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tossed over his shoulder to Alex and without a single look back he was gone.
    “Maybe I should go to?” Maggie said and started to rise from the bed. But Alex was there and easily pushed her back to her back. He was strong but she knew that it was because she really didn’t want to leave. She knew what was coming and she wanted it more than anything.
    Then he was there, back between her legs only this time he was above her instead of behind her. This time there would be no hiding the emotions flitting across her face as he took her body and gave it everything that it had been longing for. This time there would be no pretending it was meaningless sex with a stranger although that was exactly what it should be.
    Alex thrust into her and she gasped at the feel of him wondering at how great he felt. The second thrust made her eyes flash wide as she realised what the sensation was. Skin on skin. Naked flesh inside naked flesh. He wasn’t wearing a condom and she had never had sex without protection in her life. She wanted to let him keep going, she was on the pill but that would only make it that much harder to walk away when the time came.
    “You’re…You’re not wearing anything,” she whispered and heard his harsh expletive split the air. So he hadn’t realised it either. She heard the rip of a package and then he was back inside her the condom doing nothing to change the sensations of what he was doing but somehow managing to dull the emotions churning inside her. Her last coherent thought was that she would be okay as long as he didn’t kiss her. Then she locked eyes with him again and as his head lowered toward hers she knew that after this her entire life would be changed. Nothing would ever be the same for her after Alex.
    Chapter Four

    The only thing Alex knew in that moment was that he had to kiss Maggie. He rarely did that somehow feeling that a kiss was too intimate in his casual sexual affairs. But he needed Maggie’s kiss like he needed food, water, air. And then his lips were on hers and when she gasped against him he slipped his tongue inside the tender lips that had nursed his cock so well just moments before. He touched her teeth and remembered the feel of them nipping and biting at his shaft as he pumped between her plump lips. Then he was caressing her tongue with his and after a slight hesitation, almost as if she was as unused to kissing as he was, she was rubbing along his tongue as well. He held her close refusing to let her mouth go until they were both gasping for breath.
    He moved his lips along her jaw and then down the arched column of her throat. He could taste the unique essence of her sweat on her skin, and the smell of their sex filled his nostrils. This was what it meant to make love to a woman. This was what it felt like when there was more than lust involved in the physical act. This was making love and it rocked him to his core. In all his life he had never made love to a woman. He’d had sex with numerous women, some who knew what he did and some who only guessed. It was the James Bond syndrome, or at least that’s what his buddies and he used to refer to it as. When you worked for MI6 you were often surrounded by beautiful women and rarely did they say no. Some of their cases took them to great places and some buried them in places that no man would ever willingly go.
    Hell it was a woman that had him playing private eye with his buddy in Texas and no longer a member of MI6. He’d left it all behind when one of his friends and colleagues had been shot and killed on one of their cases. Shot and killed when he should have been with him. Instead Alex had been wrapped between the legs of a woman who was doing her job a lot better than he was. She’d kept him long enough to make him exactly ten minutes late, ten minutes that had cost his buddy his life. When he had arrived his buddy was the only one there and he had been lying in a pool of blood. It was a vision that haunted