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He pressed his mouth to mine.

While we were locked in another passionate kiss, my muscles tensed and released repeatedly. He sank his teeth into my lower lip. His girth swelled, causing me to shudder and shake.

The orgasm came rushing through me, etching its way into my memory bank as it shook every muscle in my body. At the height of my climax, he arched his back and let out a groan from deep within his soul.

When he erupted inside me, he filled me with hope.

Although his orgasm ended, mine continued, decreasing in strength as time passed. When it ended, I was staring mindlessly at the ceiling.

He withdrew himself and rolled onto his side, beside me. “Holy. Shit. I thought my head was going to explode.”

I wanted to comment, but I couldn’t assemble a meaningful sentence. It often happened when I was filled with emotion. Upon coming to my senses, I tilted my head to the side. “I think I went blank there for a minute.”

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling. “Your mind?”

I nodded. “I couldn’t think or talk or anything. It happens sometimes. Rendered speechless, or whatever you call it.”

“Can you think now?”

“Kind of. I don’t want to do algebra or anything, though.”

“But you can think, right?”

“Uh huh. Just keep it simple.”

“Okay. Think about this.” He tilted his head to the side. “Coming back and staying after I get back.”

“For how long?”

“As long as you want.”

My mind escaped me. I stared back at him like a fool.

He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. “Ally?”

The staring continued. Responding wasn’t an option. I managed to offer him a smile.

He kissed me. “Did your mind go blank again?”

I nodded.

He grinned. “I like that I can do that to you.”

Yeah. Me, too.

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Goose

The ‘kiln’ operation ended up being nothing short of a fucking disaster. Unbeknownst to us, we had to remove the body parts from the concrete encasement that surrounded them. “It turns everything to ashes” didn’t mean everything.

“Fucker don’t look too bad for being dead three months,” Crip said with a laugh. “Concrete bath did him good. This shit’s all got to be chipped off, though.”

“The retention of moisture slows the decay process,” Tito explained. “It’s the opposite of mummification, which is removing the moisture, but it prevents immediate decay.”

Kneeling in front of a piece of concrete with a hammer and chisel, Crip shot Tito a quick glare and then looked at Baker. “He’s the club Brainiac?”

“He is,” Baker admitted.