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the shutting of the hatch on the SUV brought his attention back around.
    “See you tomorrow,” Sergeant Dixon called as he got in the driver’s door.
    Though he couldn’t see her, Mac heard Sharon’s door close.
    “Thanks!” Mac replied.
    And then, just like that, he was alone with Isabelle.

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    Though Isabelle knew she was in a hurry, it seemed as though Mac was positively racing. They’d nearly run up the stairs to her apartment and, as the door slammed behind him, Mac’s hands flew to either side of her face and suddenly his mouth was on hers. Though their teeth clicked, he seemed not to notice. His lips were hot and demanding, the touch of his hands like heated brands. But they quickly left her face and he immediately tugged the zipper of her dress completely down. Nor had he stopped walking. With a steady gait that forced her to backpedal fast, they were moving steadily toward the bedroom.
    Mac was wasting no time and that was fine with her. Her hands tore at his clothes, leaving his jacket in the living room, the tie near the kitchen, and his shirt in the hallway. Her dress was lifted over her head, still stepping backward, and when she opened her eyes, she watched Mac’s chiseled pecs flex as he lowered the garment to the bedroom floor. The muscles of his big arms rippled and she looked down to where his narrow waist disappeared into his pants. Simultaneously, she unbuckled his belt as he undid her bra.  
    His body was every bit as magnificent as she’d remembered. The broad shoulders were rounded, his pecs dusted with fine, dark hair, the flaring muscles along his ribs tapering down to the lean hips. She pushed the pants and briefs down over them, helped by the weight of the belt. A thin line of hair ran down the middle of his corrugated abs but before his clothes could drop further, they caught on his bulging arousal. Isabelle had just been about to peel them off when the back of her legs met the bed and she fell backward onto it. The headboard knocked against the wall as Mac followed her to the bed, leaned over her and roughly tugged her panties down. Her shoes toppled to the floor as his sweeping motion knocked them loose.
    Quickly, he took a condom from his pants pocket, peeled his briefs and pants down to the top of his powerful thighs and sheathed himself. Not bothering with his pants but kicking off his shoes, he climbed onto the bed, his lithe and muscular body moving like a powerful predator, pure animal and incredibly male. Isabelle spread her legs, already wet for him, and as he loomed over her, she felt his rigid shaft slide up her inner thigh. Aching, desperate need moved her, as she raised her hips to him and his swollen erection drove straight into her.

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    Mac moaned loudly and heard Isabelle’s sharp gasp below him. They slotted together perfectly as he slid into her hot depths, the feeling of it so much more luxurious than he’d remembered. He embedded himself deeply, his back bowing as his legs settled between hers and he straightened his arms. She’d been so ready and the moment that he’d fantasized about every night was finally here.  
    “Isabelle,” he hissed as he drew his hips back and he looked down the length of her body.
    She lay naked below him, her full and pink-tipped breasts heaving with her breaths, her satin-smooth skin stretched tight across her incredibly flat tummy. He watched as the creamy flesh of her hips pivoted from the bed and her entrance tugged on his length. Slowly, he glided out, savoring the slide of her warm flesh against him, seeing her supple abdomen twist and flex, her mound rise up under him, until the urge to thrust was too much. In one, single motion, he drove up into her, watched her perfect breasts jiggle at the impact and heard her breathy moan. Her hips ground against him, pushing and gyrating, seeking satisfaction but his were eager as well.  
    Again he drew back and plunged into her. The