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and lightheaded, like sucking down helium?
    I have no control of my limbs. My arms throw themselves around his neck, my legs widen to let his cock in easy. My back arches off the bed as he slowly pushes into me, his face buried in my neck, my skin swallowing his long groan.
    My lips fall open but nothing comes out. My throat’s taken over, closing up, trapping my voice, keeping my promise for me because I can barely think.
    I’m drowning in the feel of him, the scent of him, the sound of him.
    His body slaps against mine with every thrust. It’s a sticky sound, sweating flesh against sweating flesh, but it brings an even larger grin to my mouth.
    With my head against my pillow I watch as Neal’s gaze flows from my eyes, to my breasts, to my pussy, trained on the way his cock flows in and out of me. He’s obsessed with the sight, hips quickening whenever he sees it. Sees us . Moving as one.
    My orgasm builds slowly. It starts in my chest, blooming beneath my ribcage where my heart sits, pounding. It’s a painful clasp that explodes like a black hole, spreading the universe through every inch of me. My fingers scramble to grab hold of Neal, slipping from his hair to his shoulders, pulling him down for my teeth to sink into his skin. A whimper slips out, pops in the air disruptively, but Neal says nothing. His own orgasm has muted him.
    He shudders atop me, muscles clenching as his eyes slip close. He collapses beside me, clumsily pulling out. A wet heat drips between my legs, wetting the mattress below.
    Neal catches his breath and pulls me into him, my head on his chest, his arm thrown around my shoulder. The pair of us breathe in our scent, naked in the dark, sweating in the heat. He kisses the top of my head and my heart grows into my throat.
    I love Neal Dietrich. It’s undeniably true and I’ll do everything I can to keep him safe.

Two
     
    Alanis pops half a boiled egg in her mouth. She has six of them, propped in ceramic egg cups, lined up on the kitchen counter. Like me, she’s dressed in the same clothes as the night before but she looks less ridiculous in her casual green dress, than I do in my sparkly number.
    “How’d you sleep?” I ask, grabbing a water from the fridge.
    “Fantastic,” she says, voice flat. She pops another egg in her mouth. “I’ve been up for hours.”
    The clock on the microwave says it’s six a.m.
    Alanis has another egg. “Do you know she has ten thousand dollar’s worth of merchandise in the living room?”
    “No, I didn’t.”       
    “And she only makes fifty thousand a year.”
    “How do you know that?”
    Alanis tilts her head to the side. “Did you think I was going to blindly trust you without doing some research on my own?” She pops in another egg. “I bet she’s in debt up to her eyeballs.”
    Gina doesn’t hear Alanis as she enters the kitchen, her curled hair bouncing against her shoulders, a navy blue skirt tight around her hips. “Good morning,” she says, poking her head in the fridge. “You ate all the eggs.”
    “Sorry about that,” Alanis says.
    She has another one.
    Gina’s smile tightens. “How long do you think you’ll be here, Alanis?”
    “Caitlin and I are leaving today.”
    “We are?”
    Alanis nods. “If anyone finds out you’re here, or that you’ve been here, this’ll be the first place Lee checks for Neal. You have to go back to...Where are you staying?”
    “My father’s condo.”
    “ Your condo,” Gina corrects.
    “Right,” Alanis says.
    Gina’s making a pot of coffee when Neal steps into the room. The second he spots me, he throws his arm around my waist and pulls me into a kiss. He tastes of mint toothpaste and smells of aftershave but I can’t get enough of him.
    Gina clears her throat. She and Alanis lean against the kitchen counters, Alanis toying with her phone, Gina pouring herself a cup of coffee.
    Neal kisses Gina’s cheek and her blush creeps beneath her blouse. “Good morning,” he says,