Drake Mann is a comic
magician as well as a college student, studying Special Education.
He's fallen for his nephew's teacher, Amalia Capo. Their happiness is
marred by the fact that someone is stalking them and trying to
intimidate them. Drake calls one of his cousins, who happens to be a
police officer who's engaged to an FBI agent. Agent Danielle Torv
comes over to spend the night on the couch in order to keep an eye
on Drake, Amalia, his nephew Davy and his daughter, Shelby.
Drake showed Danielle to the
front room where the fold out couch was neatly made.
"Don't worry about a
thing," she assured them. "I'll check on things during the
night, but I have selective hearing loss." She winked.
Drake hugged her. "Thank
you. This means a lot to me."
"You're family,"
she replied.
Amalia was out of sorts when
they went to Drake's room. She was anxious and nervous. Instead of
trying to make love to her, Drake held out his arms to her.
"If you don't want to,
I'll understand," he assured her. "It's a little weird for
me to have someone else in the house too."
Amalia grinned. "Performance
anxiety?"
"Never. But we aren't
always real quiet. I don't want to make her jealous." He tickled
Amalia's back with his fingers.
She gasped, jumping against
him. It was her most sensitive erogenous zone and he'd found it the
first time they made love. Drake loved the fact that all he had to do
was brush his fingers across it and she'd react favorably. He
massaged it gently and she relaxed against him with her eyes closed.
"You know that makes me
crazy," she murmured.
"Mm hmmm," he
replied, nibbling her ear.
"What about our
audience?"
Drake leaned back slightly,
looking down at her. "Well, I'm a performer, Molly. I love
having an audience."
She smacked him on the
chest. "Oh, you!"
"When I make you
scream, try to muffle it. I don't want Dani coming in here with her
weapon drawn. She might shoot me in the ass."
"That would be
unfortunate. I might not get my orgasm."
"I'd be shot in the
ass," he reminded her.
"Yeah. Bummer. . . .
And I wouldn't get orgasms for weeks while it healed." She
pursed her lips, shaking her head. "I'll be quiet. I don't want
to deprive myself."
"Not to mention, I'd
have a bullet in my ass."
She grabbed his ass,
stroking it. "That would be a pity. You have a very nice ass."
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