On reflex, she threw hers around his neck, though deep inside, she knew he’d never let her fall.

“You don’t have to carry me, you know.”

“I know.” Cade leaned in and put his mouth to hers.

When the kiss was over, she rested her head against the warmth of his chest. And in the blink of an eye, he was laying her in the center of her bed.

“Be right back,” he muttered low, disappearing back into the bathroom. He returned in a flash, and in his hand was a small foil square.

Condom.

Kerrigan watched as he tore open the package and rolled the protection down over his length. The tip of her tongue ran across the seam of her lips with the memory of his masculine taste.

Her mattress dipped beneath his weight as he knelt onto the bed. But before he could move to settle on top, she sat up and pushed against his shoulders.

Cade could have easily prevented her from moving him at all, but instead, he followed her lead. Twisting his body, he let her guide him down onto his back. And when she straddled his waist, he smiled.

“Think I like where this is going.”

Oh, how I love that voice.

She leaned down, teasing his lips with her own before sliding her tongue inside. They worked together, taking this kiss longer. Each savoring what the other was so willing to give.

From there, they worked themselves into a near frenzy. And when Cade’s hips thrust against hers, she knew it was time.

She reached a hand between their bodies. Lined the swollen tip of his protected cock to her wet, greedy core.

Kerrigan lowered her sex onto him slowly, giving her body time to accept him inside, and all she could think was…

Home.

The word rolled through her mind as Cade’s masculine moan echoed lightly off her bedroom walls. As crazy as it was, as little sense as any of this made, being with him—like this—made her feel as if she finally belonged.

Her heart was in danger of no longer being her own. Because this man…this incredible, protective, sweet, caring man…was stealing pieces of it a breath at a time.

Kerrigan pulled her mouth from his, bringing her upper body into a seated position. She rested her hands on the flexing muscles of his lower belly.

He opened his eyes, their gazes locking together. And then she started to ride.

Their lower bodies moved in slow, rolling waves, working together as they searched for ecstasy. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back between her shoulders, and for an insurmountable amount of time, Kerrigan let herself become lost.

In him. In them. And how wonderfully right this felt.

Cade brought his fingers to her clit, which was already swollen and begging for more of his touch. Like before, the man did not disappoint, and when he began rolling his fingertips in small, tight circles, it didn’t take long for the pressure to build.

Their moans swirled together as their thrusts grew in intensity. He worked her with his hand while she ground herself against him. Soon, he was begging her to come.

“Come on, baby. Need you to let go.”

It was a command she was more than happy to obey.

Within seconds, she was there, screaming his name as her orgasm struck. Her eyes squeezed shut, her vision filling with an array of colors and bright, flashing lights.

Cade’s movements became jerky, his thrusts uneven. She moved her hips a few more times, and then…he came.

He stiffened beneath her as he gave himself over to what they had created. Kerrigan continued to move, helping to draw out every ounce of his release that she could.

When they were both fully sated, their bodies nearly depleted of all energy, she held the condom in place and slid herself free.

Kerrigan fell onto her back, landing on the mattress beside him. Their heady breaths filled the otherwise silent room.

“Holy shit.” He panted loudly. “That was…”

He didn’t finish the thought, and she suspected it was because he couldn’t. Like her, formulating a full sentence at the moment was a difficult task, at best.

Minutes later, or it could have been hours, Cade got up and went into the bathroom presumably to dispose of the condom and clean himself up. Kerrigan considered a second shower, but that would require getting vertical, which was something she wasn’t quite ready to face.

She did, however, muster the strength to crawl under the comfort of her covers. And when Cade returned, she patted the mattress beside her. An invitation to stay, should he so desire.

“That your way of saying you want to have breakfast in the morning?” He grinned.

His voice was rough, and his hair was a bit mussed. Kerrigan smiled, unable to think of a time when he’d looked so handsome.

“I have cereal and toast.” She thought he should know. “If you want more than that, you might want to head home.”

He chuckled, the sound and his boyish smile reaching deep into her heart. Cade came back to the bed, lifted the covers, and cuddled up next to her.

She felt a soft, sweet kiss at her temple. The gesture somehow felt as intimate as what they’d just shared.

Kerrigan turned to give him a proper kiss goodnight before settling herself into his arms. “Just so you know, I don’t normally do this,” she told him.

“This?”

“Sleep with a man on the first date. That’s not…me. Not before tonight, anyway.”

“Don’t worry.” He pressed his lips to the top of her head. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

She smiled against his chest. “Thank you for staying,” she whispered softly. “I was really hoping you would.”

“I’ll always be here for you, sweetheart.” Another kiss to her head. “Any time, for any reason. All you have to do is ask.”

Kerrigan fell asleep in the comfort of his arms, and for the first time in a long while, she was looking forward to the morning.

He watched the last of the lights grow dark from the shadows. Knew precisely what was happening behind those fancy stone walls.

Sex.

Raw. Carnal. The most basic of human needs. Sex was right up there with the need for air or sustenance for sustainable energy.

Everyone needed it. Wanted it. Craved it to the point some paid hundreds or even thousands of dollars just so they could have sex. And Dr. Kerrigan Rawlins was no different.

This very moment, the impressive woman was going at it with that guy. He’d watched them on the front stoop minutes before. He saw the way they’d stared so longingly into each other’s eyes.

When the man followed her into the monstrosity of a house, it was obvious what the two of them had planned. He’d seen it with his own eyes. The look she’d given the man just before he used his foot to shut the front door.

He couldn’t blame the sexy blonde for wanting to end the night on a high note. Not after that unexpected discovery in the park.

It still infuriated him to know he hadn’t been able to finish. That Dr. Rawlins and her date had picked that spot to enjoy a picnic under the clouds.

I was so close. So fucking close!

The tip of his knife had been cutting through Julie Mays’ skin, creating a lasting mark that would never be forgotten. It was his most favorite part of the exhilarating process.

He saw them. Studied them. Took them. And then he’d cut them, little by little, to remind them who was really in charge.

When he’d had enough, his knife would make the deadly blow. After that, he’d carefully make his mark. His signature to let everyone know.

I’m in charge. Me. Not them. Not fucking ever.

The ritual had become his sanctity. A safe haven where it was just him and the women he’d chosen.

Over and over again. In Memphis. Then Atlanta. And when it was time to move on…Chicago.

He loved it here. Loved the city. The people. His job. He wasn’t ready to move on, but after today, he may not have a choice. Not when his latest kill wasn’t a kill at all. Not when Julie Mays was still alive.

I can’t believe I missed it. I can’t believe I thought she was dead.

Checking her pulse had been the last thing he’d done before putting her in the trunk of his car. There hadn’t been a pulse. The woman didn’t have a goddamn pulse! And yet…

She’s still fucking alive.

He’d thought it was a mistake at first. Thought someone was pulling his leg. The Mays woman hadn’t so much as flinched when he’d begun carving the Omega Symbol into her skin.

But then he’d seen the story on the news. Learned Dr. Rawlins had saved her fucking life. It couldn’t have been some random good Samaritan who didn’t know what they were doing. Oh, no, it had to be her.

What are the fucking odds?

Normally this would be when he’d choose another city. Leave the one he was in before any connections could be made. But there were a few loose ends he needed to take care of before he could go.

One was the woman currently fucking her boyfriend in the upstairs bedroom directly across from where he stood. He’d give her tonight, though. After all, she didn’t have many of those left.

He’d come back for the sultry doctor very soon. That plan was already coming together in his mind. But first, he needed to make sure Julie Mays never regained consciousness.

If she did, the bitch would ruin everything. And he’d worked too damn hard to let that happen.

See you soon, sweet Kerrigan. Very, very soon.

He blew Kerrigan’s darkened bedroom window a kiss before slipping back into the shadows. He followed the same path he’d first taken to get here. One he’d made sure would keep him out of the view of her neighbor’s security cameras. And the roads he used to carry him home had been chosen for their lack of CCTV.

Five minutes into the drive he pulled the burner phone from the hidden compartment in his console. Dialing the only number he ever used it to call, he put the small device to his ear and waited.

It rang once. Twice. And then?—

“I told you never to call me while I’m working.”

He smiled at the frustration in the other man’s voice.

“And I told you, I don’t give a damn. You work for me, remember?”

“I’m busy.” The man’s voice was hushed. “I can’t let people see me talking on this phone. They might ask questions.”

“Not my problem.” It really wasn’t. “But I do have one, and I’m pretty sure you know what it is.”

The phone’s speaker went silent before the other man spoke again.

“Yeah. I do. And I know what you’re about to ask, but I can’t?—”

“Actually, I have two tasks for you. But don’t worry. You don’t have to kill anyone.”

The sigh of relief that filled his ear nearly made him giggle out loud.

“What the hell do you want me to do now?”

“I need access to her.”

“That’s impossible. They posted a cop outside her door.”

Ah, yes. The protective guard. Courtesy of the CPD to protect the only known survivor of the serial killer known as the Omega Killer.

He smiled to himself, loving the nomenclature that had gone viral within its first public use. The Omega Killer. He really liked the sound of that.

Liked it one hell of a lot.

“No shit, there’s a cop outside her door. Why do you think I need your help getting inside?”

“Can’t you do it? It’s not like they’d suspect you of anything if you tried going in there.”

“I can’t be recognized, you idiot. That’s why I need you.”

“I won’t be party to?—”

“You’ll do what I say, when I say it, and how. That’s how this works, remember? You scratch my back, I pad your wallet. And if I go down…”

He didn’t finish the warning because the other man already knew. If this jackass didn’t do exactly what was needed for this plan to go off without a hitch, he’d go down long before the cops ever discovered the truth.

“Fine.” The man on the phone blew out a long, harsh breath. “What do you need me to do?”