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.He d grasped her hips and surged into her for another minute,finding his own release in a hot surge of semen. You know what I d like right now? she asked, when their heart rates had returned to normal andthey lay together in blissful exhaustion.His breath whooshed out, half laugh, half groan. Grace, honey, if this is going to require anerection on my part, I should warn you it may not be within my power to grant. She laughed. Nothing quite that hard, if you ll pardon the pun.What I d really like is a cup ofcoffee.A decaf, double cream would be heaven. Now, that I can do. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and rolled away. There s a TimHorton s just down the street.I ll run over and get us some coffee. She lay back, watching him drag on his jeans and pull his t-shirt over his head. A honey cruller, too.And maybe a Boston Cream. Heck, I ll spring for a dozen.Be right back.Remember. Don t open the door for anyone but you, she finished. And throw the bolt as soon as I ve gone. I will. She got up, wrapping the sheet around her, and followed him to the door.He pressed a kiss to her mouth, then left.Smiling, she threw the security bolt.Life was good, she thought as she headed to the bathroom.She had her husband back.Better thanback.In the mirror, she watched her lips curve upward in a satisfied smile.She had Ray s baby growinginside her.And thanks to Ray, there was every chance they d get their lives back, literally.And soon, she would have coffee and doughnuts.Grinning, she turned away from her reflection and started the shower.When the temperature wasregulated, she dropped the sheet and stepped under the spray.Five minutes later, as she toweledherself off, she heard a rap on the door. Just a sec, Ray, she called.Quickly, she tossed the wet towel into the tub, re-fastened the sheet sarong-like around her.Hairbrush in hand, she strode to the door.At the last minute, she remembered Ray s caution andpressed her eye to the viewer.Landis.The hair brush fell to the floor with a clatter. Open up, Mrs.Morgan. Mrs.Morgan? She was registered under a false name.How had he found her? We have your husband. Oh, God! Her heart thundered so loud in her chest, she could barely think.What would Ray haveher do? He d told her not to open for anyone but him.If he were really out there, surely he d call out,tell her what to do. Mrs.Morgan? Are you going to open this door? I don t believe you, she croaked. He d confirm it for himself, but I m afraid he s bleeding rather a lot Don t hurt him! That s entirely up to you, Mrs.Morgan. Grace dragged the bolt back and opened the door.Landis shouldered his way in, pushing her backward with a grip on her arm, his other hand brandishing a deadly-looking handgun.She glimpsedanother man in the parking lot, but no sign of Ray. Where s Ray? What have you done to him? Still grasping her arm, he dragged her to the bathroom to satisfy himself she was alone. Yes, well, I m afraid I lied about that part, he said, his tone politely civil. I don t have him.yet.But it s good to know you re expecting him soon.I ve got a charter to catch. Grace tried to wrench away from him, but he tightened his grip on her elbow so hard it felt likebones were rubbing together.Tears sprang to her eyes, blurring her vision. And thank you, by the way, for letting me in.It ll be so much easier, catching him unawares likethis. Bastard. Quite.Now let s get you settled. Before she knew what his intent was, he released her elbow, grasped the sheet knotted between herbreasts and yanked it off.A shove sent her sprawling onto the bed.Panic clawing her insides, sherolled away but he grabbed her foot and dragged her back, this time pinning her leg to the mattresswith his foot. No need for hysterics, Mrs.Morgan, he drawled. As tempting a package as you might present,I m a little pressed for time at the moment.I merely need the sheet to tie you up. Tie her up? She couldn t let him do that.If she were tied, she d be no use to Ray.Landis s shoe bit deeply into her calf, effectively tethering her face-down on the bed as he tore astrip from the sheet.Think.She could scream, but that would surely bring the thug from outside, and they d subdue her twice asfast, twice as easily.As she heard Landis rip a second strip, she knew she had to act.Dragging in a deep breath, she kicked with her free foot at the leg that pinned her.Lying face down,she couldn t get much power behind the kick, but somehow the sideways blow managed to dislodgehis foot.It also hurt like hell as his leather-shod foot slid off, since he d been applying considerableweight to her leg.Ignoring the pain, she rolled away, this time gaining her feet.She d almost reached the door whenhe caught her arm.He yanked her back, almost tearing her arm from its socket. I think I mentioned I don t have time for this. Then he struck her a casual, measured clip to the side of her face with the butt of the pistol.White-hot pain exploded in her head.She crumpled.Though her vision grayed, she didn t pass out. There s a good girl. He shoved her back down on the bed.Grace s vision wobbled [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He d grasped her hips and surged into her for another minute,finding his own release in a hot surge of semen. You know what I d like right now? she asked, when their heart rates had returned to normal andthey lay together in blissful exhaustion.His breath whooshed out, half laugh, half groan. Grace, honey, if this is going to require anerection on my part, I should warn you it may not be within my power to grant. She laughed. Nothing quite that hard, if you ll pardon the pun.What I d really like is a cup ofcoffee.A decaf, double cream would be heaven. Now, that I can do. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and rolled away. There s a TimHorton s just down the street.I ll run over and get us some coffee. She lay back, watching him drag on his jeans and pull his t-shirt over his head. A honey cruller, too.And maybe a Boston Cream. Heck, I ll spring for a dozen.Be right back.Remember. Don t open the door for anyone but you, she finished. And throw the bolt as soon as I ve gone. I will. She got up, wrapping the sheet around her, and followed him to the door.He pressed a kiss to her mouth, then left.Smiling, she threw the security bolt.Life was good, she thought as she headed to the bathroom.She had her husband back.Better thanback.In the mirror, she watched her lips curve upward in a satisfied smile.She had Ray s baby growinginside her.And thanks to Ray, there was every chance they d get their lives back, literally.And soon, she would have coffee and doughnuts.Grinning, she turned away from her reflection and started the shower.When the temperature wasregulated, she dropped the sheet and stepped under the spray.Five minutes later, as she toweledherself off, she heard a rap on the door. Just a sec, Ray, she called.Quickly, she tossed the wet towel into the tub, re-fastened the sheet sarong-like around her.Hairbrush in hand, she strode to the door.At the last minute, she remembered Ray s caution andpressed her eye to the viewer.Landis.The hair brush fell to the floor with a clatter. Open up, Mrs.Morgan. Mrs.Morgan? She was registered under a false name.How had he found her? We have your husband. Oh, God! Her heart thundered so loud in her chest, she could barely think.What would Ray haveher do? He d told her not to open for anyone but him.If he were really out there, surely he d call out,tell her what to do. Mrs.Morgan? Are you going to open this door? I don t believe you, she croaked. He d confirm it for himself, but I m afraid he s bleeding rather a lot Don t hurt him! That s entirely up to you, Mrs.Morgan. Grace dragged the bolt back and opened the door.Landis shouldered his way in, pushing her backward with a grip on her arm, his other hand brandishing a deadly-looking handgun.She glimpsedanother man in the parking lot, but no sign of Ray. Where s Ray? What have you done to him? Still grasping her arm, he dragged her to the bathroom to satisfy himself she was alone. Yes, well, I m afraid I lied about that part, he said, his tone politely civil. I don t have him.yet.But it s good to know you re expecting him soon.I ve got a charter to catch. Grace tried to wrench away from him, but he tightened his grip on her elbow so hard it felt likebones were rubbing together.Tears sprang to her eyes, blurring her vision. And thank you, by the way, for letting me in.It ll be so much easier, catching him unawares likethis. Bastard. Quite.Now let s get you settled. Before she knew what his intent was, he released her elbow, grasped the sheet knotted between herbreasts and yanked it off.A shove sent her sprawling onto the bed.Panic clawing her insides, sherolled away but he grabbed her foot and dragged her back, this time pinning her leg to the mattresswith his foot. No need for hysterics, Mrs.Morgan, he drawled. As tempting a package as you might present,I m a little pressed for time at the moment.I merely need the sheet to tie you up. Tie her up? She couldn t let him do that.If she were tied, she d be no use to Ray.Landis s shoe bit deeply into her calf, effectively tethering her face-down on the bed as he tore astrip from the sheet.Think.She could scream, but that would surely bring the thug from outside, and they d subdue her twice asfast, twice as easily.As she heard Landis rip a second strip, she knew she had to act.Dragging in a deep breath, she kicked with her free foot at the leg that pinned her.Lying face down,she couldn t get much power behind the kick, but somehow the sideways blow managed to dislodgehis foot.It also hurt like hell as his leather-shod foot slid off, since he d been applying considerableweight to her leg.Ignoring the pain, she rolled away, this time gaining her feet.She d almost reached the door whenhe caught her arm.He yanked her back, almost tearing her arm from its socket. I think I mentioned I don t have time for this. Then he struck her a casual, measured clip to the side of her face with the butt of the pistol.White-hot pain exploded in her head.She crumpled.Though her vision grayed, she didn t pass out. There s a good girl. He shoved her back down on the bed.Grace s vision wobbled [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]