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W ell, weren’t they a happy group.

Sophia walked next to Eugene, and in front of Connor and Max, both of whom looked grumpier than a couple of grizzly bears fresh out of hibernation. She understood why Eugene and Max were out of sorts. Jones had taken Eugene aside for a quick conversation about supplies, she said. From the shell-shocked expression on his face, Sophia doubted they talked about how many swabs needed to be ordered. Max had his own set of women troubles. He had an ex who could trample an entire team of Special Forces soldiers and she’d called him on his personal cell phone. Sophia didn’t know what she said, but Max had looked like he wanted to kill someone. Her boss also had a female weapons and self-defense trainer who was very hard to please.

Why Connor was suddenly in a crummy mood, she didn’t know.

He followed her into her office, where she found a tray of blood smears waiting for her to look at, as well as a stack of reports for her to review. She glanced over her shoulder to see him glaring at her.

“You’re harshing my mellow,” she told him. “Why don’t you talk to Eugene? I’m not going anywhere.”

Connor’s eyebrow climbed up his forehead. “Harshing your mellow?” He shook his head. “The new age was two decades ago.”

“Stop glaring at me and I might consider using a more current metaphor.”

He blinked, then rubbed the back of his neck. “Shit.” He muttered something else she didn’t catch, then said loud enough for her to hear, “Sorry, Sophia. Something I ate isn’t agreeing with me. If you have other work to do right now, maybe I’ll go see what Eugene needs.”

“I have to review these slides and reports. It’s going to take me some time.”

He nodded, still looking chastised, and left her office.

She stared after him. She’d liked the way he’d said her name. His voice, low and rough, made it sound exotic.

Stop daydreaming, idiot.

An hour later, she finished reviewing the reports and got up to take them to Eugene, who would make sure they got where they needed to go.

He wasn’t at his desk, but she could hear him talking to someone in Max’s office. Except she was sure Max was at a meeting with the base commander. Then she heard Connor rumble a reply and she relaxed.

She was about to return to her own office when she heard Eugene say quite clearly, “I really need your help. I’ve never been in a situation like this before, and I’ve got no one else I can ask.”

“Okay, okay,” Connor replied. “I’m not seeing the problem, though.”

“Thanks, man. The thing is, I don’t want a quick blow job, but how do you tell a woman no to that? She’s going to think I’m crazy.”

The word blow job froze her in place.

“How many times has she offered?”

“Just the once, but that’s not what I want. I want a real relationship.”

“So tell her that. And then tell her what you want to do to her.” Connor’s voice was matter-of-fact. “In great detail.”

“I don’t know. I mean, I’m not so eloquent when I’m nervous, you know?”

“Gene, most women like it if you talk dirty to them.”

“Um, I just... what should I do to her?”

There was a pause, then Connor sighed and said, “Holy fuck, Gene, have you never fooled around?”

“I’m a geek, Con, and I’ve never been comfortable talking to women I don’t know. If Jones hadn’t made the first move I wouldn’t have gotten to the point where I needed to have this conversation with anyone.”

There was a long pause, then Connor said, “Okay, here’s what you’re going to do. You tell her that it’s your turn for some dessert, and then you’re going to eat her out.”

“Uh...”

“Oral sex, Gene. You’re going to lick and suck on her clit while you finger fuck her. All you have to do is listen to her to know if you’re doing it right. You’re smart, you’ll catch on quick.”

Ohmygod.

“Oookay.” Eugene sounded as gobsmacked as she felt. Who needed to breathe when the image of Connor doing all that to her, his head between her legs, was all she could think about.

“Something tells me she’ll give you very specific feedback for the whole shebang.”

Sophia’s breathing was much too loud, but she couldn’t do a thing about it. Connor’s advice on how to give oral sex sounded good to her. Really good.

Movement from inside Max’s office had her rushing into her own as quietly as she could. She dashed across the room and sat behind her microscope, breathing much too fast for someone who was trying to pretend she hadn’t just overheard the sexiest sex advice ever.

A knock on her doorjamb jerked her gaze up.

Connor stood in the doorway. “Do you mind if I bring my reports in here to read?”

He looked perfectly normal, not like a man who’d just been mentoring a younger man on how to pleasure a woman. She managed a shaky smile. “Not at all, you can use the other desk if you like.”

He frowned. “Is there something wrong? You look a little stunned.”

She ignored the heat coming off her face and prayed he didn’t notice. “I’m okay, just lost in thought when you knocked.” Very lost. Who cares if she ever got found, lost.

“I’ll be right back.” He disappeared and Sophia finally let out the breath she was holding.

Connor came back a minute later, enough time for her to put an actual slide on the microscope. She took it off after he came in and put the whole tray of slides aside to be filed.

In an effort to get sexual fantasies about Connor out of her head, she pulled out a report sent to her from the CDC regarding the current incidence of a variety of infectious diseases around the world.

If people knew how many deadly infectious diseases were active on the planet, they’d be surprised—and a whole lot more paranoid about catching one.

Connor swore and she glanced at him. His voice sounded tight. “What?”

He looked up from the report he was reading, anger sharpening his features. “This Akbar asshole is nuts.”

“Yes, he is.”

“How did he not kill himself with that anthrax he messed with?”

“We don’t know. He doesn’t appear to take the proper precautions to prevent infecting himself with whatever he’s working with, but we could be wrong.”

Connor grumbled under his breath some more, then said clearly, “The problem with predicting what a madman will do is that they’re unpredictable. He won’t make rational decisions.”

She considered that. “He has no moral compass and wants revenge. What would a man determined to kill as many people as possible do?”

Connor stared at her, but she could almost hear the gears in his head turning. “He’s a chemist.”

She waited for him to continue his train of thought.

“Why isn’t he using chemical weapons?” Connor asked.

She thought it was a rhetorical question, but she answered it anyway. “Chemical weapons have a limit. Infect people with the right disease and it could end up everywhere.”

“I think you’re right.” He gave her a sidelong look. “That’s creepy.”

She ignored his last remark. “It makes sense if the goal is to kill as many people as possible.”

“The anthrax he used killed in hours.”

“Yes, it did, but we haven’t seen it pop up anywhere since. I think he’s moved on to something more infectious. Something more easily transmitted from person to person.”

“Like what?”

He asked the question like there was a simple answer. There wasn’t. “There are many possible pathogens that fit the criteria of infectious and deadly.”

Connor looked startled. “ How many?”

“Dozens. Some bacterial, some viral, some more exotic. There is an entire microscopic world that most people don’t realize exists. Most microscopic organisms are benign, some even helpful, but there are plenty of pathogens that are primed and ready to wipe us out if the conditions are right. Or wrong.”

“Something tells me,” Connor said slowly, running one hand through his short hair. “I’m going to learn way too many things I don’t want to know on this mission.”

She scooted over to him and poked his shoulder. “Lucky for you, I happen to be an excellent teacher.”

***

D inner that night was oddly entertaining.

Jones watched Eugene with covert glances while he blushed and pretended an extreme interest in his food. Max and Sophia spent the whole meal discussing which viruses and bacteria would make the best weapon in Akbar’s mind. They came up with a short list of eighteen possibilities. When Con had commented that eighteen was seventeen too many, they tried to explain to him why they couldn’t remove one deadly disease after another from the list. Plus, if they removed one possibility, and Akbar used it, then they wouldn’t be prepared to deal with it.

He swallowed his sigh and simply nodded.

What he’d learned about Akbar sparked anger and anticipation. The guy deserved to die. He’d murdered soldiers and civilians alike, and taking him out would go a long way to put to rest Con’s need to administer retribution against the extremists who killed his team.

So why was he so damned tired?

Max and Sophia were still chatting about pathogens, their voices determined, confident and full of energy. For a moment, they sounded like his teammates used to when talking about a mission plan. Identifying problems, brainstorming solutions, and making inside jokes only they understood.

Loss hit him like a shot to the gut. For a moment he couldn’t breathe and didn’t much care to. Without his battle buddies, he was just a desperate fuck who couldn’t wait to die.

“I need some air,” he said, getting to his feet and trying not to look as fucked up as he felt. “Are you okay sticking with the colonel?” he asked Sophia.

She nodded.

“Yes, yes,” Max said absently. “I’ll watch out for her.”

“I’ll pick you up at your quarters for your Tai Chi lesson in a couple of hours,” Con said. After he got his head back on straight.

“Okay.” She waved absently at him and he almost laughed at her single-mindedness. He should thank her for it. So why was he almost disappointed by her dismissal of him?

At first he wandered, no particular destination in mind. He watched as a group of men went through a physical training routine led by a loudmouth sergeant. The drill, the personnel going about their duties, was so damned normal he found himself easing back from the emotional ledge he’d been balanced on.

Still, he could feel the abyss in the back of his head, ready and waiting to suck him under.

He’d done the standard tour of the base, but he wanted to take another look around to note every way to get in and out, whether it was marked or a route only an acrobat could manage. Construction was ongoing, with new barracks, administrative, and operational buildings all going up. Lots of civilians all over the place.

That made his trigger finger twitch.

Infiltration was a possibility he couldn’t ignore. The checkpoints inside the base were only an inconvenience to a determined attacker or group of attackers. If this Akbar guy was targeting Max and his group, the construction crews could be a useful cover to get inside.

The medical clinic was just as busy as the Freedom souq despite the time. The only area with no one on it was the ball diamond.

The deaths of his battle buddies required a response. Could he do that and fulfill his responsibilities to Sophia as well? He hated using her like this. When he interviewed for this assignment, he was sure he wouldn’t like a persnickety genius doctor. However, now that he knew her, he found her to be funny, smart, and more honest than anyone he’d ever met. He didn’t want to feel something for her—not friendship or a gut-deep connection that was starting to invade his dreams.

Remember the motto before you become another moron.

Professional. Distant. Hands-off.

Con headed toward his room. He rounded the corner at the end of the hallway to find Sophia already outside her door, but not alone.

Two men dressed as construction workers had her crowded against the wall in the space between her door and his. One of them had her by the arm. The other had his hand over her mouth.

They were attempting to drag her away from her room while she kicked and punched like crazy.

Con’s body dumped liquid rocket fuel into his bloodstream, and he was moving—silent, focused, and bracing his body for the fight ahead.

He’d crossed half the distance when she bit the hand over her mouth and shouted, “Security.”

Con reached them the next second and attacked the closest man from behind, breaking his arm in a precise, controlled movement. The other man let go of Sophia and reached for something on his belt. Con elbowed him in the gut, pivoted around him then swept his feet out from under him and took him to the ground. Fierce pleasure at taking an attacker to the floor surged through him and he ignored the man’s yells of pain. Facedown with Con’s knee on his back and his arms in Con’s grip, he couldn’t move.

Con looked at the first guy, expecting him to be attacking with a weapon, but he was on the floor, groaning, as tightly wrapped around his broken arm as a body could get.

The guy underneath him tried to buck him off, but Con shifted his weight along with his captive and leaned harder on his back. He stopped trying to get away and settled for just breathing.

“Are you hurt?” he asked Sophia, riding the emotionless plateau of the adrenaline high. Emotionless, but dangerous in a way few people understood. He could kill both men easily, without hesitation or remorse. He wanted to . They’d put their hands on her and would have taken her away and hurt her if he hadn’t arrived when he did.

Sophia stared at him with big eyes for a long moment, then closed her mouth and shook her head. She straightened up and said in a shaky voice, “I’ll go find security.”

“No.” His shout sounded rusty. Worse, his hands shook like he was an alcoholic who hadn’t had a drink in a week. He needed to focus. She was his responsibility and he’d be damned if he let anyone else hurt her. To do that he needed her in sight, close enough that he could cover her if he needed to. “You don’t leave my side.” If he could see her, and know she was okay, he’d keep it together. Otherwise... “Give another shout, but this time yell fire. ”

She blinked, then hollered it twice.

Down the hall, a couple of guys stumbled sleepily out of their rooms. They looked at Con and the men on the floor.

“Call the MPs,” Con ordered. They were probably officers, but he didn’t give a shit. “These men were assaulting a member of the medical team.”

The attacker with the broken arm tried to get up and run, but Con kicked his feet out from under him. He fell, landing on his side.

That had to hurt.

One of the two guys they’d woken up ran down the hall while the other approached carefully.

“Can I help?” he asked.

Help? Con opened his mouth to tell the useless fuck to go back into his room and not come out until he’d found his balls.

Sophia put her hand on Con’s shoulder and stroked him as she asked, “Can I borrow your handcuffs, Roger?”

Con hadn’t believed anything could disarm his fury, until Sophia did it with one completely serious question.

Roger looked scandalized.

Con actually felt sorry for him.

“Ah, no,” Roger replied, rubbing his face and giving her a brief, stiff smile. “Someone else already borrowed them. What happened?”

“Those two guys tried to grab me,” Sophia said.

Broken Arm tried to run again. This time Sophia tripped him. It wasn’t smooth or coordinated, but it worked.

The guy landed on his broken arm with a crack that was very audible.

Con gave her a grim smile. Good. She hadn’t hesitated to take action.

“Looks like I’ll be busy.” Roger glanced at Con. “I’m a surgeon and that is an arm I’m going to have to put together like a puzzle.”

“He’s lucky I didn’t break his neck.”

Roger took a wary step back.

“Connor,” Sophia said, staring at the guy he had pinned to the floor. “Can he breathe?”

Con glanced down and let up on the pressure a little. The guy beneath him sucked in a couple of frantic breaths before yakking away in Arabic, telling his partner to get up and get out.

Con leaned down and said in the same language, “His arm is in pieces. He’s not going anywhere. You attacked an American inside an American military hotel. You’re not going anywhere either. Except prison for the rest of your worthless life.”

The guy on the floor stopped talking.

Right about then, the MPs arrived.

It took a couple of hours for Sophia to give her version of events, and Con his, for the reports to be written and signed and everyone dismissed. He never let her out of his sight the entire time. At one point, the psychologist on duty tried to talk to Sophia in private, but Con nixed that idea, pulling the I’m the bodyguard card. Sophia had backed him up, thank God, and after giving Con a searching look, the psychologist had compromised by talking with Sophia where they could be seen, but not heard.

The possibility of not being able to see her had him fighting the need to pace. If they noticed, he might be reassigned or removed from active duty. He expected the psychologist to want to talk to him privately after she talked to Sophia, but instead she allowed Sophia to remain while she questioned Con.

Con went through the takedown in an even tone, answered the shrink’s questions as succinctly as possible and said nothing more than he had to.

Max made an appearance and seemed surprised at how easily Con had taken down the two men. It was the psychologist who smiled and said that most Special Forces soldiers were quite capable of taking down several adversaries.

It was almost midnight before Con walked Sophia to her quarters. They hadn’t spoken to each other since Max scowled at them and told them to get lost.

Sophia unlocked her door and turned to look up at him. “Thanks for doing your ninja thing.”

“Ninja?” Had she watched too many movies or what?

“You came out of nowhere.”

He angled his thumb over his shoulder. “Down the hall actually.”

She didn’t follow his gesture, her gaze unfocused. “I couldn’t believe anyone would try to kidnap me in the middle of the Navy hotel.”

“If they timed it right, it would be no more difficult than taking you off the street.”

He should have never left her alone.

Maybe he shouldn’t have said it so matter-of-factly, because her face lost all its color.

“Oh.” She swallowed hard and looked at the floor. A couple of seconds later, she met his gaze wearing a pasted-on smile and the saddest eyes he’d ever seen. “Still...not very nice of them. Thanks for interrupting their plans. Good night.” She turned away, unlocked her door, and slipped inside.

Oh, no you don’t. Pretending it hadn’t happened wasn’t going to make things better. She needed to vent, the sooner the better. He’d learned that the hard way.

Con stuck his foot in the door before she could close it. “We need to talk.”

“Oh.” She hesitated, her gaze darting down the hall.

She was afraid and was trying to tough it out all on her own. He knew how fucking useless it would be and that was unacceptable. A soldier needed his battle buddies to get him through the shit. The loss of his had damn near killed him.

“I get it,” he said with a sigh. “You’re probably scared, angry, and fifty other emotions no one likes to deal with, but you and I, we’re a team, and I need to make sure you’re okay. That includes checking your room and talking about this shit.”

She stared at him for a long moment, then backed up and let him by. “Okay.” She closed the door behind him and locked it. As soon as the door was closed, she let out a huge pent-up breath and her tense shoulders came down.

Yup, she was scared. But not of him.

Something wound tight inside his chest relaxed a little. He wanted to hold her for as long as it took to get that lost expression off her face.

He made himself turn away to inspect at her quarters.

Her room was a bit bigger than his, but not by much. Where his was OCD neat, hers looked like a tornado had hit it. A tornado full of books.

Textbooks, biographies, romance novels, even some graphic novels were stacked all over the room. There had to be a few hundred books lying around.

“Sorry about the mess,” she said with a dismayed look on her face. “I tend to forget to tidy things.”

“You really hate reading, don’t you?”

She snorted, but controlled her response almost immediately. “Well, yeah. I guess I really, really hate reading. I mean, almost as much as you must hate martial arts.”

“Touché.” He looked down at the pile closest to him and discovered a biography of General Pershing on top and below it one about Erwin Rommel. Was she studying military tactics and strategy? He’d never really understood how smart could be sexy until Sophia. “You’ll like the book on Rommel. He was another person who didn’t like boxes.”

“He seems interesting, not like most of Hitler’s generals.”

“I think Hitler disgusted him.”

“Do I disgust you?” she asked in a small voice.

Con’s head turned to look at her so fast whiplash might be a concern. “What?”

Her eyes and mouth drooped, but she wasn’t looking at him, she was staring at the floor again. “I didn’t do anything but stand there like a frightened little girl. They were going to take me somewhere and probably hurt me, but did I fight back? No, I froze.” She glanced at him finally, her lips pressing into a tight white line. “I promise to do better next time.”

“Whoa, stop with the self-flagellation.” She thought he was unhappy with her ? “I’m disgusted with security at this place and with Max for not making sure you were properly trained in some self-defense before now, but I’m not disgusted with you.”

She frowned. “Why not me?”

“Because you did do something. You bit that guy and gave yourself a chance to yell for help.” He moved some books out of the way and sat on the edge of her bed. She sat next to him, then leaned her head on his shoulder.

Not exactly his normal method of helping a teammate decompress—usually that had involved throwing darts with Wayne or boxing with Patterson—but he could handle this. When he put his arm around her, she sighed happily and nuzzled a little closer. Her breast brushed his side and his dick started to take notice. Asshole. He hadn’t been interested in sex for months, and now he was perving on his vulnerable partner.

He cleared his throat, gave her what he hoped was a friendly nudge. It was time to get off the bed and put a little space between them before he did something to fuck this up. “I’m really proud of what you did today. You took the training I gave you and used it exactly the way you were supposed to. You’re a good soldier, Doc.”

He stood, trying to inconspicuously adjust his pants as he took a few steps away from her. There. Crisis averted. No inappropriate reactions here.

“I want to have sex with you.”

He couldn’t have heard that right. His dick was trying to convince his brain of something that wasn’t possible. “What?”

She stood and stepped up close. Way too close. “I want to have sex with you.”

He sucked in a breath as heat flashed through him like a lightning strike, and suddenly the room wasn’t near big enough. “Come on, we’re going to the hospital.”

“Why?” she asked as he took her by the arm.

“Because you obviously hit your head or something.”

She resisted, trying to twist out of his hold. “I’m fine. A request for sex does not equal diminished mental capacity. Besides, I decided I wanted sex with you earlier today.”

He let go of her arm and stared at her, his brain unable to connect any fucking dots. “Why?” He couldn’t think of a thing he’d done to inspire this good girl to ask him to get dirty with her.

“Your sexual advice to Eugene sounded really good.” She blushed and stared at his mouth.

A groan came out of him at the knowledge she’d been listening in.

“Look, I’m not some kind of sex guru, I’m your teammate. We can’t...do that.”

“Why not?”

He stared at her, unable to think of one reason.

“If you’re worried about me becoming attached to you, like a girlfriend, don’t worry. I know this is just for now. No strings. Isn’t that what people say?”

“No strings ?” He couldn’t believe it. He ran his hands over his face. He couldn’t fucking believe it.

“Just listen to me, please.” She closed her eyes for a moment, then looked at him with a determined expression on her face.

He’d seen that expression on her face. It meant she wasn’t going to back down.

“I’ve always been too sick, young, or busy to even imagine becoming intimate with someone. But you...” She paused, obviously searching for words. “You wouldn’t laugh at me if I say or do the wrong thing. You don’t treat me like I’m so fragile you can’t touch me, and I know you won’t act like you’ve done me a favor afterward.”

She smiled and glanced at his crotch. “I’m not an idiot. I saw your erection earlier. I think you want me too.”

“You have no idea what I want.” For a moment he wanted nothing more than to show her. Kiss her and pet her until she was drunk, then strip her bare and show her that sex wasn’t rational. It was hot, messy, and uncontrolled.

The angry, wounded part of him wanted to take what she was offering, wanted to drown himself in her in the worst way.

He’d feel something other than guilt and despair.

“You’re right, I don’t know.” She threw up her hands. “But I’d really, really like to find out.” She huffed. “I’ve never felt this way about any man before. I’m so, so...”

“Horny?”

“Yes,” she barked at him, frustration a visible thing in her clenched fists and teeth.

He snatched her close and kissed her. He couldn’t stop himself.

She melted against him and moaned, and her immediate surrender gave him back a measure of control. He gentled his grip and his kiss.

“No” she muttered after a moment, pulling back to look at him. “I want everything. No holding back.”

His lips were on hers again and she let him in with a needy sigh. He eased her closer, one hand behind her head, the other on the small of her back, and tried to keep things gentle.

Her arms encircled him, her hands pressing against him, and she raised herself on tiptoe to kiss him harder.

She might not know what she was doing, but her eagerness was contagious.

One of her hands slid down his back. A second later, she was cupping his cock through his pants.

Oh, holy fuck. He pushed her up against the wall, trapping her there with the weight of his body. Her curves pressed against him, and the tits he’d admired felt fucking awesome against his chest. He wanted them in his hands and under his tongue.

Her lips parted under his assault and his tongue fucked her mouth, while one hand slid down to learn the perfect curve of her ass and the other cupped one of those gorgeous breasts.

She moaned and clutched him tighter, following his lead, tangling her tongue with his. Her hands were busy everywhere, stroking his shoulders, chest, and cock. She couldn’t seem to stop stroking his fucking cock.

She lit him up with raw electricity. Her untutored touches and moans robbed him of all his civilized veneer. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this scorching hot for any woman ever. He groaned and dropped all pretense of restraint, taking her mouth the way he wanted to take her body. Her under him in a full-on, no-holds-barred possession.

She followed his lead without hesitation, adding fuel to his fire. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He slid his hand up her body to cup her other breast. And her response was to try to climb his body. She got as far as riding his thigh, then couldn’t seem to make herself move any further.

Hot damn, she liked that.

When he caught her nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinching and rolling it through her clothes, she pulled her head away.

She stared at him, not hiding her lust or frustration in any way, her chest heaving with breaths that couldn’t seem to find enough air. “I want...”

“What?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over her nipple again.

Her teeth clenched together. “An orgasm, one I don’t give myself.” She ground herself down on his thigh.

He grinned and leaned down to suck at her earlobe, then whispered in her ear. “How do you do it? Do you fuck yourself with your fingers or do you have a toy?”

“Both,” she hissed as she rubbed herself against his thigh. “But it’s not enough. I want you, but I don’t have any condoms.”

He wanted her—fuck, he craved her—but if he took her, could he let her go? He couldn’t just take her and then leave. She trusted him. He had to draw the line somewhere, no matter how much it was going to kill him. He gave her breast more attention and she arched into his hand. “You don’t need to have intercourse to have an orgasm.”

She frowned at him. “I really want...penetration.”

That one word had him ready to show her how it was done, but he couldn’t do it, not when he was lying to her about why he really wanted on her team. He was an asshole, but he wasn’t a complete douche. He could still give her what she wanted, though maybe not the way she expected. He turned them so it was his back against the wall, then he spun her around so her back was plastered his front. He played with one breast, molding it and teasing the nipple. “Rock your ass back and give my cock a taste of you.”

She didn’t answer with words, just followed his order and moaned as that beautiful, plump ass pressed and stroked against the biggest boner he’d ever had in his life.

“Open your pants,” he whispered in her ear.

As she did it, he kept teasing her breasts, first one, then the other, while his other hand spanned her lower belly. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes,” she moaned, rubbing her ass over his erection. Her hands reached behind her to touch him. There was no finesse, just fingers seeking him out, her palms massaging his hips.

“Hold on.” He stopped her as she went for his dick, even though he seriously didn’t want to. “Let’s focus on you for right now.”

“I don’t want to stop.” Her voice shook and she rocked back harder. “Please. Tell me what to do.”

She was killing him. He was going to die, right here. He ground his dick against her ass one last time before putting his palm over her mound and stroking her through her underwear until she whimpered and pushed back. He dropped another kiss on her neck before whispering, “Put my hand down your panties.”