“I want to feel you come with me,” she purred.
Arching his back like a bow, he shot his arrow deep into her target. Her pussy clenched his shaft, milking him of his fluid. His throbbing brought her another wave of convulsions.
Spent, Miranda collapsed on his chest, gasping for breath. Eli stroked her hair while she listened to his heartbeat gradually return to normal. Lying in his arms, she felt oddly serene, as if they’d known each other for years instead of hours. She was just about to doze off when he asked, “Did you save room for dessert?”
Card 1: The Magician
After four days at Sybil’s isolated retreat, Miranda felt restless. Yes, it was beautiful and peaceful here. But peace wasn’t on Miranda’s agenda. A big country stretched before her, full of adventure, excitement, and interesting people. She’d been waiting seven years to take this trip and she didn’t want to waste a single minute. Who knew how long Eli might have to stay here, hiding from the bad guys who intended to destroy him like they’d killed Meditrina’s grapevines?
She liked Eli. And she admired his ability to remain cheerful in the face of danger—he insisted that if his days were numbered, he didn’t intend to spend them worrying. Someday he might become my husband, but I’m not ready for commitment yet, Miranda thought . I’ve got things to do, people to meet.
“You’re leaving?” he asked when he found her packing. “Are you mad at me?”
“No, but I really need to be on my way. There’s a lot I want to see and do this summer, you know.”