Surviving Brooklyn (Brooklyn Series Book 1) by Elizabeth York

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    This was what I needed at the moment. He rode me hard and fast. I didn’t see my orgasm coming until it was upon me. It was intense. My body bowed against the wall and forced him farther inside me. The bite of pain from it sent me spiraling to the heavens and cresting before collapsing on his shoulder as he drove me down the cliff.
    I felt the stirring in my stomach and swore it couldn’t be true. One orgasm was all I ever managed vaginally, but here it was, coming on me fast. I squirmed trying to escape the impending orgasm that would steal my soul, but it was too late. I bit down on his shoulder to keep my screams down as I hit and slapped at him when it peaked and sent me over the edge.
    He rode me down my orgasm, whispering something I couldn’t understand. My heart roared with energy as it tried to beat out of my chest. My adrenaline rush exited in my orgasm and I was suddenly very tired. Mark pumped into me a few more times before throwing his head back and gritting his teeth. His orgasm had him leaning his head on the cool wall and looking down into my eyes.
    He lowered me and we both got dressed. My legs were once again like jelly and I struggled with staying upright. The lack of sleep and parade of emotions had me crashing to the floor in pure exhaustion. Mark started the elevator again and helped me get dressed during our descent.
    “Brooklyn, want to tell me what happened here?” Mark asked as he helped me get my boot back on.
    “I needed some air, and there was a man here. He was dressed as a guard, but the things he said made me think it was him.”
    Mark helped me to my feet and kept an arm around me as he inspected me.
    “We will talk about this, Brooklyn.” He waved at the air around us. “You have put me off or run away each time I try. Now after you explain the flowers we are going to have a cup of coffee and you and I will discuss this thing that is happening between us.”
    “Mark, I can’t handle hearing the words come out of your mouth that you don’t want me. Put it off a few more days or a week, please.”
    He seemed to ignore me and snapped the holster shut on my pants.
    “I can’t keep passing work onto others so I can soothe you. I left work when you got nauseous, and here I am again helping you cascade down an adrenaline mountain. I need to be able to focus and I can’t when you look at me the way you do.”
    “How do I keep looking at you?” I ask in a whisper, unable to meet his eyes.
    “You stare at me with those deep blue eyes, and I can see you love me. Your full pouty lips beg me to kiss them. Your voice quivers when you get excited, which is the same thing it does when I am deep inside you. Your skin flourishes to life when I touch you. Everything about you pulls me in so fast that I have to run the opposite direction just to catch my breath.”
    I decided it was time to get off the subject. I knew if he went into any further detail someone would end up hurt and it would most likely be me. I wonder how he came to be here when I was here.
    “How did you find me?” I asked softly.
    “Your phone has its GPS on.”
    “Who ratted me out?” I asked, trying to hide the guilt that followed. I knew someone was in trouble for my actions.
    “The cops you sent for breakfast have been relieved of duty pending an investigation.”
    There was the guilt. It came up and slapped me in the face. I never meant for anyone to get into that much trouble. I just wanted five minutes of freedom.
    “This was my fault, not theirs. Tell me how to help them.” I pleaded with the friend in Mark, hoping the detective in him didn’t have any control in this.
    “You helped them by getting them suspended. They both knew better than to take orders from anyone except their direct supervisor.”
    Another wave of guilt pierced my stomach and I felt sick. I was thinking about myself and my feelings, using others for my own gain without considering the impact it would have on their families. I