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wanted to make sure you got home all right.”
    “Is the Marine there?” Her father shouted in the background.
    “That’s none of our business if he’s there!” Patricia snapped. “Just as long as you don’t do anything you’ll regret later, sweetheart. Remember, if a man can get his butter for free, why pay the dairyman?”
    Angela gritted her teeth. “I got home fine, Ma. I was just about to eat breakfast. Can we talk later?”
    “Uh-huh.” Patricia sounded all-knowing. “He’s there, isn’t he?”
    Yes, Mother, he’s here and after breakfast he’s going to take me upstairs and fuck me even better than he did last night.
    Abe glanced at her with a raised eyebrow as he placed aside his coffee mug and squatted beside her, sliding a hand up her skirt and stroking her clit through her satin underwear.
    Stop it , she mouthed the words silently, resisting the urge to giggle.
    “Sweetheart?”
    “Mother, I have to go before my eggs get c-cold.” Angela’s pulse raced and she tried to keep her voice steady as Abe tugged down her panties and stroked her clit with his index finger while his thumb slipped partway into her damp pussy.
    “Angela, are you all right? You sound strange.”
    That was probably because Abe was now under her dress, his tongue and lips toying with her clit. Shock combined with sensation almost knocked Angela off her feet.
    “I’m fine, Ma. Just st-starving. I need to eat. Bye.”
    Angela slammed down the receiver and leaned against the kitchen cabinet, panting, her pulse racing.
    “Abe, stop it!”
    His tongue thrust into her pussy then ran down her clit and circled it with sinful skill.
    When he pulled back, she thought she’d die from need. This man’s touch was becoming an obsession. Her body ached for him as much as her spirit cried out for him.
    “You really want me to quit it, Angela?”
    “No. God, no.” She closed her eyes as his hands cupped her buttocks and he resumed licking and sucking her swollen, aching clit.
    “Crazy, I must be crazy!” she gasped. “Oh, Abe! Oh!”
    Her words turned to a high-pitched cry of fulfillment as he rested the flat of his tongue to her clit and pressed with quick pulsations until she came. If not for his hands clasping her bottom, she probably would have fallen on the floor. Smiling, she rested limply against the cabinet, warmed from the inside out. The man roused giddy yet sensual feelings from deep inside her. He nourished them with loving caresses, masculine, throaty whispers, and tenderness reflected in eyes that had seen the worst life had to offer. Knowing that he could treat her with such care, that he hadn’t grown completely hard in spite of all he’d endured, touched her profoundly.
    Abe ducked from under her skirt and slid up her body, holding her close. The thickness of his erection pressed against her and she couldn’t resist reaching down to trace it through his pants.
    “Never in my life have I imagined anything like that, Abe.” She touched a hand to her cheek. “I must be blushing like crazy.”
    “Yeah.” He grinned. “Your pretty cheeks are about as red as the devil’s hiney.”
    She grasped a dishtowel and playfully slapped him with it. “That was a wicked thing you did! I was on the phone with my mother!”
    “And you looked mad enough to say something you might have regretted later. I was just trying to save you from yourself, darlin’.”
    Angela laughed. “You, Master Sergeant Forbes, are incorrigible.”
    “And damn hungry. So how about those eggs?”
    While Angela finished preparing breakfast, Abe switched on the small television at the end of the table and turned to the news.
    “Maybe they’ll say something about when this ice will melt,” he said.
    “Good idea. I hope it’s not too—” Angela’s voice faded as she approached the table, spatula in hand, and stared at the television screen. Rage boiled inside her at the sight of police attempting to restrain a group of screaming war