Reviewing restaurants is normally a safe pursuit, but Lorne and Catherine face torture and death when they try to unravel organised crime's infiltration of the fine dining scene.
Their longstanding friendship deepens when they meet again seven mont...
After Catherine's breathing had settled, Lorne said, "Makes sense for me to pull out. Let you sleep."
"No way! It's such a heavenly sensation having you stretch me awake like that. Then the throbbing — my God! You sure do your nightly exercises with vigour."
"Guess I'm never awake for them." He laughed. "They come in deep sleep, REM sleep, I read. Three, four, five times a night, sometimes more."
"I'll gladly keep count for you. You've done three already. Stay in my cockpit." She laughed loudly. "I can catch-up on my sleep tomorrow in Tastevin's cockpit as we sail." She did a few Kegels.
"Oh, my God! God, you're strong." He rocked his hips. "That's quite the grip."
"Been doing Doctor Kegel's exercises for a long while. Five years, maybe six." She squeezed him again. "My yoga teacher told me it makes orgasms easier and more intense. By that time, Nathan had lost interest. Do you like it?" She did another and held it.
"Oh, my God! Yes! That's so exciting. You grabbing me like that."
"Nathan said it made him lose concentration."
"Christ! It jacks mine way up." Lorne kissed her neck and shoulder as he reached his hands down and grabbed her butt cheeks. "We're all made so differently. So amazingly differently. I love your differences — all of them."
He woke with the alarm. She was already awake enjoying his morning stiffness, so he moved to increase her enjoyment.
"Morning," Catherine said as she moved into synch with his gentle thrusts. "This is nine."
"Nine?" He tried to shake off his sleep. "What's nine?"
"Your count." She snickered. "And this in the old British measurements." She ground more vigorously.
"You get any sleep?"
"A bit. Between arisings. You're so much more interesting to exercise with than my kGoal."
"What's that?"
"An inserted device for exercising. It measures the strength of my squeezes and gives me feedback."
He tilted his head. "Really? How does it operate?"
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She reached across and opened the bedside table drawer. "This links to an app on my phone, recording the progress." She gave him a series of squeezes, receiving his moans and grinds in response. "Each effective squeeze also sets off a brief vibration as a reward, both inside and on my clit."
He ground again. "Like this, but better?"
"No. Like that, but not as good."
Catherine squeezed a long series, each tighter than the last, and she chuckled at his moans and grinds. "Far better than the kGoal."
