“Only if you want to,” Darian says with a shrug. “We know you’re with the FBI, and if you want to keep on working for them…”
“No,” Becky replies, a firmness to her voice. “I’m done with the FBI. I signed up with the Bureau because I wanted to get revenge, but that’s done and dusted. My days of putting criminals behind bars are done.” Gently, she lays her lips against mine, and then turns and does the same with Darian. “But real estate...well, that’s new. I can imagine myself as New York’s real estate queen.”
“Her Majesty,” Peter whispers, his hand on Becky’s knee. “I like the sound of that. We’re your humble subjects, and we live to serve you.”
“Andpleasureyou,” I add.
Now it’s my hand moving up her leg, my fingers tugging at the sheet to draw it back from her body. Once her smooth skin comes into sight, I move toward that sweetness between her legs, and I’m not surprised when I find her already wet.
“If you insist,” Becky whispers, and then she falls back onto the mattress. Darian and I follow after her. For a moment, I remember my scrambled eggs and the rest of breakfast, but who needs breakfast when you have allthis?
After all...
Happiness is the only sustenance a man needs.