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cranked down on his thick, hot cock with both hands. She licked out, tasting him. She sucked and sampled until he was groaning her name. He came hard, shooting arrows of cream over her breast. It was then Brine realized it was the breast over her heart.
    Thane was breathing hard as he fell with his back onto the floor. “You’re killing me, woman.”
    He kissed her temple, drawing her in close. Brine rested her head on his shoulder, with her leg bent up over his legs. He stroked her back and she sighed. It was time for her to come back down to reality. This was nothing more than a one-night fling that wouldn’t be happening again anytime soon. She didn’t want to leave the warmth of his arms, but she had to go before he thought this was anything more than it was.
    “Let’s find that key,” she said.
    A few minutes later, Thane went to work on the cuffs with a pin he found in his bureau drawer. The cuff on her ankle snapped open. She was free of him. She dressed in the borrowed clothes. Thane was on the bed with his arms crooked behind his head as she came out of the bathroom. He sat up on his side.
    “I don’t think we should see each other anymore,” Brine said.
    Several beats of silence exploded like landmines between them. “Is that really what you want, or are you just running from me?”
    “Yes. I do. I think we both know what tonight was.”
    Pain slashed through Thane’s eyes before he shifted them away. “Then let me take you to get your car.”
    The drive was the longest of Brine’s life. Thane wouldn’t look at or talk to her. She was sure she’d hurt him in the most ruthless way. He pulled up next to her car in the empty museum parking lot.
    “I’m sorry, Thane. I never meant for any of this to happen. I mean that. I hadn’t intended on having sex with you or hurting you.”
    “Just get out of my truck, Brine. I’m really tired of hearing how sorry you are for what happened tonight.”
    Tears misted her eyes as she shut the truck door. She got into her car just as he drove away. It was several minutes before Brine started the car and drove home, determined to put Thane out of her mind and out of her life.

Chapter Eight
     
    Two days later, Brine couldn’t stop thinking about how she had sex with Thane. Sexual frustration twisted through her body, making it impossible to think straight. Morning sunshine crept through the gap in the blinds. Dawn was bursting on the horizon. Brine felt as though her body were on fire. She dreamt of him last night. It was as though she wanted him more because she knew she couldn’t have him.
    She wondered if he was just waking up, too. She imagined his morning erection pressing hard against his boxers.
    She twisted around in her sheets, trying to get comfortable. She couldn’t. Even her clothing felt confining. She stripped off her shirt, leaving only her panties on. She kicked off her covers and enjoyed the feeling of the cool morning air blowing through the open window. Cold air blew over her nipples, making them snap to attention like the twin soldiers that they were. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit that they were already aroused with thoughts of Thane kissing them.
    Why did she push him away? She shouldn’t have. Now, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She wanted him there. She wanted to wake up with him. She wanted to reach over and feel his morning cock throbbing and begging for attention.
    Her heavy, C-cup breasts were bathed in sunlight. Brine cupped them both, letting her thumb and fingers pinch her nipples. She arched as she twirled them like dials. She moaned and closed her eyes, remembering Thane’s touch. It wasn’t long before one of her hands abandoned her breast and made the curvy journey down to her pussy. She purred at the sexual haze she suddenly found herself lost in.
    Brine’s thatch was swollen with pent-up frustration. She hurriedly slid her fingers between her lips and stroked her clit into submission. She groaned as her