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“Thanks.” Longarm carried his gear up the staircase to his room. Everything he remembered about Leah said that it wasn’t at all too late for him to pay his call now. He’d just stop in his own room long enough to drop his things

there and give himself a quick washup—he hadn’t had a bath since the last time he slipped and slid his way through Aggie’s cavernous flesh—then pay his respects to the lovely Leah.

Chapter 33

This was better. This was the way it was supposed to be. Longarm stretched, feeling loose and content now, and pulled Leah tight against his chest, her breasts warm and soft against his sweat-filmed skin.

It was amazing, he realized. Point by point and item by item, anybody taking a close inventory would have to say that Agnes Able was far and away the more desirable of the two women.

Aggie was younger, prettier, better built. Likely smarter too if it came down to it. Certainly the more decent and respectable of the two. After all, Aggie was a lawyer. Leah was a former whore trying to make her fortune by indulging the vices of men.

Yet there wasn’t any question which of the two genuinely lovely women Longarm enjoyed being with. In bed Aggie was selfish and petulant and basically inept. Leah was as giving as she was knowledgeable. And that right there was the biggest difference between them. Aggie took without a thought to giving. Leah wanted to give back at least as much as she got. Longarm was damned glad to be where he was right now.

“I like it when you look at me like that,” Leah whispered.

He raised an eyebrow. “An’ how would that be?” he asked.

“I don’t know how to explain it. Like you just were doing.” She smiled. ‘There! You’re doing it again.”

Longarm grinned and kissed her. “I dunno, woman. You might be ’bout half crazy.” Her hand crept between their bodies to find his cock and gently fondle it. “A nice kind o’ crazy, that is,” Longarm amended.

His breathing had barely returned to normal after the first passions of greeting were spent. Now Leah was wanting to start all over again? He sure as hell hoped so. In fact, if she hadn’t been the one to suggest it, he would’ve.

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