“You’d be good at it. You’re goddamn beautiful. And I bet if I spread you open and tasted you, it would be like heaven. If you can let me take what I want without making a fucking sound…”
I look into her eyes. She’s impatient already. This is how she’s always been with me. Desperate for everything I can give her.
No one has ever wanted me so much. I don’t know why I ever thought I could get this feeling from dirty jobs in the CIA. The only person who could offer it is in the bed with me now. Marjorie squirms under the sheet. She’ll be wet for me already. Goddamn, it’s good. I can count on her. I can count on home.
I’m not alone anymore. Not out there with a gun and a fake ID. I’m where I belong.
“Maybe I’ll let you go.” Marjorie whimpers under my hand. “Or maybe I’ll keep you forever.”
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