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“It would be the greatest of pleasures to free the titties,” I say, kissing her shoulder as I lean against her front, to unhook the bra behind her back.

The garment removed and her beautiful, magnificent, perfect breasts freed, she throws her head back and sighs as she massages her breasts. It’s not at all erotic, purely a moment of relief, but I still watch with enjoyment.

Then, abruptly, she flings herself backward to the mattress, angling her toes toward me. “You can do the panties.”

“I thought you hated that word.”

“I do. I’m saying it out of some kind of perverse enjoyment. Panties, panties, panties. Ugh. Horrid word. Just get them off and cuddle me, would you?”

I make short work of sliding the undergarment off of her, leaving her nude. I just stare at her for a long moment.

“Quit ogling me, Apollo,” she mumbles, not opening her eyes, flinging a hand up to reach for me. “You’re gonna get me six ways to Sunday and then some, once we’re rested. Just get down here and hold me.”

There are fresh, alert A1S guards on the roof, in the stairwell, and in the lobby. Spaulding is dead. His men are dead. Reports are made. Interviews are done. There’s nothing to do and nowhere to go.

It’s really, finally over.

I shuck my underwear and climb into bed behind Corinna, my love, my darling.

Spoon behind her. Fill my hands with her warm soft skin, my nose with her scent. Her butt presses into the hollow of my hips and knees, our thighs mated, her backs to my front.

I take a deep, slow breath of peace, of safety, of home.

And then I fall asleep.

20

Forever, Starting Now

Idon’t know how long we sleep. I wake up and find that Apollo has set several chilled bottles of water on the bedside and some aspirin. I take them, and sit a moment in bed beside him, enjoying the cold water in my parched mouth. I notice the open bottle of aspirin on his bedside table, and a finished bottle of water.

I’m still woozy.

It’s dark. I don’t look at the clock, don’t care. I just curl up behind him and go back to sleep.

When I wake next,it’s dawn. Gray-pink light filters through the windows.

Nope, still sleepy.

Again,I wake up. It’s full daylight.

Apollo is behind me, now. His hand is loosely cradling my breast, which puts a smile on my face.

His cock is hard, poking against my ass. This too puts a smile on my face.

I’m awake now. And very, very eager to make good on the promises I made to him—whenever and wherever that was. It’s all a blur.

What do I want to do with him first? Stay like this and just…slip him inside me? Roll my ass against him until he comes, just like this, on our sides, lazy and sleepy?

Maybe.

Or just turn to my back and take him in my hands and play with him. Let him make a mess all over himself…and then lick it all away. I’m a dirty, dirty girl, and I’d do exactly that and enjoy every drop of my man’s seed.

Maybe.

Or slip under the covers and take him in mouth, and worship him with my tongue? Slurp and lick and gobble him under the blankets, tease and toy with and suckle him until he comes down my throat?

I think yes. It will be a delightful way for him to wake up.