Page 64 of Caged By the Ruthless Thief

Her smirk is gone, replaced by a smile. Her legs grip my hips, and I can tell when I push my hands into her leggings, she’s going to be wet. And hot. “What about after that?”

“I’m going to fuck you again.”

“Nico, we can’t have sex all day.” She stops and looks out the window. “We could, but that’s not what I’m talking about. What are you going to do about...you know, the after stuff?”

“After stuff?”

“After your decommission.”

“Annabelle, why aren’t you asking Holter this? Or Eros? He doesn’t have a job either.”

“Because they have hobbies. And Eros has a job.”

“Oh, does he now? What does he do?”

She shakes her head and squeezes me with her legs again, her pussy running the length of my hardened cock.

I lift her up, but not off me. “If you’re going to ask questions, so am I.”

“Fine, I want to know what you’re going to do after theCentauribecause a guy like you is used to bossing—running—a big organization. And you won’t have a crew to run anymore.”

“But I’ll have you.”

“Exactly.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“There’s lots I want to do. Oh, oh...” She jumps off me so fast I can’t snatch her back. A half-minute later, she’s back with a file in her hand.

“What do you have there?”

“It’s the money you had transferred to my account.” She holds the paper out to me.

“And?”

“And I want you to have it back, both of you. It’s a lot.”

“No, it’s yours.”

She sinks to the sofa between Holter and me. He sips a cup of tea, an amused expression on his face.

“Okay, what if I spend some of it and then we put the rest back in a family account?” she asks.

“Some, as in you’re going to buy a book or some clothes?”

“I was thinking about a block.”

“No.” Holter gets it out before I can.

“Why not?”

“Because if you have a block, then...” Holter frowns.

“Then what?”

“It’s best if you don’t.” He puts his cup down next to her mug, the bright atrocity that it is.

She moves over to him, snuggling into the crook of his arm. “Why?”

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