With a chuckle, he does just that. “Sure can.”
A feeling of rightness settles into my chest as she takes her place next to me. Then she gasps at the sight of the transparent walls of my desktop. “Is that the most recent NVIDIA RTX graphics card?”
My grin widens. “It is.”
“Why do you have the best graphics card money can buy? You don’t play any games.”
“Because it’s the best graphics card money can buy,” I repeat her words back, heavy with the implication that she answered her own question.
She snorts and rolls her eyes. “That’s such a price-tag-flex goon move. ASUS GE Force would have gotten you there for a quarter of the price. All the performance you’d need—”
“Not when I’m streaming multiple sources of video simultaneously—”
“DearGod, there’s two of them,” Mac declares, locked in on our back and forth. I look over in time to see him elbow Dimitri, who raises an eyebrow and nods his agreement.
Madison and I smile at each other.
“Well, in our own Wes’s words, if nothing needs shooting or stabbing, Big D and I aren’t much help. You two clearly have things under control.” Mac waves, heading for the door. “Call us when the action starts!”
“Da, and I will expect you at our regular training sessions. I accessed the security footage you saved and watched your fight in the alley by Madison’s apartment. You need to work on your footwork and blocking. Your entire left side was wide open; it is no surprise he got in a hit.”
I roll my eyes as they turn to leave. “It’s always ‘work on your footwork, Wesley,’ and never ‘good job taking down the giant bloke, Wesley.’”
“It was not good work; it was sloppy work,” Dimitri argues. “Mediocrity is not to be admired, even if the outcome was favorable—mediocre assassins are simply dead men.”
A giggle slips out from Madison as Mac cries from the hall, “Google Doc!”
“You’re going to love the Google Doc,” I explain to her, bringing it up in my browser.
Her laugh is bright as she leans in and scans through the first couple of lines. “A blanket of snow hides many sins. That’s beautiful.”
With a long-suffering sigh, Dimitri follows Mac out, shutting the door softly. A few seconds later, Some Bills pokes his nose out from underneath my knee, surprising me with a cold, wet hello against my shin. I lean down and give him a scratch with a fond smile.
“USB?” I prompt, holding out my hand.
She digs into her pocket, producing the little panda keychain, and places it in the center of my palm. “There’s a ton of data on there. Transferring it is going to take a while. A few hours, maybe.”
I stick it into the port, initialize the transfer, and sit back as my computer calculates. She’s right. “Well, then, it looks like we’ve got some time. How about a tour?”
“Sure.” Her lips quirk as she glances around, then she tilts her head. “Think I can bribe the tour guide to show me your bedroom first?”
31
Wesley
Yin and yang
Bathed in the golden light of morning, Madison’s sweat-slicked body writhes and shakes. The green front pieces of her hair are dark with moisture, sticking to her forehead in a wavy, irregular pattern as she tosses her head back and forth against the pillow. The wet sound of my fingers pumping in and out of her soaked cunt, coupled with the low hum of vibrations, has faded into the background like sweet music—music that’s been on replay all night.
We did take a break after midnight, since the toy I made for her needed charging—a modified prototype, one of the earlier designs, since the real thing is still in her flat—and then she taught me exactly how to touch her to make her come. I coaxed one orgasm, then wrung another from her pleasure-drunk body.
“W-Wesley,” she moans, voice hoarse from overuse.
“Is this going to be seven? Or eight?” I ask darkly.
She huffs out a reticent laugh—a noise she didn’t mean to make—then clenches around my fingers, gritting her teeth and tossing her head. “This doesn’t add to last night’s count. It resets when we sleep.”
“Even if we only got a few hours?” I tease.
