Traitor Heart
Bast
Criminal Intent
The two blonds moved as one--rhythm intensifying as breathing synchronized. The moon through the open curtains frosted their cheeks even as sweat glistened on their brows, their breasts. With a final gasp they swayed, then were still.
Nicole ran her finger along the woman's cheek, brushed her closed eyelids.
"It's all right, pet. He need never know. We have all the time in the world."
"Alex?"