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it was about making love. Slow and sweet, a communion of souls. They had a week to fuck until their eyeballs rolled back in their heads; right now he wanted this moment to carry with him when he shipped out to God knew where. He swept her into his arms, crossed to the bed, knelt on the mattress, and gently laid her down. He made short work of his clothes, covered himself with a condom, and climbed onto the bed to straddle her body.
    Yes, she was thin from her time in the camps, her breasts small, almost nonexistent as she lay on her back, but it didn’t lessen his desire for her. If anything, he wanted her more.
    He kept his voice as gentle as his touch. “You’re so beautiful. Everything about you turns me on. Not just your body…your mind, your heart”—he skimmed his hands down her chest to her belly—“the guts it takes to do what you do, the fact that you wear a diamond in your bellybutton.” He chuckled, leaned down, and toyed with her belly-button ring. He moved down, knelt in front of her, spreading her legs as he lifted them and propped her feet on the mattress. “Damn, Angel. You have no idea how pretty you are. So silky and soft, so hot for me.” He stroked his thumbs over her tight slit, parting pink, swollen flesh. She gasped when his heated breath blew across her pussy. “I’m going to eat you up, baby, take this pretty little clit into my mouth and suck until you come; then I’ll fill you with my flesh until we both lose our minds.”
    She tasted good, delicately sweet and tangy as her arousal flowed across his tongue. She arched and gasped beneath the onslaught of his lips and tongue, just as he’d intended. She sobbed his name, begging him to take her, to make her come while he was inside her. He relented, unable to deny her. He rose over her, slid home, rode her hard and deep as primitive, carnal cries rasped from her throat. He drove into her, his cock slamming to the hilt over and over as she clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as she gasped his name. “Mitch, ah Mitch…gonna come.”
    His balls drew up tight and hard as he lunged into her one final time. He came with a gush and a shout, her voice mingling with his. He executed a quick roll onto his back to keep himself from collapsing on top of her because, really, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to move again for at least an hour. He held her against him, her cheek resting on his chest as they both gasped for breath.
    As their bodies wound down, Mitch stroked Angelique’s hair, her back, fingering each vertebra. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but did he dare? He took a deep breath. “Angel.”
    She must have heard the longing in his voice, because she raised her head and gave him a sad smile. “Shhh, don’t. Don’t ruin it, Mitch. I…I can’t give you what you need from me, not now. I’m damaged goods. You know that. Just…be with me and let that be enough.”
    Mitch nodded. “If that’s what you need, Angel, it’ll be enough. For now.”
    When her cheek rested against his chest once more, he wrapped his arms around her and let her warm tears wash over him.
    * * * *
    Mitch fumbled on the nightstand for his cell. A call this early in the morning could only mean one thing, and he let loose a string of curse words when he saw Seth’s number. “Goddamn it, Boudreaux.”
    “Sorry, my brother, but when the man says come on, we got no choice. Pack your gear. There’s a boat waiting for you at the harbor.” When Mitch cursed again, Seth laughed, the bastard. “Wish I could say I’m sorry to be draggin’ you out the doc’s bed, but that’d be a bald-faced lie. I’m sorry I missed the opportunity.”
    “Fuck you, Boudreaux.” He sat up, scratched his chest, his cock instantly going hard when Angelique knelt behind him, breasts pressed against his back. “How much time do I have?”
    A wry chuckle, then, “Not nearly long enough. Hustle, bro.”
    Mitch disconnected the call with a sigh. “Sorry,