Page 54 of Factory Thief

This house seems so empty, so lonely.

It’s as if I never really lived before I met her, even before I went to prison.

I’m kicking myself for not saying something to Victoria about how I feel. I’ve never been more disappointed in myself, in fact. Still, she didn’t say anything about it, either. It was as if these last few days didn’t mean anything to her at all.

I tromp up the steps to the master bedroom, sighing when I see the mattress has been slashed open. Its stuffing has been strewn all about the floor, metal springs exposed to sight.

Their quest for the flash drive knew no boundaries. When I check the bathroom, there’s a pile of broken white porcelain on the tiles in front of the commode. Whoever searched the bathroom must have lifted the lid from the reservoir tank and grown angry when the flash drive didn’t appear.

I sit down on the side of the bathtub and hold my head in my hands. As much as I’d like to convince myself that I don’t care about Victoria, I know it’s not true. There’s no denying how I feel any longer.

I’m in love with Victoria.

Being away from her is killing me as surely as an assassin’s bullet.

My brow furrows with thought.

Should I go back to Victoria and tell her I love her?

Is there even a choice?

I stand suddenly.

I can’t wait another minute.

I need to be back with her.

I drive back to her house, the time it takes seeming interminably long.

When I see her house appear through the windshield, I feel a flood of relief that the lights are still on. I haven’t missed her. Victoria hasn’t jetted off to some new, exotic locale.

I park the car and get about three steps from the porch when the front door flies open. Victoria tromps across the porch and leaps off the steps into my waiting arms. Our lips meet and I crush her to my chest, exulting in the feel of her curved body pressed into mine.

We stagger up the steps and inside her house, our hands roaming all over each other. As soon as the front door slams, our kiss resumes, deeper and more passionate than ever before.

“Victoria,” I gasp. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Jack,” she moans. “I love you. I was so worried you weren’t coming back.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Why didn’t you?”

She’s got me there, so I just go back to kissing her luscious lips. I tug at the collar of her shirt, my fingers picking at the button snaps down the front.

Victoria gasps when I throw her shirt open and reveal her naked breasts. I move in and kiss each of her creamy pink nipples carefully before mauling her neck.

I tug her jeans down, shapely legs appearing from inside the denim tubes. There’s less clothing between us all the time. There had been no preamble, no words spoken, Just mutual need. We need each othernow. As in right now.

I press her thighs apart and run the head of my cock against her gash. Victoria groans, rearing her body up and clasping herself against me.

I slide inside her, eyes squeezing shut as her exquisite soft tightness sheathes my throbbing rod. Victoria cries out, her eyes fluttering closed as I thrust firmly into her body.

Being inside Victoria, experiencing this moment of ecstasy with her, is better than any drug, any rush I’ve ever known. At last we can just be with each other, with no machinations of any kind separating us.

No clothing of any kind, either. Soon, her naked, soft body feels magnificent sliding all over my own. Victoria wraps her legs around my waist, clutching me tight to her with every thrust. Her soft cries grow sharper, higher in pitch, and more frequent as we rock and heave on the sofa.

I strain to hold back until she climaxes. We reach a new height together, her howl of pleasure ringing in my ears. It’s never been this good with anyone else, ever.

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