Dead Love - By Wells, Linda Page 0,18

black lace thong panties and black strapless demi-cup bra, black capris, and a white off the shoulder cashmere sweater with three-quarter length sleeves. Diamond drop earrings were her only jewelry and they shimmered against her long black hair. Black spiked heels completed her ensemble. She loved dressing for him. After adding red lipstick and heavy eyeliner and mascara to accentuate her exotic almond eyes, she touched perfume to her wrists and cleavage. Now she just had to double check on dinner and wait for him. She was breathless and couldn’t believe this wonderful man was in her life.

Suzy was impatient to see Max. She wanted to feel his touch and his mouth on hers. He was all she could think about every moment of each day. He should arrive soon but Suzy knew traffic was heavy on Fridays with commuters leaving Washington. The drive would probably take at least an hour and a half.

Suzy’s cell phone rang and she saw it was Max.

“Hey, baby. Where are you?” she asked. She was so happy to hear his voice.

“I’m just punching in the security code at the entrance. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he said.

“Hurry,” she said, and hung up.

As she opened the door, he couldn’t restrain from embracing her, his arms so tight around her, his mouth on hers, his tongue in her mouth, and she gave herself to him completely. Their deep wet kisses heightened their desire. He slid his hand under her sweater, touching her firm round breasts. Still holding her, he leaned against the front door to close it. He kept his mouth on hers, licking her lips, sucking her tongue, devouring her as he unzipped her capris and slid them off. He pushed her hard against the wall. His kisses could make her come, but she wanted to feel him inside her.

She kept saying, “Max, I want you, now.”

Max whispered, “I want you, baby.”

He was out of control. He ripped her panties off, unzipped his pants, and lifted her, her legs wrapped around his waist. He entered her, both of them panting. He moved inside of her, and she responded, and moved against him with each thrust, until they both reached their peaks of desire. Neither wanted to let go or stop. She felt his hot liquid inside her and loved that part of him that was now part of her. She knew she was his for the taking, now and forever. They stayed together, with lingering kisses, sliding to the floor. He was tender, loving, kissing her, telling her she was his, and no one could touch her but him, ever. She belonged to him.

Later, after their sumptuous candlelit meal, they sat nestled close together in her cozy den, sipping the richness of the Grand Marnier, while listening to classical music. They were learning about each other’s backgrounds, and Suzy told him about her heritage, her early years with her family, the trips they made to Hong Kong, and why she had pursued her career path. Max was a bit older, almost twelve years, but it made no difference. He was all she wanted, a steady hand at the helm of her unsteady life. She hoped he would never let go.

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19

The phone rang, startling Mike. He had been concentrating on the article he was editing for Science Today magazine.

He picked up his cell phone. “Mike Ryan speaking.”

“Mr. Ryan, this is Jane Phillips, head nurse at Johns Hopkins University Hospital emergency room in Baltimore.” Mike was familiar with the world-renowned teaching hospital and biomedical research facility.

Mike quickly responded. “Yes, how can I help you?” he asked, thinking it was a call about his recent article on stem cell research.

“Mr. Ryan, your wife, Maggie, has been admitted, and we would like your permission to treat her,” she said.

Mike, shocked, exclaimed, “There’s some mistake. My wife, a flight attendant, is working a flight to Miami. You must have another patient by that name.”

“No, Mr. Ryan, your wife became ill on the flight. The plane made an unscheduled landing in Baltimore, and she was transported to our facility for treatment. She is currently stable, but unconscious, and has many symptoms that resemble a severe virus. Century Air operations will be calling you shortly, but they wanted to get her treated and made the quick decision to bring her here before placing calls. It all happened suddenly. Her flight has continued on to Miami, and the crew will call you upon arrival. They knew you would be very concerned.”

“Please