THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,307

to her, hit the button to turn on the steam, and pick her up with ease. She wraps her legs around my waist and locks her arms around my neck. I nuzzle my nose into her neck. “You didn’t mention the security cameras. What do you think?” I ask.

“Too much,” she coos against the side of my face. “Too much seems to be how you operate these days, though.”

I press my lips to the side of her face. “Too much of this?” I ask, sliding her down my body onto my dick.

Lainey shakes her head, her eyes closed. “Never too much of that.” I walk her into the steam room and fuck her so hard I can’t see straight.

We don’t even use the bench.

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“I. Can’t. Keep. Up,” Lainey says, breathing heavy. We decided to go for a jog on the beach. The morning air is cool and dewy and the silence is peaceful at this time of morning. Well, you know, the silence before Lainey started whining. I laugh. We started about five minutes ago.

“The marathon sex last night didn’t help your endurance much, did it?” Sex. With Lainey. It was so fucking hot. Thinking about it makes me want more of it. The tight black workout shorts she’s wearing make me want more right now. After a long as hell dry spell her pussy wrapped around my cock feels like nirvana.

She grabs my arm to slow me to a walk. “It’s because my endurance is all used up. Plus, my vagina is baboon style. Totally Animal Planet stuff going on. All red and wet and overused. I can’t take the D six times in one night and be expected to cardio the next day.” Or maybe we should take a break from sex for a short period of time.

I cough, laugh and then shake my head. “Your eloquence knows no bounds. Do you need a doctor? Baboon isn’t the best way to describe that part of your anatomy. And cardio was your idea, remember? I wanted to use the gym at the house.” It’s safer and so we can have sex without worrying about prying eyes. Although if she wanted to right here, I wouldn’t turn her down.

“There’s a mansion on the beach named after my alter ego. Forgive me for wanting to check out some of the beach that belongs to it. I’m sure the cameras you’ve installed have zoom. We’re being monitored right now, aren’t we?” Yes.

“I’m not sure of the reach on the ones in the back.” She nods, acknowledging my half lie. We walk in companionable silence for a few minutes. She looks out at the ocean, back up at the estate, and then at me.

“I want to live here,” she deadpans.

“Vacation houses lose their charm when you live year-round in them,” I explain. “I’m glad you love it, though. It’s my biggest purchase since I’ve been back in the real world.”

Lainey stops, halting in her tracks. “How are you perfectly okay?” she finally asks. I know it’s not the real question she wants an answer to. I don’t talk about the time I spent locked underground, living in destitution counting drips. It’s not particularly painful to think about, but because I’ve tried to push past it, it’s like a distant memory I’m no longer attached to. Don’t get me wrong, I know exactly who is to blame and what I need to do about it to make things right. V was smart, crafty, a genius in his plans to steal me and keep me away. In my current profession I can appreciate perfect execution. With some distance from the situation, I realize the only flaw in his plan was not killing me. That’s not his way, though. Suffering is his thing and I plan on taking his thing and serving him extra helpings. The dinner bell is about to ring, motherfucker.

I realize I haven’t responded to Lainey yet. “Who said I’m perfectly okay?” I tease, laying a hand on her waist. A piece of her wavy hair floats across her face and gets caught between her lips. She crosses her arms, obviously not amused by my response. Releasing her, I run a hand through my own hair. I don’t want to get into this. “It was bad, Lainey. Forgive me for wanting to spare you the gory details.”

She shakes her head, eyes closed. “I’m not asking for details.”

“You are. Just not in so many words.”

She pulls that wayward piece of hair out of her