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“Lorne! My turn! Let me have my turn, damn it!”

She could tell he released her with reluctance and sat back
on his heels. Vaguely, she wondered how he managed to take his shoes off, then
dismissed it until she realized her shoes were off, too. She started to ask him
when he reached behind his back and dragged his t-shirt over his head.

This is what she had been waiting to see. What she had been
wanting to see. Lorne was not extremely hairy across the chest, but what he had
was soft, dark, and irresistible to the touch. She wove her fingers up and
across his well-developed pecs, letting her palms brush over his male nipples
with their rosy areolas and tiny, hard stubs.

“Wow. Have you been working out?”

He chuckled. “Oh, yeah. I bench press a bus every day.”

Brenda made a raspberry. “Yeah, right.” Leaning closer, she
buried her face in his throat and breathed deeply. Her smile came back. “You
even smell like love, all warm and soft.” A pause. “And I can hear your heart
racing like mad.”

“I’m petrified wood for you, Bren.”

“Mmm.” Laughing softly, she tweaked his nipple, then bent
down and ran her tongue over it. Lorne groaned, one hand reaching up to stop
her, but she batted it away. “No, no. Fair play. I get to torment back.”

“Who says?” His voice rumbled in his chest.

“I says,” she replied, and proceeded to suck on the teat
energetically.

Lorne nearly fell off the bed. “Enough! I can’t take it,
Bren! I’m too damn close to exploding as it is!” He jerked away and slapped a
hand over the wet nipple.

Laughing, Brenda fell back onto the blanket and began
undoing his jeans. However, pulling them down over his hips proved to be a
problem. After staring at the large, arching erection trying to be free of the
restricting denim, she looked up at him. “Hey, a little help here would be
appreciated.”

Lorne shoved his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and
briefs, and shoved them down to his knees. Backing off the bed just long enough
to shed the rest of his clothing, he reached for her pants.

“You’d better hurry and undo them, or I’m ripping them off of
you,” he warned with a grin.

She quickly unzipped them a split-second before Lorne peeled
them off of her, leaving her with only her cotton thong. Lorne climbed back up
between her open thighs and dove face-first into the bit of material.

Somehow, his hands found hers, and their fingers intertwined
as he nosed aside the thong that was soaked with her cream. His mouth found her
slit, and he plunged his tongue inside her channel.

Brenda cried out as pleasure swept through her. She tried to
reach between her legs, but his hands were keeping hers trapped as surely as if
he had tied her up. His tongue found her clit, and she orgasmed almost immediately.
She continued to burn as his mouth sucked her, his tongue lapping furiously to
keep her riding the crest. Her release continued to tear her apart to where she
called out Lorne’s name.

Suddenly his hands let hers go, and his mouth removed itself
from her flesh. Brenda found herself forced to grasp handfuls of the blanket
and sheets. She needed to anchor herself against the pure joy that still
sizzled across her muscles and tickled her nerve endings. When her brain
finally began functioning again, she realized Lorne had removed her thong and
backed away. Curious, she opened her eyes to see him bending over and guiding
the head of his erection between the folds of her slit. The dark, flushed head
glistened. A single drop, like a small pearl, hung from the eye.

He must have sensed her watching him. He looked up at her
and smiled. “I have dreamed of this moment,” Lorne whispered, and slowly began
to ease into her.

She had never felt anything so wonderful in all her life.

Earlier she had told him that the few other sexual escapades
she’d had in her lifetime no longer mattered. She’d since changed her mind.
They most certainly mattered now, because she could see how inadequate and how
different they had been compared to Lorne’s complete possession of her heart
and soul, and his total dominance over her body.

Brenda glanced down again to see his erection disappearing
from view as it sank deep within her. At the same time, she could feel him
drilling his way to her womb. She could tell he was holding back, trying not to
hurt her. Reaching up, she ran her nails over his chest. Curling her fingers
through the short curls, she gave them a gentle tug.

“I’m cold. Come here.” She pinched his nipples to watch his
reaction. Happily, Lorne growled playfully and pounced on top of her, but his
movements inside her never ceased, never slowed. In fact, the shift in position
raised the heat level to near combustion. It was made all the worse—or for the
better—when he reached back and lifted her knees higher. The simple shift
allowed him to delve deeper inside her. A shiver of pleasure raced under her
skin.

He lowered himself until he covered her. His lips alternated
between kissing and nibbling her shoulder and neck, making his way up into the
hairline behind her ear. The hard, steady, in-and-out slide of his thick
erection kept her on the edge, tickling and enticing, not quite bringing her a
second time, but not letting her lose that sweet, delicious excitement that
continued to burn steadily.

Closing her eyes, she let herself lie there and let him take
her. It felt so right, so perfect. His mouth played with her ear and temple,
making her smile.

“I love you, Brenda.”

The confession was breathy and almost too low to hear.
Incredibly, her heart did a little backflip, and the familiar warmth of tears
seeped into her eyes. She never realized she had been wanting, had been needing
to hear him make that confession. She started to reply when he continued.

“I have loved you since we were young. I have loved you even
though you never reciprocated the feeling. I have loved you all through our
junior high and high school years, although there were times I thought I’d
never have you for myself.”

Lorne paused in his lovemaking, and Brenda opened her eyes
to find him staring down at her. The look of absolute love shone in his gray
eyes.

“I have loved you,” she told him with a depth she never
believed possible. “I have always loved you, although I never realized it for
what it really was until I came back to Fullerton. Forgive me, Lo.”

One of his goofy grins unexpectedly slid across his face,
and to her shock he slid out of her and sat back on his heels. She was still
staring at him, wondering what he was up to, when he grabbed her by the hips,
jerked her closer to him, then somehow flipped her onto her stomach as if she
weighed nothing. For a second there she thought she heard him murmur something
about turned or flipped, but a moment later she completely forgot about it when
he lifted her buttocks, parted the cheeks, and rammed himself into her.

Brenda cried out as Lorne began to pound furiously into her,
holding her hips in a death-lock grip that prevented her from moving. Her
fingers gripped the bedclothes so hard she thought she heard something tear. What
had been loving sex had reenergized into a mind-blowing fuck. She shrieked and
raised her ass higher to give him a better angle. Lorne shifted her thighs
farther apart and kept them parted with his knees. She heard him grunting
softly with every hard and fast stroke.

The heat from the friction was burning her alive. His
erection was like having a grooved rod shoved into her. The grooves scraped
over the sensitive tissue inside her channel, rapidly building the crackling
intensity. She could feel a wetness running down the inside of her thighs as
her body poured out her cream in response.

Her body stiffened. The strength of her orgasm overwhelmed
her, and her skin felt like it was melting against her bones. Every muscle
locked up. Every nerve ending flared. Her mind went completely blank, until
nothing existed except for the junction of their bodies.

Falling face-forward, she screamed into the blanket, but Lorne
continued to pound into her. His fingers held her so tightly, she knew she
would bear the bruises before morning, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered
anymore. Nothing mattered except for the soul-breaking feel of Lorne’s erection
fusing himself inside her.

Her body shuddered. Her lungs gasped for air. Brenda opened
her mouth to breathe when Lorne erupted deep within her. He groaned as his
movements slowed. Finally releasing her hips, he partially collapsed over her,
covering her back.

Her arms wobbled. They no longer had the strength to hold
her up. Dropping to the bed, she felt him follow but angle sideways to fall
onto his side. A muscular arm swept her against him and held her there. Another
aftershock rattled through her. Brenda felt her womb clench, and goose bumps
crawled over her exposed skin. Lorne pressed his sweaty chest to her back to
share his heat. His hand gently cupped one breast.

The room grew quiet as the world resumed turning. The last
thought to enter her mind as she drifted to sleep was the realization that his
semi-flaccid erection was still inside her. She managed to smile, knowing there
would be more lovemaking. More confessions. More kisses.

The night was far from over.

Chapter 25

Evals

Lorne shoved a pillow under his head and collapsed next to
her. They were both coated in perspiration and breathing heavily from their
exertions, but what he was feeling at the moment was the best damn feeling in
the world. Brenda remained cuddled against him with her back to his chest, her eyes
closed, and to his enjoyment, with a very sated expression on her flushed face.
He could feel himself still buried partway inside her, and he would remain
there if he had any say-so in the matter. It would take two tanks with chains
to separate them.

Nuzzling her ear, he nibbled on the tender lobe. “So, madam,
what’s your opinion? Do I get an ‘A’? Did I at least pass?”

Several moments passed before she answered. From the sound
of her voice he could tell she had started to doze off.

Brenda laughed softly. “If you were in my employment, I’d
definitely give you high marks in every area.”

A sudden look of consternation crossed her beautiful face.
It lasted less than a second, but it was enough to make Lorne question it.

“What? What were you thinking of, instead of the great sex
we just had?” he teased with a hint of seriousness.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Bullshit. Nothing almost pulled you out of this great
afterglow.” Propping himself up on one elbow, Lorne leaned down to kiss her
temple. “Give. No more secrets between us.”

She grimaced. “It’s nothing, really. It just reminded me of
my own yearly performance reviews.”

“You mean your personal report card with the company? What
about it?”

“Well, it’s probably just me, but I always thought it
strange that I would make such great strides up the corporate ladder, when my
evals were less than stellar.”

“What do you mean?”

She opened her eyes and rolled over far enough to face him
without breaking their intimate contact. One hand reached up to caress his
scruffy cheek and chin. Her hair was tousled, and her face was puffy, but she
continued to look incredibly beautiful, sexy, and desirable, all the same.

“I mean, don’t companies usually promote their most
competent people? The ones who score high marks on their evals?”

Lorne shrugged slightly. “Maybe there’s some kind of female
to male ratio quota they needed to fill, and you were their best candidate,” he
suggested. Giving her a big grin, he added, “Or maybe sleeping with the bosses
gave you that added boost.”

“Lorne!” She lightly bopped him on the nose in mock anger. “I
did no such thing, and you know it.”

“I do know I’m not your first,” he teased.

“Oh. That. Well.” Brenda made a face. “Those men don’t
count. Never did, never will.”

She gave him a hard stare, and he knew what she was going to
say before she said it.

“I wasn’t your first, either, Mister Double Standard!”

“Ah, yeah, wellll…”

Her soft hand brushed his hair away from where it dangled
next to the edge of his mouth. Her gaze suddenly softened into a look he hoped
he’d see every day of his life from now on.

“Would it matter if I said you weren’t my first, but you’ll
be my last?” she whispered.

“No, because I’m echoing that comment,” he murmured and
leaned down to kiss her upraised lips. Second to making love to her, Lorne
enjoyed kissing her. She had the kind of mouth that was responsive and eager to
please. A little nudge with his tongue, and she happily opened her mouth so he
could delve into her sweetness. Her tongue came up to tangle with his, and
Lorne felt a new surge of hot desire go straight to his dick. His rapidly
hardening erection began pressing back into her hot, wet channel. At the sound
of her soft moan, he slid his mouth over her cheek and started nibbling on the
sensitive skin beneath her ear. It wouldn’t be long before they would be
starting round two.
Definitely no sleep tonight for you, Lo.

“Show me some more of your ‘A plus’ loving,” he begged.
Lorne Palmer. Superpowered Defender. Begging for sex.
With Brenda? You’re
damn right.

He suckled gently on the velvety lobe again. When she didn’t
respond, either physically or verbally, Lorne opened his eyes to see her
staring at nothing in particular. Her gaze was turned inward. She was thinking.
Hard.

“I definitely have to work on my technique,” he commented.

Brenda blinked and focused on him. “Lo, you remember those
yearly evals I mentioned?”

“The ones you bombed? What about them?” He propped his arm
on the mattress and held his head with his hand to show her she had his full
attention. But to remind her that he was ready for another lusty round, he
moved his hips, shoving his thickness a little further inside her. He got a
little wriggle of anticipation in response.