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through her from the bottom of her heart. Her body clasped his, sucked at his cock, pulsed around those fingers, took him deep into her embrace. Never would she let go.
    Sometime later, she would never know how many seconds or minutes passed, she returned to the world. His still clothed chest pressed to her back, one hand massaging her buttocks and long length of her legs. The other remained wrapped around her stomach, a solid , steady warmth that helped to slow her galloping heartbeat.
    The chill of the countertop stung her abused nipples. Her pussy tightened in remembered joy. She sighed when she felt his cock still firmly embedded in her body.
    He kissed her ear. “You were loud, Miss Bernie.”
    She froze. Was he disappointed? “I’m sorry, Mr. Clarke.”
    “Don’t be,” he murmured. “Don’t.” Bumps broke out across her flesh as he nuzzled her nape. “You were absolutely glorious. You held nothing back. Thank you.”
    Confused, she pushed up from the counter, forcing Liam to pull out, and turned around to face him. “You wanted me to be quiet.”
    He pushed a curl behind her ear, then traced the curve of her jaw with his thumb. “I wanted you to fight it.” His lips settled over hers in a quiet moment of sharing. “I wanted to know that you couldn’t deny what we feel together.” His teeth grazed her collarbone while his hands rose to hold her heavy breasts. “I needed to know I held you in my hands, and only you.”
    Bernie wrapped her arms around his wide back as a glow warmed in her heart, and she pulled him close. Mr. Clarke needed her…his wild, beautiful Miss Bernie.
     
    * * * *
    Liam placed the large bucket of popcorn in Bernie’s lap. He fished for a few kernels, popped two in his mouth, then grinned and dropped the last one down the front of her shirt. Her low gasp made him wiggle in his seat. But she smiled and just squirmed. He’d have to go fishing for his food a bit later.
    The light reflected off the movie screen lit her face with a soft glow. Right now she appeared a little flushed, her eyes still sagged with sated bliss and those lips—his cock started to harden as he watched some popcorn slip past the ruby red flesh. What else should be slipping past those hot, wet…
    He coughed, slipped his arm over the back of her seat and leaned into her. He loved these sweetheart seats, with the moveable armrests. Bernie tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled at him, before returning her attention to the film.
    He tried to pay attention to the guys shooting at each other on screen, but it was no good. Her scent still wrapped around his senses. He didn’t want to be here, he’d rather be in his king sized bed, exploring her naked body with his tongue, her hands tied over her head, her ankles wrapped around his…Liam blinked.
    She still popped one piece of popcorn after another into her mouth, crunching loudly on each one. And then she winked. “Still hungry, Mr. Clarke?”
    Liam rested his hand on her thigh; her muscles quivered. She lifted and he pushed her skirt up over her hips. “Now, Miss Bernie?”
    “Yes, Mr. Clarke.”
    He gave her leg a sharp tap, the sound drew a couple curious glances from those seated in front of them. She froze.
    “Later, Miss Bernie. Later.”
    She sighed, tugged her skirt back into place, and laid her head on his shoulder. “Anytime, Mr. Clarke, anything.”

About the Author
    S.D. Grady is a lover of many things: men, movies, music, and fast machines. An award-winning author, she shares her life with her college sweetheart and two cats. They live in the house on the hill and often vacation at NASCAR tracks in their RV. Visit S.D. Grady on the web at:
    http://sdgrady.info
     
    Also by S.D. Grady available from Purple Sword:
     
    The Elements of Love
    The Silver Scream

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