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explode all around her, through her. No sound fell from her lips. It was as if the intensity of the pleasure her body was encountering had locked her vocal chords.
    Shep seemed to have no such problem as she heard his harsh grunt as he slammed deep once more and held there giving little flexes of his hips as his cum filled the condom separating them. She could still feel the heat of his release and was amazed that the condom could hold all the pulses she could feel. Finally he shuddered and held still.
    Slowly he kissed her feet, easing them back and under his arms until she could straighten them and drop them back down to the bed beside his knees. It had been too long since she had engaged in such acrobatic sex and she knew she would feel it in the morning. He eased her clenched hands from his shoulders and placing one hand at the base of his cock to hold the condom in place he pulled from her body.
    Tiny tremors ran through her as he withdrew and her pussy pulsed, quivering in its suddenly empty state. She watched as he moved from the bed toward the bathroom not bothering to shut the door. Watched as he discarded the condom and turned the water on in the sink. Watched him shift his hips forward and wash his cock with a soapy hand and then rinse it under the running water. And realized that she had it bad when she found even that sensual.
    She let her eyes drift closed and was startled when she felt the swipe of a cloth between her legs. She blinked open and watched as Shep cleaned her up before returning to the bathroom rinsing the cloth before hanging it to dry over the shower rod. He came to stand back by the bed and looked down at her.
    “You mind if I sleep here tonight?” he asked.
    Her heart gave a slow stutter before starting to beat fast again. With that one question she acknowledged that this was perhaps the only man she’d met in her life who had the potential to mean something to her, something important. It said a lot that he didn’t assume that since they’d had sex he could sleep with her. He took the time to ask. And he touched her in even deeper places inside her body, her heart and mind.
    “I’d like that,” she whispered and she rolled so that he could pull the covers back on one side. She noticed that he waited until she’d rolled back over and slid under before he joined her there. He slipped one arm under her head and reclined back. He didn’t pull her to him, didn’t grab and move her. So she found herself shifting closer until her head rested on his chest. His arm wrapped around her and she felt the brush of his fingers through her hair.
    They lay in silence for a long while and she thought maybe he had fallen asleep when he spoke.
    “You’d already checked her computer,” he said and she nodded against his chest even though it wasn’t a question. “You knew that I wouldn’t find anything.”
    “I didn’t think you would,” she agreed. “But I had to let you try, to see if maybe there was one tiny thing that I might have overlooked.”
    “You’ve already been to the tavern and knew what the crowd would be like, and you’ve probably already spoken with Nicole,” he said.
    “Yes,” she stated.
    “Do you think Chloe is still alive?” he whispered.
    She held her breath. He’d figured it out. That was why she had gone for help, that was why she’d heeded her friend’s advice and called Gil to see if she could get help from his friends.
    “No,” she breathed and knew that he could feel her tears as they trailed down her cheeks to his chest.
    He didn’t say anything, didn’t confirm or deny, but just held her, his hand stroking gently through her hair.
    Her sister had been missing for four weeks. Four weeks. The police believed they were looking at a body recovery at this point. From the tape they knew her sister had been drugged. They didn’t know what she’d been given, no body, no evidence. But Stace had been around long enough to know that some women never woke up