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her hips and held his breath as the tip of his cock found its way inside of her. He let his breath out slowly as she lowered herself onto him. As he slipped all the way inside, he could feel his erection growing until he was hard as a rock.
    Mia let out a slow breath as well. When she was all the way down on him, she moved her hands over Clint’s bare chest. She got her feet settled on the floor and started pumping her hips back and forth. The moment Clint thrust up into her, Mia let out a loud moan. She leaned forward and ground her hips against his as Clint grabbed onto her tightly with both hands. From there, he gave into the passion that had been building up and pumped into her again and again.
    They both caught their breath and stayed still for a few seconds. At that moment, it seemed as if Mia was only just realizing what she was doing. She brushed her hair from her face and looked around. When she looked back down at Clint, she was smiling brightly.
    â€œI wish I could find those men who tried to rob me,” she said.
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œBecause I owe them my thanks.” Rocking slowly back and forth, she added, “Without them, I might not have crossed your path.”
    â€œI’d rather think about you right now.”
    Smiling even wider, Mia leaned back and supported her weight with both hands braced on Clint’s knees. “That’s one hell of a good answer.”
    â€œThank you.”
    â€œDon’t thank me yet,” Mia said as she leaned back and rolled her hips forward and back. She glided up and down along Clint’s erection with a rhythm that slowly built in speed and intensity. Soon, she had her eyes closed, her head turned to one side and her hips moving like a piston.
    Clint rubbed her breasts with both hands, cupping them as she continued to wriggle on his lap. She leaned forward again to grab the back of the chair on either side of Clint’s head. Now that she had a firmer grip, she rode him hard enough to knock the chair against the wall.
    Clint wasn’t about to let her do all the work. As soon as he felt her slow down, he wrapped his arms around her sweating body and pumped into her again and again.
    Mia buried her face against Clint’s neck and let out a throaty moan as her entire body was wracked by a powerful orgasm.
    Clint could feel her tightening around him. Even her arms clamped around him as if she was clinging at the edge of a cliff. When she was able to catch her breath, Mia started riding him again. This time, she looked down at him so she could watch every second of the pleasure she was giving to him.
    Moving his hands from her breasts around to her tight backside, Clint let her keep riding him until his pleasure reached its peak. They moved to the bed and made it a whole half an hour before starting again.

TEN
    Clint and Mia both woke up early the next day. It didn’t have anything to do with them wanting to get out of bed, since both of them would have been more than happy to stay naked under the sheets for a while longer. Their eyes were opened by the loud knocking on their door.
    Sitting bolt upright after the second knock, Clint’s first impulse was to look for his gun. The modified Colt was still in reach, exactly where he’d left it. He didn’t take the pistol in hand just yet, however, since Mia was slowly sitting up as well.
    â€œWho is that?” she asked.
    Apparently, she’d been loud enough to be heard through the door. The knocking stopped and a woman’s voice could be heard from the hall.
    â€œMr. Adams?” the woman outside the room asked.
    â€œYes,” Clint replied.
    â€œWere you waiting for the Misty Morning ?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œIt’s just arriving now.”
    â€œAll right. Thanks.”
    There was a quick “You’re welcome,” followed by shuffling steps away from the door.
    Clint kicked off the covers and pulled on his jeans as he made his way to the