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room where she wrestled with him, got her foot behind his leg and tumbled him backward onto the couch.
    Then Juliana was all over him. She shoved her body down on his cock, her pussy gloving him tightly. Charlie arched with pleasure. She groaned, adjusting her body. And then she began to ride him, the little red skirt covering where they were joined. Her breasts bobbed as she moved, begging him. He pulled her down to suck the erect nipples. Juliana made little moans in the back of her throat. But soon she broke free to thrust almost desperately with him.
    Charlie covered her breasts with his hands and thumbed the nipples. He loved her breasts. She let out a little shriek, and her internal contractions milked him. He gritted his teeth and held back his own orgasm, even though his hips bowed off the couch with his own thrusts.
    Juliana was mad to mate, her face flushed with the passion she felt for him. He let her take him with near violence, slamming her body down on his cock until he swore he could go no deeper inside her.
    Her living room echoed with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, tortured breaths, and groans of near pain. But it couldn’t go on. He was fighting for control, fighting to make love for as long as they could. But it was too hot, too primal.
    He reached between them to stroke his fingers across her clit. Juliana shrieked and arched, her body squeezing his. Charlie rocketed over the edge into free fall. His heels pressed into the couch so that his butt didn’t even touch the fabric.
    Juliana collapsed onto him, kissing his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and relaxed his body against the couch.
    After catching his breath, he said, “That was some welcome.”
    “You could have been killed!”
    “If that was your intention, you nearly succeeded.”
    Juliana lifted her head from his chest. “I meant going to Dalton Montgomery’s house. Did you get the sculpture?”
    “Not yet, but I’m going to try again tomorrow.”
    She gripped his arms. “He won’t let that sculpture go without a fight. He’s auctioning it tomorrow to a bunch of drug dealers. It’s worth billions in illegal drugs.”
    “I know.”

CHAPTER 8
    “You knew the sculpture was worth billions and yet you went there anyway?” Juliana exclaimed, her brown eyes wide with shock.
    “My client has very personal and compelling reasons for wanting that sculpture back,” Charlie explained.
    “Well, he can’t have it. Miami narcotics detectives have to get it off the street. Allowing more drugs into the city is unthinkable.”
    Charlie narrowed his eyes. “But it’s not their sculpture. It belongs to my client, and that’s where I’m going to return it.”
    “Charlie, you can’t go back to Montgomery’s house. It’s too dangerous. I told you about the drug dealers so you’d understand why you have to stay away.”
    “The wedding preparations are the perfect way to gain entrance to the grounds. I was there all morning blending in with the help. I’ll be fine.”
    Juliana sat up, which drove his cock deeper into her. She shuddered with pleasure, which did exciting things to her bare breasts. Charlie still had a hard-on, despite the topic.
    “It’s a needless risk,” she said. “I’ve already talked to the detectives, and they’re going to get me into the wedding. Now that I know what the sculpture looks like, I can probably find it easily.”
    “My way is less risky.” He narrowed his eyes. She wanted
his
sculpture.
    “Tell me what it is and I’ll notify the cops.”
    “No way I’m giving away that information.”
    Juliana captured his wrists on either side of his head. “Charlie, this isn’t a game, and it’s no place for an amateur sleuth. This is police business.”
    The woman he was making love to didn’t believe in his capability. Boy, how deflating. This was why he hadn’t told his family what he’d done with his life. Those who’d known him when he was younger didn’t believe he could change.