Free In Too Deep by Brenda Jackson, Olivia Gates Page A

They lay there, gazing at each other while his shaft expanded into a huge, hard erection.
    â€œOh my goodness.” The words slid from her lips as she felt him stretching her inside. Her inner muscles clamped tight and wouldn’t let him go.
    He leaned forward and kissed her, moving in and out at a slow pace. His unhurried strokes eased the tremendous ache between her legs and matched the rhythm of his tongue as it mingled with hers. She couldn’t help moaning with each thrust into her body as she was overtaken with desire. He was so painstakingly thorough it nearly took her breath away.
    Moments later she pulled her mouth from his when her body erupted into an orgasm so intense she screamed in ecstasy, totally taken aback at the magnitude of pleasure ripping through her. And then Matthew followed her into the thrill of rapture as his body exploded, as well. As he drove harder and deeper, she could actually feel his release shoot right to her womb. “Matthew…”
    She moaned his name from deep within her throat and when his mouth found hers again, she continued to shudder as her body refused to come down from such a rapturous high.
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    â€œI can’t believe I feel so drained.”
    Matthew glanced over at Carmen and smiled. They had just arrived at Ray’s Place, a popular hangout on theHamptons. She was leaning against his car and, dressed in a pair of jeans and a cute pink blouse, she was looking as breathless as she sounded. “I wonder why,” he said.
    She laughed and gave him a knowing look. “Oh, you know exactly why, Matthew Birmingham.” She raked a hand through her hair and laughed again before saying in a somewhat serious tone, “You’re pretty incredible.”
    His smile widened. “You’re pretty incredible yourself. Come on, let’s go grab something to eat to feed that depleted soul of yours.” He took her hand in his and they headed toward the entrance of the establishment.
    The one thing he’d always enjoyed about Ray’s Place was that it was private and the paparazzi were not allowed on the grounds, which was probably why a number of people were there tonight, many of whom had ventured to the Hamptons for the polo matches.
    Another thing he liked abut Ray’s Place was the excellent service, and he appreciated that they were seated immediately. He glanced over at her and thought he didn’t mind being guilty of making her tired. Making love to her most of that day had been the most erotic thing he’d done in a long time, and because it was her and no other woman, it had been special.
    â€œUmm, so what do you think we should order?” she asked, looking at the menu.
    He leaned back in his chair. “Whatever can fill me up. I’m starving.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You’re famished and I’m exhausted. Go figure.”
    â€œMy friend Matthew Birmingham and his lovely wife, Carmen. How are you?”
    Matthew glanced up and smiled. “Sheikh Adham, I heard you were a guest this year at the Polo Club. Howare you?” he asked, standing and shaking the man’s hand. He had met the sheikh over ten years ago when, as a college student, the sheikh had visited the United States and participated in a swimming competition at UCLA. They had become good friends then.
    â€œI am fine, Matthew.” And he leaned over and kissed Carmen’s cheek. “And you, Carmen, are as beautiful as ever.”
    â€œThanks, Sheikh Adham,” Carmen said, smiling.
    The man then gestured to the woman by his side. “And let me introduce my wife, Sabrina. Sweetheart, Matthew and Carmen are friends of mine.”
    The woman smiled as she greeted them. Matthew fought not to show the surprise on his face. Adham married? The woman was certainly a beauty. But he’d spent some time with Adham just last year while working on a historical piece in the Middle East when he’d claimed marriage was the