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TALON

I never understood the term ‘seeing red’, and after today, I still don’t. There was no red when I entered and heard Ezra causing a ruckus. In fact, all the color drained from the world until there was nothing but a black void surrounding my mind with a single word screaming in my head.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

And I would’ve. Bad as it would’ve been to deal with the cleanup, that piece of shit got lucky Gracie was here. The angel on my shoulder who talked me off the ledge and drew me into her arms. Ironic, isn’t it? She’s both the victim and the savior in it all.

And that’s why I’ve got my tongue halfway down her throat, shuffling awkwardly through the back halls of the bank to wherever she’s leading me.

She grins at my intensity, but doesn’t bother stopping the beast she has awoken from claiming what’s his.

Not while I work the buttons of her blouse until her tits are hanging in her bra, or while I hoist her skirt high above her waist to get a feel of her ample ass.

She wants this to happen. Right here at her own workplace.

Only difference between us? I need it.

“Y’know, I’ve always wanted to do this,” she says, as we reach the end of a long hallway. Her words barely pierce the fog in my mind.

“Huh?” A sound that could mean so many things. What did you say? Please continue. Literally anything she could associate the noise with is good enough for me.

She opens a door at our side, as the first of what I know will be many moans leaves her lips when I start kissing her neck.

My appetite for her was bad before last night, but after it, I’m hooked like a crackhead trying to score his next fix.

Never enough, but always the best damn thing when I’ve got it in my hands.

Gracie snakes a hand behind my neck, locking my head against her skin. I follow long strokes from my tongue with grazes of my teeth, leaving my mark to show the world she’s mine. All mine. Anyone who wants to screw with her has to walk a long, treacherous road.

Gracie pulls me inside, refusing to break my kiss on her neck as she fiddles with a ring of keys.

She finds the right one and slots it into an iron gate, and I take the time to move lower.

Her shoulder, giving it the love it deserves, down her chest, until I’m scrunched over with my face between her tits.

She releases the lock, and with the gate swinging open, I pull her up into my arms for easier access to her tits.

My tongue finds the groove of her cleavage, sinks as far as it can go before hitting her lacy white bra strap.

I bite into the material and tug at it like a savage animal until it moves below her nipple.

“This is the only place in the entire bank that doesn’t have cameras.” Her voice is fluttery, but she wants to get the message out no matter what. “Well, here and the restrooms.”

With a scumbag who let Ezra Green keep Gracie here for hours, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were cameras in the lady’s room. And if I weren’t hell bent on mouth-fucking her breasts, I might’ve even made the joke to show her how calm she makes me.

It’s deathly quiet inside the vault. Lockers of various sizes and shapes line the walls all around us, with a steel table in the center of it. Empty now, but the silver tray atop it tells me this is where they store their cash for day-to-day operations.

“We might not be screwing on top a bed of money, but with a quarter million in valuables inside this vault, it’s the closest we’re gonna get,” she snickers.

“If we do this at the clubhouse, your dream can become a reality.” There’s cash in abundance there, usually our ill-gotten gains stacked high until we can ship them off to the various laundry sites.

Enough talk. Enough thinking. Back to my task at hand.

Resting Gracie’s ass on the table, I suck her nipple between my lips. Her head snaps back at the sensation, and she chokes out a giddy moan. I flick my tongue over the pointy nub.

Gracie doesn’t let me get too carried away, however. She presses the tip of her index finger into my chest until I take a step back, pouting frustratedly. She pushes off the table, slowly spinning in the half-dressed state I put her in, until her back is to me.

She tilts her head over one shoulder, those big blue eyes inviting me closer, before bending forward and pushing her ass out in my direction. Her matching white lace panties brush over my cock, making my body spasm in electric anticipation.

I slide my hand between our bodies, at first to get her excited, but her silky liquid coats the digit in an instant, telling me she’s ready for me.

“Don’t waste time, just give it to me,” she coos. “Someone’s gonna realize we’re back here soon.”

I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and, with a single tug, they fall to the floor. My cock springs out, settling in the groove of her ass and that alone is enough to make my legs turn to jelly.

Peeling her panties to the side with one hand, I guide my erection to her pussy with the other. My breathing hastens the closer I get until I’m panting and moaning. Haven’t even penetrated her, and I’m already a mess.

“I fucking love you, you know that?” It pours out of me as my tip slots against her entrance. A wide ‘o’ shape forms on Gracie’s mouth, and her eyes widen to the size of the moon, but I don’t allow her the time to process it before sliding deeper into her wetness.

She howls, and those wide eyes shift to rolling with every inch. Until I’m sunk to the hilt, squeezing her hips for stability, and panting.

Gracie wriggles her ass against my throbbing manhood, taking a few seconds to accustom to the fullness.

“I fucking love your cock.” She starts grinding from side to side, taking control and sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my body.

“I fucking love that you’ll do anything for me.

” Slow and steady, she rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet, sliding all the way up my cock.

“I fucking love you.” Finally, she plunges back, slamming my full length back inside her, with erratic, elated sounds blasting through the quietness.

Hard as I try, there’s no holding back. With my hands still firmly gripped on Gracie’s side, I meet her thrust for thrust. She sputters and makes noises that drive me crazy, now and then trying to look at me over her shoulder.

She never makes it all the way when another thrust sinks her head into the table.

And if I could go on forever, I would. Stuck in time with her right here, in bliss, happiness, and pleasure.

But where the mind is willing, my body is weak. My balls start to tighten after what feels like seconds. My toes start to curl, and my muscles start to stiffen.

No, not yet.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” Gracie asks, like she can read my damn thoughts.

I don’t even have the strength to answer. Cresting over the edge of glory, as my body’s betrayal releases in an earth-shattering explosion, toppling me forward on top of her.

I find the strength to move, flopping to her side on the table, my rapid breathing, uncontrollable. She spins around too, frantically giggling, letting her hand find its way to my aching manhood.

“Y’know, they’ll probably axe you for bringing me back here, right?” I speak when some semblance of strength returns to me, staring at the long tube light on the ceiling.

“Fuck ‘em then,” she says, mimicking the action of smoking a cigarette. “I don’t need anything else as long as I’m at your side.”

“You’re damn right about that. Two drifters, together through life.” I slide an arm under her neck and pull her closer to me. “Now, let’s get out of here before the cops come.”

And like two naughty kids up to no good, we do leave. Out of here and into the rest of our lives together.