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“Yes. Fuck yes,” It wasn’t the most intelligible answer, but she gave him the permission he needed to bury his cock inside her one last time and with a guttural moan, take his own pleasure.
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FR E L INR AY
The address that Giles had given him was on the twenty-seventh floor of an office building.
It was loaded with cameras and Ray could see no way to case the place without being spotted. Sure, he could fly up and smash a window, but that would draw too much attention and it didn't guarantee that Rose would close up shop and disappear into the ether the next day.
“We could get Luis to do it,” Ray suggested.
“Luis is already close enough to trouble because of me. This is my turn. It'll be fine,” Jesse told him.
“I never realized how much Olivia's studio was like a one woman counterfeit shop,” Jesse said as she printed out a laminated badge. She'd already put the finishing touches on her outfit and soon stood there like an overworked, underpaid cleaning lady.
“One doesn't stay under the radar without learning a few tricks of the trade,” Ray said. It was useful to have someone who could keep up with documentation that proved he wasn’t a thousand years old, and Olivia had been good with the artistic eye for just the right amount of truth mixed with the lies. Ray still didn't like this plan. It was dangerous and he'd told her so, but she was intent on seeing it through.
“I'll be in and out in a few minutes. Just enough to take a look around and then, poof, I'll be back downstairs. You obviously can't go. They'd catch you in an instant.”
Jesse could do it. No one looked twice at a maid. She could grab the trash and in a few minutes of looking around, get a very good idea of what they were dealing with.
But if Pablo was there, he may very well want to try and finish the job he failed to complete the other day, and Ray would not be there to stop them. Chances were that at 8:00 PM, the place would be deserted and everyone would be just fine.
That didn't stop the tingling sense of doubt.
Jesse approached him. He loved the way that she rubbed her hands along his chest and followed the line of his muscles around his hips. She tested the firmness of his ass with her hands.
“So tell me... Why do you only wear this little shorts number? I mean it's hot and all, but isn't it a little impractical?”
“What’s impractical is going into stone sleep with any clothes on. They don't change with me.
This fabric does. It's the last bit that I have. Besides, have you ever tried to put on a sweater with wings? That is impractical.”
“So the people on your planet don't actually wander around with such little clothing?”
“I'm sorry to disappoint you.” He said with a laugh. She did look disappointed, but only for a moment. Then she went back to fondling his cock again.
“So we have an hour or two,” she hinted. Yes, they'd both agreed it was better to wait until after sundown. Then he would have the cover of darkness just in case the shit hit the fan. But that was not what he wanted to think about while her hand stroked his cock.
He popped the buttons on her shirt one by one, taking care not to rip them off. It wouldn't do to waste her time sewing them back on. Her sports bra flummoxed him. It flattened her luscious curves and he had no idea how to get that thing off. He went for the zipper on her trousers instead. She giggled, but let him proceed. Jesse's hand was not still. She was busy outlining his cock, tracing her way down the length of one side and back up the other.
Ray slid her trousers down and cupped her ass with his hands. He tested the weight and then pulled her closer to him.
“Why don't you take off your short shorts?” Jesse hinted.
“I will if you take off that contraption hiding your breasts.”
She laughed and pushed back from him. With a few miraculous twists of her arms, she was free of it. She turned around and put his hands on her breasts. His fingers found her nipples. They were hard but got even more pointed as he played with them.
“Is that better?” she asked.
“Mmm, yes.” His cock pressed forward, finding the fold between her ass cheeks.
“But you haven't held up your end of the bargain,” she teased.
“You grabbed my hands. How am I supposed to take off any more when my hands are busy?”
“Okay, you can remove your hands for a moment.”
