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cock to her opening.
    He stretched her as he slid inside, since his massive cock was still bigger than any man’s here. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Still in the afterglow of orgasm, pleasure swelled in her quickly.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper, driving her pleasure higher and higher.
    “Fuck, baby, I. Love. Being. Inside. You,” he said, each word punctuated by a thrust.
    “Oh, God, Steele, I …” Then she gasped and wailed in the most intense orgasm yet, thrusting her to the stars.
    He drove deeper still and pulsed inside her, then she felt his hot liquid filling her. She moaned, delirious with pleasure.
    He held her close as her heartbeat pounded against his chest, her rapid breathing slowly returning to normal.
    “Oh, God, Steele. I’ve never experienced anything like that,” she murmured.
    He tightened his arms around her. “Being with multiple men, you mean?”
    She drew back and gazed up at him. “That
was
incredible … But I mean being with you. The way you make me feel is …” She shook her head, at a total loss for words.
    He grinned and claimed her lips again. When he released her mouth, he held her tight to him.
    “And I’m going to keep on making you feel that way.”
    *
    Laurie glanced around nervously as she got off Steele’s bike and handed him her helmet.
    “Are you sure it’s a good idea for us to stop at a restaurant? I
am
a fugitive.”
    He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him as they walked to the door of the diner. “We’ve put a lot of miles behind us. I doubt they’ll be looking this far.” He squeezed her. “It’s an expensive necklace, but it’s not a big enough crime to warrant a huge dragnet to find you.”
    Shock held the door open for her and she went into the diner, then followed the others to a roomy booth in the back corner. She slumped onto the cushioned bench seat.
    Laurie loved riding the big bike, her arms around Steele the whole time, but it was good to relax for a bit.
    Lunch came quickly and they all ate heartily. She was about halfway through her sandwich when she felt a prickle, as if someone was watching her. She glanced toward the counter and froze. A policeman was sitting on a stool gazing in their direction.
    Her stomach dropped and she glanced away quickly.
    Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
    He’d spotted her. The way he’d been staring their way … he must know.
    “What’s wrong?” Magic, who sat on one side of her, asked.
    She stared firmly at her plate. “There’s a policeman over there. He’s watching me.”
    “Okay, just relax. We’ll figure something out.”
    She glanced up again and noticed the cop was drinking his coffee, still gazing in their direction with a stern expression.
    Laurie wanted to push her plate away—her appetite had abandoned her completely—but she didn’t want to do anything to attract his attention. She nibbled at her food, her stomach coiling in turmoil.
    “It’s okay. He’s gone,” Magic murmured to her.
    Her gaze darted to the stool where he’d been sitting and relief flooded through her. Thank heavens.
    “I need to go to the ladies room,” she said to Magic, since he’d have to get up to let her out of the booth.
    He moved out of her way and she stood up on shaky legs, then hurried to the restroom, needing a bit of space so she could breathe. She had to cross the length of the restaurant and head down a short hallway. Once inside, she stared at her pale face in the mirror, knowing she wasn’t cut out for this kind of thing. She’d be a nervous wreck in no time.
    She washed her face, then patted it dry and sighed. Soon they’d be back on the road and Steele would lead them somewhere isolated and safe to spend the night again. Steele would look out for her.
    She pushed open the door to the bathroom and walked down the hall. Seeing the policeman had shaken her, but she’d been worried about nothing. She stepped from the