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From dusk until dawn, I had been his. Body. Mind. And my eternal fucking soul. I could almost see it, laying in the palm of his open hand.

He intertwined our fingers, as our naked bodies pressed together. He kissed my neck, holding me from behind as we faced the morning.

“I’m home,” he whispered. “I’m home, sweetheart. We’re back where we belong.”

I silently wept in his arms, hoping he wouldn’t see. Hoping he wouldn’t notice that my heart was breaking after a glorious night. If I died, and I accounted for my life at the gates of heaven or hell, I could point to this night as the moment I had tasted paradise. Where the world was once as it should be.

If there was a moment that made all the others worth it, it was now.

When they ask me what I lived or died for, there’d be a single name on my lips: George Achilles Campbell.

Chapter 35

Geordie

It was perfect. No gimmicks. No play. Just the two of us. I had walked into the evening with every intention of talking about kinks, and limits. Safe words, and play. But in the end, I had only wanted her. I would eventually get there. To playing with non-consent.

But I had taken, and she had given, and I felt light, knowing that she had submitted to every touch like a willing slave. A lover. A bride.

Since that damned runway show, I always saw her in white. Not just the white and creams she wore, but in the bridal style. I longed to make love to her in a translucent veil, her naked form offered to me, covered in pink rose petals.

Last night, I had read her body, spreading her thighs like the pages of a book to see what gave her pleasure. I’d win her surrender the day I made her my wife. The day she swallowed her pride, gave herself to me in a white dress, and took the name Philippa Briseis Campbell.

“Whatever happens today,” I whispered against her throat, as we lay in bed and I embraced her from behind, feeling the softness of her hair against my bare chest. “Let me protect you. Aye?”

It wasn’t a question. But she nodded. She was uncommonly quiet this morning. I’d think that she was pulling away, except her fingers intertwined with mine. She was holding on to me like I was her life raft.

“As you wish, Geo,” she whispered, and that simple play at obedience made my cock stand up.

I groaned, as she let out a little laugh. “There’s no chance you need it again! Haven’t I satisfied you, sir?”

I moaned again as my cock bobbed against her arse, wishing for one more turn. But we hadn’t the time.

“An addiction can never satisfy the addict,” I bit into her shoulder and she moaned, tilting her head back. I cupped her naked breast in my hand, feeling her heartbeat in my palm. It was exactly where it belonged. “It might just lessen our craving for a moment.”

When the sky changed from orange to blue, the morning was upon us and so was our mission. We were due to be seen at Ventura Beach.

There were several reasons to pick that location. First, there were only buildings on one side, and pure water on the other. If he was going to snipe at me, then he’d do it from a building or window. He may choose a grassy spot, a la grassy knoll, John F. Kennedy assassination, but it wasn’t likely because the ground was always full of pedestrians.

Since we only had to worry about one side, it lessened how much we’d need to scan. It also meant that a helicopter, piloted by Alastair Green and his French friend, could easily fly above the water and see their target. They’d have a very clear line of sight to everything.

Regardless, I’d be on the beach with Pippa, and that wasn’t something to scoff at.

It didn’t take long for us to get up and change. I put body armour on her. Ultra light, thin, and fits like a corset.

“These plates only work once,” I reminded her, cinching the Velcro tight around her waist. “One hit destroys its integrity, and a second shot is probably going to go through. You understand?”

“Yes, Geo, I understand,” she said with a petulant whine.

“Brat,” I grinned as I pushed a lock of that light hair behind her ear. “Something impacts, you get on the ground right away. You understand?”

I took her chin in my hand and placed a kiss on her nose.

“I understand,” she said, her eyes a little glassy as she blinked at me.

“I’ll protect you from there.”

She grabbed me by the bicep, right as I turned away from her. She pulled me to her, grabbing my arms and throwing them around her ribs so that I hugged her.

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