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has gone, and we’re in the bedroom in Slate’s house once more, except outside I can hear all the noises of the city instead of the tranquil silence that surrounds the lawyer’s home.
    “You were trying to kill me,” I yell at him. “You had a gun pointed at my head, Josh. What else was I supposed to do?”
    “You were supposed to die so they wouldn’t be able to take you from me,” he says venomously, pulling a gun out from underneath the covers as he slides off the other side of the bed.
    He’s dressed now, wearing the same clothes he wore the night he broke into the house. He walks around to the foot of the bed, putting himself between me and the door.
    “You don’t have a gun now,” he says. “You can’t stop me this time.”
    “No, Josh,” I beg him. “No, please don’t.”
    The door swings open, and gunshots ring out from behind him. As the bullets riddle his body with holes, I close my eyes and scream, knowing it’s only a matter of time before they start shooting me.
    The gunshots stop, and the next thing I know, someone’s shaking my shoulders.
    “Rose. Rose. Wake up, Rose,” the voice says.
     
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    I jerk away and see Slate’s face hovering in front of mine in the near-dark room. The blue-white light of the moon spills in through the glass doors overlooking the pool, allowing me to see in the room just fine with the lights still out. I let go of the sheets clutched to my chest and wrap my arms around him.
    He rubs my shoulder gently with one hand while the other wraps around me to accept my embrace. “It’s okay,” he says. “You had a nightmare.”
    I fight back the urge to cry, squeezing him instead and holding him to me. I don’t want to let go.
    “It’s okay,” he assures me. “You’re safe here.” His hand rubs my back now.
    My body welcomes his touch. My skin trembles under his. I relax my hold on his neck and slide my arms under his, pulling him up on top of me. Overcome with desire and emotion, I kiss his neck, parting my lips so my tongue can taste his smooth skin.
    I kiss his shoulder as his muscles tense underneath my lips.
    “Rose, you don’t know what you’re doing,” he murmurs.
    I don’t answer. I kiss the strong, chiseled muscles of his chest. He grips the back of my head and holds me in place as my lips find his nipple. I suck the tender flesh into my mouth and flick the hardening center with my tongue.
    He gasps and pulls the covers back, exposing my scantily clad body; I’m dressed only in a tank top and thin cotton panties. I spread my legs as he climbs on top of me in his boxers, his obvious, hardening erection hidden behind the fabric.
    His firm shaft presses against me through the thin, worn cotton of my panties, and I immediately ache for him. It’s been so long since anyone has been inside of me. I roll my hips, begging him to enter me.
    He caresses my breasts softly, then plumps them. His lips latch onto my left nipple through my tank top, sending a sharp electric shock of pleasure through my body. I grab his hair and press him even closer as I arch my back and press myself against his body. His tongue circles my hardening flesh, and his teeth tighten on me slightly, sending another jolt through me.
    My moist center cries out against his hardening erection, begging me to let him in.
    I reach down and pull at the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down over his ass and exposing the rock hard flesh rod between his legs. I grab him with one hand and pull my underwear out of the way with the other. He’s thick and long and ready.
    I spread myself with my fingers and guide him into me.
    His head slides past my lips with no problem. Then, I feel his shaft stretching me open. It’s been so long.
    “Don’t be gentle,” I tell him. “I want you to fuck me.”
    I let go of him as he pushes into me, stretching me in every direction as I’m unable to take all of him at first. I moan as he pulls back and slides in again.
    I tilt my head back on