Free The Baby Thief by L. J. Sellers

handsome and attractive, gentle and never crude like other men. She’d fallen in love the first time he seduced her. Until she’d met David, Elizabeth thought of herself as damaged goods. Her few sexual experiences as an adult had been painful and frustrating. With David, she experienced her first orgasm, changing the way she felt about men, about herself.
    Elizabeth rounded the last corner and pulled into the clearing in front of the compound. The sun was slipping below the horizon, casting an eerie light over the stone building. God, she hated this place. She would help David fix whatever his little problem was and be on the road. She wouldn’t stay overnight even if he begged. David needed to know she was angry with him for not calling, for making her drive out here. Reflexively, Elizabeth checked her face in the rear view mirror before getting out. It was too dark to notice anything except the fact that her lipstick was long gone. Fortunately, David liked the natural look.
    She could hear singing as she entered the front double doors and breathed a sigh of relief. They were all in church, and she wouldn’t have to see or talk to anyone. David’s followers were sickeningly sweet and naïve. Elizabeth couldn’t stand their simple homespun chatter and open adoration of David. In fact, she believed religion was nonsense, and David had learned not to discuss it with her.
    She went directly to his office to wait. Her presence had already been reported, she knew from past visits, and David would be along soon. Elizabeth tried to get comfortable, but the room was barren, dark—even with the light on—and cold. She lit a cigarette, knowing it would irritate David, and began to pace.
    He surprised her by coming up his private stairs from the clinic instead of from the chapel. The sight of his handsome, worried face made Elizabeth set aside her anger for the moment and reach out to him. Without a word, they embraced. Their relationship, free of social expectations, had been forged over the years from respect, passion, and isolation.
    Elizabeth had never known anyone like David. Not even the man she’d married had touched her as deeply. But she had things on her mind. She pulled away and demanded, “What went wrong? Why did you wait so long to call me?”
    “Patience, Elizabeth. Everything’s fine now. Let me kiss you. It’s been so long.” He reached for her, but she shook him loose.
    “Damn it, David. Tell me why I’m here.” Elizabeth wished she could ask for a glass of wine, but it would be a waste of time. Nobody in the church drank. Not because they couldn’t, but because David didn’t.
    “I needed to see you.” David shrugged, discomfort creeping into his eyes. “Today was difficult for me. I had to remind myself why I went through with this dangerous thing.” Elizabeth stiffened, but he gently stroked her neck. “Your sister is a fighter just like you.” David paused to kiss her neck. Elizabeth chewed the inside of her lip. She was still upset that he’d tricked her into coming, but pleased that he wanted her in his time of need instead of one of his groupies. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of begging for details. He would tell her the whole story eventually anyway.
    “She almost got away from me on the trip to the compound,” David finally said. “Apparently I didn’t give her a large enough doses of ketamine and Versed. But I grabbed her again. She’s been adequately sedated and secured now. I’ve done a thorough examination and her ovaries seem healthy.”
    Elizabeth’s shoulders slumped with relief. McClure didn’t have the same ovarian scarring that she did. Her sister would ovulate on schedule, and everything would be fine. Elizabeth’s muscles began to relax under David’s steady caress. She leaned against him. His erection pressed into the small of her back, sending shivers through her. Elizabeth turned and embraced him. One touch and she lost control. She could go for