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to wait and in a moment he had a condom on and had brought his hips back to meet hers. Nearly dizzy with anticipation, Chelsea pushed forward to meet him, gasping when his full length slid inside her, feeling her muscles tighten around him to pull him in further. She brought her legs farther up his rib cage, clutching at him as her orgasm built up, pushing her forward.
    As he increased his tempo, she tipped over the edge, grabbing his shoulders and hanging on as he drove into her, sending them both into blissful oblivion.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
    Where the hell was his sister? Tony stared out the window above his desk and worried. He should have been working on his latest project, a complete site overhaul for a client, but he wasn’t focusing. Chelsea had left early yesterday and all he’d heard from her since was a fuzzy message on his machine that told him her damn car had broken down – again – in the middle of nowhere. She hadn’t told him where, or he would have been there by now.
    Chelsea was a good kid, a smart kid, but she was gone so much Tony wasn’t sure she still knew how to be careful. He couldn’t stop worrying that she’d run into some idiot on a bike and run off with him. That would be like Chelsea. No, Tony corrected himself, that would be like Chelsea used to be, hauling a string of leather clad bikers home to shock Mom. Of course, she was the one who had a broken heart when they left, not Mom, but it had taken Chelsea a while to figure that out. Lately, she seemed to have gotten a grasp on that concept.
    Tony hauled his mind back to the html he was working on, but it just looked like a bunch of nonsensical letters and symbols. Dammit. When Chelsea was off running around, he never gave her a second thought except to miss her. But since she’d returned from Sydney, everything had been different.
    When she had left yesterday, Tony had almost called her back and told her not to go. She looked like shit, which he’d told her, but it obviously hadn’t gotten through to her. She had probably taken it as more teasing from her big brother. But she had lost weight and her coloring was off, paler. Mom was overreacting, but Chelsea was under-reacting. As usual, it was up to Tony to find the middle ground.
    With a growl, Tony stopped trying to make his work make sense and got up to get a refill on his coffee. He studiously ignored the photos of his sometimes girlfriend, Jen. Thinking about her would not help his mood at this point. Especially not after her call a few days ago. Even though he had deleted it, he could still hear the message she had left on his machine: We need to talk. That was always a fun thing to hear. He hadn’t worked up the guts yet to call her back and find out what that meant.
    Chelsea’s disappearance gave him a good excuse to keep putting it off. Should he be calling hospitals and police stations now? Probably not, since she was an adult, but still. The problem was, Tony had no idea if it was normal for her to leave for days at a time or not. It could be perfectly within her normal behavior, or it could be a huge red flag. He wished he knew which it was.
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    Nate opened the fridge and revealed a mass of white wrapped packages. Chelsea raised her eyebrows and glanced at him. She was starving, and he had promised her food, but so far she had seen none. Hunger had been the only thing to rouse them from their stupefied slump on Nate’s desk, and now it appeared she would be going hungry.
    “So what’s this?” she asked.
    “Trust me, you don’t want me to cook for you,” Nate said with a laugh, “You’d be out of here long before tomorrow morning. My housekeeper cooks for me and leaves lunches and dinners in my fridge.”
    “What do you do for breakfast?”
    Nate gave her a funny look.
“I eat cereal,” he said, as if everyone in the world subsisted on corn flakes.
    She spotted a gallon of milk on the door of the fridge, the only store bought item