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don’t know. Do something. Do something!” Her hips jerked with each word, her voice growing louder and louder as he continued to torment her.
     
    “How about this?” Gabe leaned down, blew against her clit and Annalise jolted, her hips coming completely off the bed.
     
    “Finish it,” she begged. “Please. Don’t leave me like this. I can’t take it. I can’t—” Her hips jerked against him, again and again, as her head thrashed back and forth on the pillows. “Gabe!”
     
    He grinned, watching as she undulated against the sheets, desperate for release. Then he closed his mouth over her clit, sucking until she was at fever pitch. Her hands grasped the sheet greedily, her legs moved restlessly against him, and tears poured, unnoticed, down her cheeks.
     
    She’d never felt anything this intense before, never imagined that pleasure could be like this. Insidious, never-ending, taking her higher with every breath she drew. Orgasm beckoned, the ecstasy so intense that nothing else mattered. She couldn’t think, couldn’t worry, couldn’t control herself at all and she didn’t care. All that mattered was the pleasure, and the man giving it to her with every move he made.
     
    Suddenly Gabe reached between her legs and slowly, slowly, began to pull the string of pearls out. One bead at a time, letting each slip against her clit as he did so. She began coming with the third pearl, clutching his hair and screaming his name loud enough to wake half the apartment complex. But he didn’t stop—he continued to draw the necklace out slowly, steadily, making sure each bead rubbed both her G-spot and her clit as it came out.
     
    When the last pearl was removed she was still coming, still screaming. He rolled her onto her stomach and pushed into her from behind. Thrusting into her again and again, harder and harder, he rode her through the contractions rhythmically milking his cock. She felt his orgasm approaching and the tension magically built within her again. He twisted his hips, slammed into her at a new and different angle and she shot unexpectedly over the edge again. Then, and only then, did Gabe finally let himself go. He poured every ounce of himself inside her and she couldn’t help hoping, praying, that she could give him just a little of herself back.
     
    Chapter Five
    Gabe was asleep. He’d given her the most moving sexual experience of her life and now he was sprawled across her bed, snoring. Annalise snorted softly before gently untangling herself from the arm and leg he had draped over her in an effort to keep her in place. Like she’d ever give a man even that much control.
     
    After slipping into a short, leopard-print robe, she headed toward the kitchen to mainline some caffeine. It was ten on a Sunday morning and she should have been sound asleep—particularly after the sexual marathon of the night before.
     
    But her mind refused to quiet—every time she closed her eyes she saw herself sinking deeper and deeper into a nightmare she couldn’t escape from.
     
    After filling the tank of the coffeemaker with water and switching it on, she sank onto one of her kitchen chairs to wait. Gabe wasn’t like Michael. She knew that, absolutely. She could never have been with him, even once, if he was.
     
    But just because he wasn’t an amoral alley cat didn’t mean he wouldn’t eventually betray her. Already he’d gotten a foothold in her heart and mind, something no man had been able to do for eight long years. Not since she’d thrown whatever she could grab into a tattered duffle bag and climbed into her Chevy with no other plan than to get as far away from her fucked-up family life as she possibly could.
     
    How could she ever face herself if she let a man rip her hard-won confidence to shreds? Again?
     
    Annalise heard a sound behind her and whirled around, her body tensed for a battle she hadn’t had to fight in almost a decade. Thoughts of Michael invariably brought back the pain and