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her. She opened for him, and he
demanded her total surrender. Before she could take a breath, he
had her shirt off and her bra unsnapped.
    Bess broke from him and led him to her
bedroom. Suddenly, she was hot, hotter than a blazing fire, and she
needed him. He was down to his boxers before she could unzip her
jeans.
    Terry slid her pants down and off then
hooked his thumbs in her panties. “Love you in red,” he said,
practically panting.
    “ Yeah?”
    “ Yeah. Let’s take ’em
off.” Terry picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. He pulled
out a condom and covered himself. One swipe of his fingers across
her burning flesh, and she was ready.
    “ Second time, we go for
foreplay,” he said, pushing up on his knees. He plunged into her,
eliciting a groan from both of them. Bess raised her legs higher,
and he buried himself all the way in. Her fingers gripped his
shoulders as he moved in and out of her, increasing the pace as he
went.
    When she closed her eyes, a vision of Whit,
stripped to the waist and bending down to kiss her, flashed through
her brain. Bess opened to see Terry above her. The heat inside her
coiled up and burst forth like firecrackers. She grunted loudly as
pleasure filled her veins.
    Her hands slid down his back, which was
covered in a fine layer of sweat, to rest on his rump. He continued
to thrust in and pull out, moaning louder with each movement.
Finally, he called her name and stopped.
    Heavy breathing almost
drowned out the click click click of tiny, pug toenails on the wood floor. Dumpling
entered the room and flopped down on the dog pillow next to the
bed.
    “ Thanks, Dumpling, for not
crowding us,” Terry said with a chuckle. He pushed up on his hands
and placed a sweet kiss on Bess’s lips. “You’re the best, babe,” he
said, pulling out and making his way to the bathroom.
    Bess lay back and closed
her eyes. Who did I make love to? Terry?
Or Whit? Dumpling climbed up the doggie
stairs and curled up beside her on the mattress. She stroked the
dog absently. Who was in my mind? What did
I do? Was I unfaithful to Terry?
    “ I’ve got to shove off.
I’m sorry.”
    “ What?”
    “ Yeah. It’s this
undercover shit.” He checked his phone. “Meeting the perp at a bar
in twenty minutes.”
    Bess sighed. I’m confused. Need to think. She pushed to her feet and wrapped a pink, silk robe around
her frame.
    “ Next Friday, as usual?”
He donned his clothes quickly.
    She nodded, following him to the door.
    Terry stuck his gun in his waistband and
faced her. “You’re a sweetheart,” he said then planted a kiss on
her lips.
    “ Yeah, yeah. See you
Friday.” She was anxious to be alone.
    Dumpling followed, barking at him. As he
headed into the hall, Whit’s door opened. The broadcaster stood
still, staring with narrowed eyes at Bess in her robe. She
tightened the sash and felt the heat from him. Neither smiled. His
gaze traveled her length before he offered a curt nod. The ding of
the elevator diverted their attention. He joined Terry.
    Bess shut her door. Tears
pricked at her eyes. What am I doing? Who
do I want? I can’t have Whit and Terry. She sank down on the sofa after swiping a ramekin of pudding
from the counter. As she ate, she considered her
options.
    I could avoid them both.
Then I lose. She glanced at the calendar
on her fridge. Only three days until the
Dinner Club meets. She smiled. They’re my back-up. They’ll tell me what to
do. She padded into the kitchen and
prepared Dumpling’s food. Then, she microwaved some leftovers for
herself.
    She turned on the television and lounged on
the couch. After wolfing down her dinner in a few gulps, Dumpling
settled in next to Bess, rested her head on Bess’s leg, and fell
asleep.

Chapter Three
     
     
    Bess turned down the heat
on her special spaghetti sauce. The water for the pasta was almost
at a boil when the buzzer from the lobby sounded. The girls are here! She
grinned as she gave Crash the okay to let them up.
    “