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  Devin placed his hands on her waist, lifting her easily onto the hood of the car. Their tongues continued to tangle together, the air heated with their desire. His hands moved to the waist band of her jeans, unbuttoning them. She lifted her hips, helping him to remove them quickly. He broke the kiss, taking scant seconds to remove her sneakers—being careful not to hurt her ankle—and then discarding them with her denims.

  Devin touched her legs, feeling the creamy smooth caramel skin. It became too much, the starving need buried deep within, burning to be released. He ripped her panties fiercely, bringing Miranda’s body closer to his as her legs wrapped around his waist. His cock jumped at the feel of her hot pussy against him. This was what it meant to lose sexual control, he thought as his fingers inched closer to her nakedness. Devin traced the lips of her scorching heat, as her pussy spilled more of its cream, coating his hands with her slickness.

  “Dios, Miranda, I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered while petting her pussy at the same time. His hands traced the bundle of nerves as she arched against his palm, seeking the sexual relief his fingers could give.

  Devin was a lover of the visual when it came to sex. He loved taking the time to stare at her pussy and watch it cream with want under his gaze. He purposely took the time to savor the feel of his thick fingers fucking her cunt. But most of all he wanted to inch his cock in the best sweetness he had ever known, and watch as she exploded under his gaze. No one had ever compared to his Miranda.

  “Don’t talk, Devin. Please, just fuck me.” She moaned loudly.

  He didn’t have a problem with giving her whatever she needed or wanted.

  Miranda arched nearer to him as he brushed her swollen clit, dancing his fingers around it. Rubbing her bundle of nerves with one hand, he released his aching cock from the confine of his jeans with his other.

  His cock tightened so painfully at the feel of her that his balls threatened to erupt too soon. Devin could smell her scent in the air; it only served to fuel his hunger even more. He took his cock in hand, stroking it. The feel of his hand sated the beast temporarily. Devin rubbed the round head of his cock against her wet pussy, coating his cock with her juices. He pushed in slowly, entering her warm, tight pussy. Pleasure rocked through him as he sank in an inch, giving her a little more.

  “Amor, you feel so fucking good and tight,” he whispered, grabbing her hair, using it to anchor her neck back. Devin pinned his gaze on her, wanting to make her understand the intensity of their coming together. “I’d die without you, Miranda.”

  “Devin, por favor, I need more.”

  Devin grasped her thighs harder and sank himself to the hilt. She screamed his name, breaking the silence of the day as he proceeded to fuck her delicious pussy. Her liquid sweetness coated his cock as Miranda arched her back higher. Her tiny nails dug into his shoulders, and the quick, piercing pain only heightened his awareness of her. The pleasure hovered on the edge of extreme as he immersed his senses in the tight feel of her surrounding his cock without protection. It should have worried him, but it didn’t. Miranda was always his, and fucking her skin-to-skin only proved it.

  She was his, completely and utterly his forever. He bent his head to lick at her hardened nipple and took the nub between his teeth. He nipped lightly as her hands flew to his hair, pushing him closer. Devin obliged her by sucking hard, licking at her skin, and marking her.

  He let go of her breasts with a pop from his mouth and rubbed his thumbs over her darkened tips. Her body arched closer to his as she rubbed her cunt against him like a cat in heat, and he continued to fuck her like a starved man devouring his last meal.

  “Devin, I’m coming,” Miranda screamed as her pussy tightened on his cock with a vise like grip. He groaned and continued to fuck her through her orgasm, heightening the intense sensation into a full blown rapture.

  Devin felt the impending climax race though his spine as his balls drew up tight at the base of his cock. Her sweet cream covered his cock and balls. He hoarded to memory the tightness of her cunt, the smell of her cream wafting through the air, and every whimper that released from her lips. His breath came out in pants as heat flashed through him and waves of pleasure enveloped his mind, forcing him to push two more hard thrusts into her. His seed was ripped from his body, the force rapturous as he jerked twice and spilled everything he had to give into her pussy.

  Chapter Six

  Devin picked her up, carried her over to the cabin, and opened the door. The closing of the door echoed through the silence. She sighed, sated with pleasure. Masturbating to the memory of the way he used to make love to her had been a common thing over the past years, but nothing compared to feeling his cock inside of her.

  Wariness dragged her, making her limbs tired. She could sleep forever, now knowing that Devin was here to protect her. She desperately wanted to give her heart to him once more, but Miranda knew she needed to tread slowly. The decision to leave him had been her choice but, with each passing second that she spent with him, Miranda knew that it had been a mistake.

  The softness of a mattress at her back broke her reverie as Miranda opened her eyes to see Devin staring at her. She sat up, determined to speak to him about what was happening between them.

  “We need to talk about us.”

  “We have time for that, querida. You need your rest. By the time you wake up, I should have some soup ready on the stove.”

  “Okay, I could use some rest.”

  “The bathroom is to your left. All that you need should be there. Just yell, if you need anything else,” he whispered as he bent and placed an open-mouth kiss to her lips. He kissed her thoroughly, running his tongue through the inside of her mouth. Miranda moaned, then whimpered as he broke the kiss off and left without another word.

  She rose from the bed and limped to the bathroom. The white tub looked more like a Jacuzzi. Miranda turned the nozzle, placing the gold stopper in the bottom of the tub. Applying two capfuls of soap under the spray, she waited until the bubbles appeared, before stepping in. Laying her head back against the rest, she sighed as the heat saturated into her tired bones.

  She knew Devin was giving her space to think, which was something she appreciated greatly. The rollercoaster ride she had been on for the past two days had been a tiring and worrisome one. To have the lives of millions of people in your hands was an obligation she never thought to have. When she had taken over as the vice president of Sterling Corp.’s Research Department, Miranda knew her life would change. But she had achieved so much in the process. Her job was to ensure timely distribution, but she had worked on the formula herself, developing the breakthrough vaccine. The weight of the world rested on her weary shoulders.

  Miranda stepped out of the tub, slightly limping as she reached for the towel. She dried herself quickly and returned to the bed, immediately seeking the sleep she needed so badly. Knowing Devin was here watching over her was enough to put her mind at ease.

  * * * * *

  “I’m checking in.”

  “What happened between you and Mark?” Lincoln asked.

  “A mistake that shouldn’t have happened. He was assigned to stay by her side at all times. He didn’t, and it could have cost my wife her life,” Devin replied angrily. “I abhor mistakes in this line of work, Lincoln.”

  “I agree. Mark had originally been transferred from the Federal Bureau of Investigations to this office. He can go back to them for all I care. He’s no longer working for us.”

  “Did you find who’s after Miranda?”

  “We’re working on it. I’ve got Esme personally handling this one. She should be in contact with you shortly. Where are you?”

  “The location stays between me and you. I trust the agents you’ve hired, but I can’t afford the mistake of a leak occurring now.”

  “That goes without saying,” Lincoln agreed.

  “A cabin I bought after Miranda and I separated. If you need me, call my cell. I’ll have her back in New York in th
ree days, but after that I’d like to be reassigned to Spectra’s New York office. I’m off field duty, Lincoln. The occasional business trip will be fine, but my wife will be traveling with me.”

  “Well, it’s about time you got your life together, my friend,” Lincoln said with a laugh. “It was pretty tiresome seeing you so depressed all the time. I could use someone like you heading the office over there. Say when, and the position is yours.”

  “Thank you for understanding.”

  “I was married once, too, my friend,” Lincoln replied, loneliness shadowing his voice.

  * * * * *

  Miranda awoke to the smell of chicken soup. The light of the moon shined through the window, and she stared spellbound for a second at the white globe.

  There were times she and Devin would go onto the flat roof of their home, laying a sheet there and making love under the moon and stars.

  A tray of soup and crackers was on the bedside table. Miranda wrapped the sheet around her, swung her legs over the bed, and pulled the tray in front of her.

  Her stomach growled and, for the next few minutes, she relished every bite of the chicken soup. Devin loved to cook, and Miranda had been the recipient of some of the best dishes he could whip up.

  “I’m glad you ate all of that, amor.”

  Miranda dropped the spoon, the clatter echoing through the room as fear raced through her. She half turned and watched as Devin walked over to the bed with a predatory gleam to his eye.

  “Dios, Devin, did you have to scare me?” she asked, annoyed at not having sensed him in the room earlier.

  “Just enjoying the way your lips caressed that spoon,” he murmured.

  Her pussy spasmed at his words. She marveled at the way he could affect her with just a whisper, or by being in the room and watching her.

  She studied him as he picked up the tray and moved it to the chaise. His shirtless chest held her attention, and Miranda stared in fascination at the rippling affect of muscles on his brown skin. How she would love to touch him once more, rediscovering the hidden treasures that she knew held so much pleasure.

  She licked her dry lips. “We need to talk.”

  His eyebrow rose in an arch. “I agree. You first.”

  Oh, god, what if this doesn’t work? She willed herself to begin. “I don’t know….”

  “Amor, tell me what is in your heart. That is all that matters between us. That is all that ever has.”

  “It was a mistake,” she blurted out. She clenched her stomach in as she fisted her hands, careful not to show him that she was shaking. Now that the moment had arrived, she wasn’t sure she could go through with it. Insecurity filled her as she saw Devin’s gaze darken.

  “What was?”

  “Leaving you. I chose my career and was obsessed with it and, in the process, I lost you. A burden had been placed on my shoulders, Devin. One that even I knew I couldn’t carry alone. Yet, I was fanatical about seeing it through, even to the point of walking out on you…on us. I spent these past couple of years regretting every single moment of it. But I couldn’t force myself to pick up the phone.” She stared at his chest. She couldn’t look him in the eye, not until she got everything off of her chest. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come back to me and even more afraid that the reason was because you had found someone else,” she murmured, finally admitting her deepest fear.

  “I want you to know,” Miranda continued, her voice a mere whisper. “I was intent on coming after you, once the distribution codes were in. I was hoping that there was still hope for us…that you still felt the same way about me.”

  “Amor, the separation came from both of us. Even if Lincoln hadn’t called me for this assignment, I would have come home. The time for me to settle down and make my home with you has come. The past will stay buried. I never stopped thinking about you, and each minute that passed was spent in agony. We’ve both made mistakes. It’s time we move on. You are and will always be mi amor, my one and only true love.”

  Miranda let the tears spill, symbolically washing her deepest fear away. She hadn’t lost him. “There is still hope for us?” she asked, wanting to hear the confirmation from his lips.

  “As long as I breathe, there will still be hope for us,” he whispered close to her lips, before taking her in an all‑consuming, fiery kiss and stripping the blanket from her body.

  Devin stood, reaching for his jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them off quickly. He eased his hard cock out, stroking from base to tip, tightening his hand on his flesh. His gaze was glued to her in fascination of her naked body. The urge to cum was great, the tingling sensation beginning at the base of his spine.

  Devin gritted his teeth as he closed his eyes and released his cock. The animal in him wanted to mark her with his scent, making sure Miranda knew she was his eternally.

  His heart rejoiced in the fact that he hadn’t lost her and that they still had the love they once shared. He bent, reclaiming her lips in a blistering maelstrom of emotions, tangling his tongue with hers, embedding her taste into his mind and senses.

  Devin pulled away from her and sat down on the edge of the bed as he tugged her facedown across his thighs.

  She yelped, squirming immediately at the new position. “What are you doing, Devin?”

  “You are not getting away with leaving me so easily, amor. There is a spanking that I owe you for even thinking it, let alone actually going through with it,” he growled as he stroked her ass, loving the way her sexy dimples indented her skin. He could see the difference now, the way her body had changed over the years. She was now ripe, voluptuous, more woman to hold on to. “Your body fascinates me, Miranda, and I’m craving to possess it again.”

  He ran his fingers between her pussy lips, loving the way she creamed at his words. At his touch.

  “Devin, you don’t have to say that to me. I know my body isn’t the same.”

  He laughed. She was more worried about her body than the spanking she was going to receive. Even if it took the rest of his life, he was intent on letting her know everyday how beautiful she was to him.

  Devin stilled his hands, making her wonder as to why he would stop. She heard the loud whack, before she felt the fiery heat that spread through her ass. She gasped. The feel of the stinging fire evaporated quickly into need as her cream flowed in response to his smack.

  “Dios, Devin, what are you doing?”

  “Giving you the spanking you deserve. Now, take it like a good little girl.”

  She yielded immediately, willing to submit to him in all ways that would please the both of them. His hot, growled words made her clit throb and her pussy spasm for more. Another whack landed on her ass, and Miranda felt the burning sting all the way to her clit. She needed the pleasure only he could give her to continue.

  Miranda arched her ass against his hand. “Dios, Devin, give me more.”

  “Don’t move,” he said loudly. She stilled, following his orders, helpless to deny her arousal and her need for him.

  Devin’s dick throbbed, the head of his cock releasing more of its pre-cum at the sight of Miranda’s red colored ass. He caressed her heated flesh, the warmth of her skin flowing through his hand. Devin bent, placing kisses across her cheeks, as she moaned, arching her ass closer to his lips. His tongue flicked out, and he laved at her skin, administering fiery wet lashes.

  The whimpers and moans coming from her lips, only added to the hunger threatening to take over his control. His body ached to plunge his cock deeply into her. Devin turned her over and rose with her from the bed. Miranda’s eyes widened as he placed her on the mattress.

  “Kneel in front of me, Miranda.” He clasped his hand around the base of his cock.

  She hurried, dropping to her knees in front of him, her eyes widening at the sight of his seed seeping from his cock. He bit back a groan when her pink tongue slipped out to moisten her lips. Devin didn’t wait for her to take the lead as he pushed his cock past her lips. Wet heat enveloped his cock as
her mouth closed around him. He grabbed her hair and pushed farther into her hotness.

  “Dios, Miranda, suck it, amor. Take it in, nice and easy,” he said with a groan, fighting the need to rut in her mouth. She whimpered, the vibrations flowing through his cock, making him tighten his fingers in her hair. Devin watched as she took him in deeper, the head of his cock grazing the back of her throat. Her tongue licked the head of his dick and the underside as she took her time tracing the vein underneath. The urge to come started at the base of his spine as the tingling sensation shot down to his cock.