It's a message. If this is going to work, you're right, Richard said. I'd been some woman, some zombie queen slut, forced on him by the upper brass. I settled my cheek against Richard's thigh, the way a cat will scent mark you, rubbing back and forth.
Gregory broke it down because I wasn't answering the phone and he heard screams. I should have, but the feel of their hands on my body, and the view of both of them nude had me distracted. He doesn't want another woman in his life. God, he could be so demanding.
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