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but she wrapped
her legs around him as he began to thrust, trying to set a slow rhythm. With
each deep stroke, she let out a little whimper, her hands roaming along his
back, their movement growing more frantic with every thrust. The feel of her
heels pressing into his lower back made him tremble with the need to throw
caution to the wind and pound into her.
    Foster
sped up, needing her to come so he could let go. He slid his hand in between
them and his thumb found the hard nub of her clit. Her eyes widened for an
instant, and he sped up his thrusts, pumping into her as his thumb pressed down
firmly.
    “Foster!”
she cried as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Her body went rigid and then
she shattered. Her arms clenched tight around his neck, and she buried her face
in his shoulder as her body shook and shuddered in his arms.
    He
held her tightly, nestling his face in her hair as he gave one final thrust. Her
spasming pussy milked every last drop of his come.
    Foster
held her tightly to him, enjoying the final quivers of her body. Vaguely, he
was aware he hadn’t worn a condom. Part of his mind knew he should be kicking
himself, but his body was reveling in the best sexual experience of his life.
He’d never felt like this before. Not ever.
    He
was so caught up in Linzee that he didn’t hear the door, didn’t hear anyone
enter. He just heard Ethan’s angry voice. “Seriously? In my fucking kitchen?!”
    Linzee
stiffened, shoving him away from her, and Foster backed up to see Ethan and
Tori standing in the doorway. Tori’s eyes went wide before she yanked at
Ethan’s arm. “Outside. Babe, we need to wait outside,” she said.
    But
Ethan wasn’t listening. Linzee was frantically searching for her clothes,
yanking them back on as Ethan yelled. “Foster, I’m going to fucking kill you. I
fucking told you not to fuck my fucking chef. And not only do you not listen to me, but you fucked her in
my fucking kitchen!”
    Foster
reached for his jeans, yanking them on as he looked at Linzee. Her face was
bright red with embarrassment, and he could see tears in her eyes. Fuck! He was
going to kill Ethan.
    Tori
stepped forward and yanked on Ethan’s arm harder this time. “Ethan, we are
waiting outside!” This time his brother paid attention and followed her out the
door, grumbling. But it was too late. Linzee was practically sprinting out the
door.
    “Linz!
Wait!” He tried to grab her arm to stop her, but she pulled away from him, a
tear spilling over.
    “No,
Foster. Just … don’t.” And she turned and ran.

 
    Chapter Nine
     
    The
next morning, Linzee sucked down her third cup of coffee. After a sleepless
night of tossing and turning—and way too much thinking—she was pretty sure
there wasn’t enough coffee in the world to wake her up.
    She
sat at the ledge counter at the Cup o’ Joe coffee house. The counter lined the
large bay window that faced Main Street. She told herself she wasn’t sitting
there because it faced F. Price Photography. She told herself she wasn’t hoping
for one glimpse of the god of a man who had been inside of her last night.
    Warmth
flooded her at the thought. She’d tried to tell herself it was wrong and that
the whole thing was a mistake, but her body disagreed. Her nipples pebbled at
the thought of his mouth on her, and she could feel liquid pool at her center
as she thought about how amazing he’d felt. The only man she’d been with was
her husband, and in eighteen years of marriage, she’d never felt so wanton, so
consumed with need.
    She
lifted a shaking hand to her coffee cup. Pull
it together, Linzee.
    The
thought of facing her boss was enough to sober her up. While she’d ignored fifteen
phone calls and texts from Foster, she hadn’t received one from Ethan. The
thought of facing Foster might be a moot point since Ethan could very well fire
her, and she might have to leave town anyway.
    The
bell above the door jingled, and Marnie Peters walked in. Linzee had run