of
them was sliding into her, his urgent thrustings sending her into a
spiral of sheer pleasure.

* * * * *

When she fell asleep, it was with Pritchett holding her, relaxed inside
her, murmuring that Ivan had said she liked sleeping that way. And he
was still there when she woke, a comfortable strong presence in spite
of the fact, since the two of them were alone, that she must have
overslept. He was smiling at her, and when she started to pull herself
reluctantly away, he held her gently but firmly where she was. She
started to object--her body was already reacting to him--but he
silenced her with a kiss. "It's okay, little fox," he said
affectionately. "Just relax, trust me. You'll be fine."

"But--"

"Just relax, I said." Pritchett kissed her again, rolling so she was
beneath him as she preferred. "Sis says your drive may very well be
self-regulating, and I'm the lucky one who gets to find out with you.
If not, she left a sedative." He paused, smiling. "It is something
you--and we--need to know." He began moving gently.

He was right, Cortin thought. They should all know her reactions--and
he felt far too good, growing and stiffening inside her, for her to
want him to leave. "Mmm," she agreed, yielding. Last night had been a
feast, she'd loved it and intended to repeat it whenever she had the
time and interested partners--but it would be nice if she could snack,
too, not have to gorge all the time.

"That's my little fox," Pritchett said indulgently. "Are you all
right?"

"I'm fine." He was at his full size now, solid and delightful, his
gentle movements arousing her more slowly than she'd have believed
possible after her recent experiences. "And you feel so good . . ."

"Slow and easy this time, hmm? I think so, too." Pritchett smiled,
kissing her, caressing her breasts. His little fox--their Joanie--was
something special, all right. Even if other women had shared her new
endowments, he didn't know of any who'd have been either willing or
able to delight a group of men the way she had two nights running. It
was too bad she didn't love her Enforcement partners the way they did
her--she must think they came to her only for the sex, which was
laughable. That you could get anywhere, with the right money. But she
was still willing--hell, eager!--to have them.

Their lovemaking was unhurried and thorough, different from any she'd
had since her surgery, but Co