such a way that Dana obeyed. "You've ever been listening to the news, hearing someone got scammed and thought, well that's so obvious why didn't they see that? Have you?"
"Yes," Dana replied faintly.
"It's because they play on your trust and they play you very fast. Even though he was a total fucker, you still trusted him. You loved him and thought he loved you. There's no shame in that."
"I appreciate your help in all of this. I do. It's very kind of you."
"Dana, you're thrown because I didn't tell you someone I know was robbed too."
"Just a little, Rory."
"I should have told you, I can see that now but honest to God, I kinda had other things on my mind from the moment I met you. I realize we just met," he said softly, "and you have no basis to trust me but beautiful, don't shut me out."
"And to think I honestly felt like shit because I overreacted to hearing a girl on the phone. I kept going back in time doing do-overs. I kept thinking ‘I didn't even trust him. He trusted me. He didn't think I was fucking anyone.'"
"I didn't think you were even fucking yourself. Your toys are in collectors' condition."
That made Dana laugh. "Stop that. You're not allowed to be funny while I'm trying to be mad at you and besides those toys were for guests. I have others."
"Guests? Plural?" he ribbed. She lightly socked him. He snatched her hand to quick to see. "Oh," he mocked alarm. "Never hit a Marine unless you mean business. And what do you mean by other toys? You telling me you didn't bring your A game?"
"Of course I did. The ones I use are more like TV dinner. Yesterday's were for company. Singular company."
"You expecting someone?" he smiled.
"I was hoping for someone," she said sweetly.
"I see. Do you think we could go over and check out the TV dinner toys - what does that mean, anyway?"
Dana laughed. "I guess it means it's for in front of the TV."
"I'll watch that." Rory's eyes positively smoldered.
"K," she replied. And leaned in to put her hungry mouth on his.
"Are we going to go home and fuck?" he asked her.
"Whatever, Pennsylvania."
"It's Pensacola. And don't call me that."
She smirked playfully. "No, I just gave you a new nickname."
"I'm about to give you something, beautiful."
"Okay," Dana said, completely intoxicatingly taken by him.
Rory lifted her from her chair and onto his lap. Her short skirt slid all the way up her thighs and didn't even bother covering her. "Hm," he said, "you fit like you were made for me." He plunged his tongue into her mouth and Dana lost herself in the taste and feel of it. She hung onto him with everything she had.
The captain walked in and quickly shut the door behind him. "Jesus you two." He shaded his eyes with his hand. "Update, you two can leave now. We're working on the account. I'll probably have to talk to you later, Dana. Rory I was going to recommend you don't leave her side, but it looks like you got a jump on your assignment. I'm stepping out but I do need my office back pretty soon. In unsullied condition."
Rory stood up with Dana still wrapped around him. He lowered her legs and righted her clothing. "Can I take you to lunch?" He asked her.
"Not right now," Dana replied trance-like. Her tone clearly inferred that she wanted to do something else first.
The captain cringed. "I shouldn't be hearing this."
"It'll be okay, Squidly. Keep in touch," Rory smiled.
Leaving the station was the same as entering. Dana and Rory waded through a sea of salutations. "I'm going to fuck you," he said for her ears only as he pressed opened the station doors. Rory had his arm draped down her waist and hip. He surreptitiously swept her, tweaking her nipple, grazing her buttocks from behind. The five minute walk to her apartment became a saunter and it was agony waiting to get him on the other side of her apartment door.
"Rory." Dana jogged backwards.
"Yes beautiful."
"I am so wet for you. Do know how absolutely hot I am going to be? When you get inside and," Dana thrust