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  He gasped and shivered as he struggled to master himself. Robin’s mouth was magical. His excitement grew rapidly, the pleasure she produced spreading through his body like fire. It spiraled out of control with appalling speed.

  He laid a hand on her head. “Robin....”

  The warning tone in his voice must have penetrated. She relaxed the muscles of her mouth and throat and let him slide free. “Yes, Victor?” she asked, an impish gleam in her eyes. The fist around the base of his cock tightened.

  He drew a ragged breath and tried to calm himself.

  When he was sure he wouldn’t lose control, he relaxed a little. He smiled down at her, who remained on her knees. She looked very pleased with herself, and he couldn’t blame her.

  He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She looked gorgeous in only lacy blue panties, her breasts bare. He scooped her up in his arms without warning, eliciting a whoop of surprise. She recovered quickly, putting her arms around his neck and grinning at him.

  He walked over and knelt on the bed as he deposited her in the center of it. He took hold of the panties with both hands. She lifted her hips as he dragged them down and off her legs. Her vulva was utterly hairless, a modern fad Robin clearly subscribed to. Victor was still old-fashioned in that regard, preferring his lovers to look like grown women, but he was getting used to this look.

  He removed his boxers before joining her on the bed.

  She rolled over onto her belly and then up onto her hands and knees. She gazed at him over her shoulder with an expectant smile, adding a wiggle of her ass. He moved into position behind her, his hard cock resting in the crack of her ass.

  She hummed and wiggled her ass again. He grabbed her by the hips, thrusting his own slowly. His cock slid back and forth between the cheeks of her ass before he drew back enough to adjust his angle of attack. His cock slid between her legs across her bare, slippery labia.

  He heard her suck in a breath as the tip of his cock nudged at her clit. He drew back, then thrust up and in—and groaned at the slippery friction of her pussy lips yielding to him. He impaled her by slow degrees, reveling in the tight grip surrounding him.

  “Oh...Jesus,” Robin breathed. She bowed her back, pushing herself back and down, anxious to take more of him into her body. Victor happily obliged her, pushing slowly until, to his surprise, he felt her ass pressed against him. She’d accepted the whole length of him.

  She took a couple of long, audible breaths.

  “You okay?”

  “Never better,” she panted. “It’s just...been a while.” She let her head hang down for a moment then lifted it to look at him with a grin. “Don’t keep a lady waiting, Victor.”

  “As my lady commands.”

  He began to fuck her slowly. Every time he pulled back, the shaft of his cock glistened with her juices. Each slow thrust buried him again in her clasping pussy, like a velvet vise. She groaned every time he sank his cock into her pussy, giving a little wiggle of her hips when he was completely engulfed.

  With each cycle, Victor picked up a little speed. Robin began to rock backward, meeting his forward thrusts with greater force. Her groans turned to faint gasps with every slap of flesh against flesh. He was enjoying this very much, but he was in no danger of coming; he got more of a kick out of seeing his lover’s face. This was for Robin.

  And she was enjoying it very much. He began to thrust harder and faster, giving a little snap of his hips with each thrust. Her gasps became louder still. As her excitement mounted, she began to mutter to herself. It was inaudible at first, but soon Victor could hear her chanting, “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!”

  Her orgasm came with little warning. She abruptly went rigid, head thrown back, jaw quivering in a silent cry of ecstasy as her pussy clamped down on the length of his cock. He stopped moving, letting her ride out the spasms.

  The contractions of her pussy muscles stopped. Her whole body sagged, her arms quivering, barely able to support her. He grinned and began slamming into her again.

  She gasped in shock—and then moaned loudly as he drove her to another orgasm. “Oh sweet Jesus,” she cried out as her pussy tightened around his cock again. She shuddered and would have collapsed to the bed, but he leaned forward to wrap his arms around her torso and pull her upright.

  He held her against his body, still impaled on his cock, as her pussy clenched around it repeatedly. When the spasms had ceased again, he lifted her free of his cock and laid her on her back on the bed.

  She lay with her eyes closed, one arm draped across her forehead, breathing heavily. He moved into position above her. His cock was rigid and throbbing in time with his pulse.

  “Oh...wow,” she said. “Just...wow.”

  She opened her eyes and blinked as she focused on him. “Oh really?” she asked, raising her head for a moment to take in the all-too-ready state of his cock. Letting her head drop, she raised her knees and spread her legs.

  “Really.”

  He impaled Robin in one swift move. Her eyes widened for a moment, then she relaxed and gave him a lazy smile. She placed her hands on his shoulders and nodded.

  Victor fucked her. She was as tight as ever, maybe a little tighter after her orgasms. The slippery friction as he rocked against her, within her, was gloriously exciting. She was enjoying it as well. Her breathing began to pick up speed, echoing his own. Her face and chest were flushed, and her eyes began to take on a frantic expression that he was certain she could see in his.

  His excitement was mounting rapidly now, building higher and higher, like a tsunami ready to crash over him. He lowered himself to his elbows, resting a little of his weight against her body, feeling her breasts bounce against him with every thrust of his hips.

  She lifted her legs and hooked her ankles behind him, digging her heels into his ass as he pounded into her. Her hands slid around to his back, her fingers tense, nails scraping against his skin. He was gasping for breath now as well, feeling his control shredding as the pleasure reached unendurable heights.

  She lifted her head abruptly to give him a desperate, open mouthed kiss. He returned it with equal fierceness, pulling her body even tighter against his as he strove for his release.

  She broke the kiss to cry out suddenly. He felt her pussy clamp down around him yet again—and that was the last straw. He slammed himself into her and went rigid, making guttural noises of incoherent pleasure as he came.

  It went on for a very long time. Every spurt of Victor’s semen alternating with another clenching of Robin’s pussy, their mutual ecstasy went on and on.

  * * * * *

  The sheets were crumpled and damp. Her hair was tousled, and strands lay plastered to her face with perspiration. Victor’s broad chest shone with sweat by the light falling through the bedroom window. Her pulse thudded in her temples and fingertips as she regained her breath. Aftershocks of pleasure occasionally sizzled along her nerves, reminders—as if she needed any—of the immense pleasure she’d experienced. Sex with Victor had been far more fun than she’d expected.

  He rolled over, dragging the sheet with him, baring her skin to the cool air. It felt good. His soft laugh of contentment rumbled in his chest.

  She propped herself on one elbow and poked him in the ribs with a finger. “What’s so funny, eh?”

  “Nothing funny. Just enjoying life.”

  “Yeah, I noticed,” she said. “You ‘enjoyed life’ rather loudly there at the end. Whatever will the neighbors think?”

  “That you are an excellent hostess. You go out of your way to see that your guests enjoy themselves.” He looked sidelong at Robin. “That you take great pride—and great pleasure—in doing so. I’m not the only one who enjoyed life rather loudly. And not nearly as frequently as you did.”

  She fell back now, clapping one hand over her face to hide her eyes. “I did, didn’t I?” She had come repeatedly while Victor made love to her. And she’d probably cried out quite loudly as well, though she didn’t really remem
ber. She’d been too caught up in the glorious pleasure she’d experienced to notice such things.

  “Could be worse.”

  “Yeah?” she asked, spreading her fingers so she could peek through them. “How’s that?”

  “You could be house sitting an apartment. Your neighbors probably didn’t hear you wailing like a banshee.”

  “Oh goody.”

  She snuggled up to Victor, draping an arm and a leg across his body. He wrapped an arm around her as she lay with her head on his chest. She stroked his chest with one hand, pacing him, matching her rhythm to his breathing. Soon she began to slow her rhythm, leading him into deeper, slower, more regular breaths. She felt his body relax into sleep and smiled. She kept up the gentle caresses until she was certain he was deeply asleep.

  Moving with exaggerated care, Robin disentangled herself from Victor. She slipped out of bed and ghosted out of the room on her bare feet. Once she’d pulled the bedroom door closed behind her, she felt free to move more freely.

  She went down the stairs to the dining room and retrieved her cell phone from her purse. She hit speed dial and lit a cigarette while the call went through.

  “Yes?”

  She blew out a lungful of smoke. “It’s me.”

  “You were supposed to call earlier.”

  She smiled and wiggled happily. “I was busy.” Busy getting well and thoroughly laid. She heard a snort that said he knew exactly what she’d been busy doing. “You find it?”

  “No.” There was a world of frustration in that one word.

  “So?”

  “We are running down other leads. It is possible he has it with him. Find out.”

  “I will.”

  The line went dead. People never say goodbye anymore. Robin closed the phone and put it away. She remained standing, smoking and thinking. Then she walked into the kitchen to dispose of the butt. On the way back to bed, she stopped in the bathroom to empty her bladder.

  Her image in the mirror wasn’t much of a surprise. Her hair was in disarray, her make-up smudged and smeared. The “just fucked” look if she’d ever seen it. She usually had more self-possession than this. Then again, the sex wasn’t usually so amazing. The thought of a rematch brought a little color to her face.

  She removed her make-up and washed her face, then brushed her hair—and her teeth, regretting the cigarette now. A quick search of the cupboard and medicine chest produced a bottle of mouthwash. She used it.

  Feeling presentable again, she returned to the bedroom. Victor was still asleep. She’d gotten chilly walking around the house nude and wanted to snuggle up to him. But first things first. She knelt by their abandoned clothes and gave his a quick, professional going-over. She found the usual array of items one might expect him to carry, but no jewel.

  That done, Robin returned to bed. She slipped under the sheets and spooned up behind him. The warmth of his body was very pleasant after the chill of the house. She snuggled up to him again and began rousing him with kisses and caresses.

  “Hmm?” Victor made a sleepy sound of surprise.

  “Wake up, sleepyhead,” she whispered. She nipped at his earlobe and kissed him when he turned his head to look at her. “The night is still young.”

  He looked surprised. “I fell asleep? I did.” He turned to face her. “How rude of me—and a little embarrassing.”

  She silenced him with a kiss, then said, “You can make it up to me.”

  His lips curved in a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Love to.” He pulled her into a longer kiss.

  The intensity of the kiss blew through her brain like a hurricane, scattering her thoughts. All she knew was the urgency of his mouth on hers, the single-minded focus of his desire for her, and the matching heat it summoned in her body. Vivid memories of the pleasure she’d felt earlier crowded her awareness. She clutched at him, wanting to pull him closer, wanting to feel his body against hers, inside hers.

  She broke the kiss to gasp for air, feeling renewed desire in her too-small skin, taut and aching to be touched. That was wrong, that wasn’t how it was supposed to be. It should be Victor lying here, desperate for her touch, willing to do anything to feel her body against his.

  Victor tried to pull her into another breath-stealing kiss, but she resisted. He sensed it and relaxed his hold on her. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” she said after taking a calming breath. “I’m...just not—that wasn’t what I meant.”

  “Oh.” Was that disappointment in his voice and face? That pleased her. She wanted more as well. Knowing he was as eager for another round as she was made it easier to play her part.

  She gave him a knowing grin. “Oh, we’ll get to that. I promise. But first....”

  “Yes?”

  “Tell me more about how you went from cranky old man to hot young superhero.”

  “Not a lot to tell.”

  “C’mon, indulge me.” She leaned forward to kiss him. “I’m a reporter. I know there’s gotta be more to the story than you’re telling. People don’t just miraculously grow young again. Something happened to you, didn’t it? ‘Fess up!”

  “Why?”

  “I’ll make it worth your while....” She wiggled her eyebrows lasciviously.

  He smirked. “Been there, done that.”

  She smirked right back at him. “You know you want another taste.”

  He rubbed at his jaw as he eyed her speculatively. “Well, yeah, you’ve got a point there. Okay....

  “I was just sitting around in a retirement home, waiting to die, when I received a package in the mail—a jewelry box.”

  Victor paused, remembering opening it. “It was heavy. I think, looking back on it, that it was lined with lead.” He gave Robin a wry grin. “In retrospect, that should have been a clue.”

  “Who sent it to you?”

  He shook his head. “No idea. There was no return address. I remember a lot of postage. I think it came from overseas...but by the time I thought to really wonder, it was too late to check.

  “I opened it, and there was this ruby—I think it was a ruby—the size of a walnut. Faceted. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I remember wondering who could have sent it to me, and why.”

  “What did you do with it?”

  He glanced at her sidelong. “I kept it with me. Spent the next three or four days looking at it frequently. Held it up to the light and admired the way it seemed to glow.”

  He laughed. “Again, in retrospect, I suspect it actually did glow. But I saw what I expected to see.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean that in the four days I clung to that stone, I felt better than I had in years. I even had an appetite. The next morning I woke up to find the stone cloudy and dark. All the fire had gone out of it. It was just a dull, not particularly pretty rock. A rather depressing sight, to be honest.”

  “And then?”

  He grinned. “And then I had what I thought was a heart attack. When I awoke—in the morgue, remember—I was young again, immensely strong, and injuries didn’t last.”

  “And you think the stone had something to do with it?”

  “Seems a good guess, don’t you think?”

  Robin nodded slowly. “It does. So what happened to the stone?”

  Victor shrugged the question off. “It wasn’t on me when I woke up in the morgue. I was covered by a sheet and otherwise bare as the day I was born. I’ve never seen it since.”

  “Oh.”

  “Disappointed?”

  “What?”

  He rolled onto his side, closer to her, letting one hand come to rest on her bare belly. “Are you disappointed that I don’t have the stone you’re looking for?”

  He watched her thoughts flicker across her face. Surprise at his reaction, then fear. He was very strong, and she was vulnerable if he took it badly. Almost before those reactions had passed, he saw her accept the reality of the situation. She swallowed her fears, considered h
er options, and made a decision. Victor had to admire her for her decisiveness.

  “A little,” she said. “How did you know?”

  “You’re not the first person to quiz me about the stone. You probably won’t be the last. This isn’t a friend’s house, is it?”

  She smiled. “No. The owners are in Europe on a month long vacation. You really don’t have the stone?”

  “I really don’t.”

  “Shit. There goes my payday.”

  “Whatever animating force was in that stone, it’s gone now.”

  Robin brushed the thought away. “Not my problem. I was hired to try to retrieve the stone. If its magic is exhausted, that’s someone else’s worry.”

  “Magic?”

  She shrugged. “Magic, super science, bio-energy—whatever the hell you want to call it.”

  He nodded. “So…now what? Going to search my place?”

  Her grin was amused. “Been done already.”

  “While you kept me occupied?”

  She nodded. “Don’t worry, they didn’t make a mess. You’d never have known they were there if I hadn’t told you.”

  “Huh.”

  “That’s all you have to say?”

  “What else is there?”

  “You aren’t bothered that your place is being searched? That I lured you here under false pretenses?”

  He grinned. “I knew you were luring me here under false pretenses all along.”

  Her eyes widened. “You did?”

  He laughed now. “Yup. And you knew it too. Admit it.”

  She let her gaze slide away from his. “Maybe.”

  “‘Maybe’ my shiny metal ass. I knew you intended to fuck me, and you knew I knew. An interview—hah! I just figured you for a groupie. I didn’t realize I was bedding Mata Hari.”

  She looked at him. “And you really aren’t angry about it?”

  He flashed a grin that faded quickly. “I’m not happy about having my place ransacked. If I ever catch the guys who did it, I’ll kick their asses. And I really don’t have this stone you’re looking for—you and all those others—so if people keep bothering me about it, I’ll get pissed.