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against her tight rosette. “I want you to keep your ass open for me, baby. Make it easy for me to pound you.”
    She sighed as he pushed a few inches of his hard length inside before withdrawing. Marcus repeated the teasing action again and again. Marguerite wiggled back, trying to force more of his delightful cock into her.
    “Do you want it all?” Marcus squeezed her hips and pulled her towards him.
    “Yes! I want it hard and fast now. Please, please, please!”
    “Anything to make you happy, baby.”
    The pillow cushioned Marguerite’s guttural groan as he sank deep inside her unresisting body. Marcus possessed her completely. His hips slapped against Marguerite’s, making her tremble and moan in time with each eager thrust. He made her feel so incredibly good she wondered if it was possible to die from pleasure.
    Marcus wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled Marguerite up against him. “I love you, baby. I love every piece of you. . .every part. . .every thought. . .everything that makes you Marguerite.”
    Extraneous thoughts halted. They both existed at the edge of a world where the past faded and the future never came.
    “I love you, Marcus. God, I love you!”
    Marcus turned her head so he could kiss her. Marguerite swallowed his drawn-out cry as he exploded inside her.
    ***
    One year prior
    True to his word, Marcus had taught her how to shoot a gun. How to monitor the alarms. How to get to the tunnels. How to lock herself in the panic room. How to send him an alert.
    Marguerite was an excellent pupil as she prepared for a mini-invasion that never came. Perhaps that was why she was completely unprepared for the bloodless assault on her heart.
    They rarely spoke of him “delivering packages” for clients. Once she asked Marcus if he worked for the government. He paused in the middle of chopping wood and answered, “A government. Not one you’d ever find in the history books though they’ve been around since the beginning of history.”
    Marguerite thoroughly enjoyed her new wardrobe. His library made room to include her favorite books. His media collection expanded to reflect her eclectic tastes. An abundant pantry and storage freezer ensured she’d never go hungry. Stacks of beautifully crafted journals, a laptop, and a typewriter guaranteed her mind would have an outlet. Anything she wanted he provided.
    Cut off from the known world, she dissected her previous life and still found it empty and as gray as her last name. Maybe it was her parents’ fault for being so self-involved in their anger and pain they could never see hers. Maybe it was her fault for never having the courage to say what she really thought. Maybe it didn’t matter anymore because maybe, just maybe , they were instrumental in making her able to love a man like Marcus and the life that came with him.
    Glorious silence was her cherished companion. Loneliness never entered Marguerite’s space. She loved her life in the beautiful, modernized izba Marcus built for sanctuary. Marguerite spent much of her time outside, communing with nature and for the first time feeling like she was part of something greater than herself.
    The monitor showed a dirty SUV coming up the winding road. She smiled. It had been nine weeks since she saw him last but she had a feeling he’d come today. The system showed Marcus was alone and safe. Marguerite’s thighs clenched together as she imagined the next few hours. She got up from the desk and puttered around the roomy cabin, making sure it was presentable and welcoming.
    Marguerite was standing by the fireplace when he opened the door. Marcus’ eyes were as candy-green as ever, bright and beautiful in a way that never failed to fascinate her. Sometimes she wondered if he truly was at peace with his career choice as he appeared to be.
    Maybe one day in the future he wouldn’t come back.
    Maybe one day in the future he’d decide it was time for her to go back.
    Maybe one day it would matter enough