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wants to taste it.
    My mouth waters. Her kiss is still tingling on my lips, and without thinking about it, I run my tongue across my lower lip.
    Robert sees it. His eyes flick toward my mouth, my eyes, my mouth again.
    Something in his expression changes. He tugs his hand free from Alice's grasp. Disappointment thins her lips as fear sends my heartbeat ever upward, but then he nudges her toward me.
    "Sit on his lap again." That growl is deep and low, a sound I remember from countless nights years ago. "But face me this time."
    She looks over her shoulder. I can't see her face, but I can imagine the question in her eyes. He smiles, nods toward me, and I swear he winks at her.
    Alice steps out of her fallen dress and does as she's told, high heels echoing off the tight confines of this tiny room. I'm out of breath before she even comes to rest on me, and once she's on my lap, on my painfully hard cock, I'm out of my mind. She leans back against me. Her scent—sweet perfume mixed with faint remnants of tobacco—makes the room shift even harder than the waves outside.
    Robert kneels in front of us. He slides his wife's long, black glove off. Then the other. She reaches back and slides her hand around the back of my head as Robert pushes her knees apart. All the way apart, one hooked over my left leg and one over my right, and she moans and squirms, grasping my hair.
    Then he disappears. She gasps, and my eyes roll back because I know damn well the things Robert's mouth is capable of. If he can turn a grown man—if we could call ourselves that back then—inside out with his lips and tongue, it's no surprise he can make her shake like this.
    I can't begin to say what arouses me the most. Her bottom rubbing against my cock while her fingers grip my hair? Her whimpers and moans and gasps? Or his palm on the back of my leg, sliding up and down, and his occasional deep, quiet groan?
    A violent shudder shakes her on my lap, and she claps her other hand over her mouth to muffle what would have been a loud, breathless moan. Her body writhes against mine, rubbing her against my cock and getting her neck so close to my mouth, I can't resist kissing her skin. She shivers. Presses harder against me. Below us, Robert curses softly, and Alice sounds like she's on the verge of tears. Her nails bite into my scalp, so I nip the side of her neck, and she grinds against me.
    Her breathing quickens. Shallows. Her grasp on my hair tightens. The hand over her mouth drops out of sight, but she barely makes a sound.
    Then her body tenses. Her back arches. With the way she's shaking violently and whimpering helplessly, I'm about to go over the edge with her, and I clench my bound hands into tight fists as I try to keep myself from climaxing too.
    She shudders one more time, and relaxes. God, she's liquid warmth against my body, quivering and panting.
    "Robbie," she whispers.
    He sits back, and I curse under my breath as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
    "Robbie, kiss him." She lifts herself off me and stands on wobbling legs. "Kiss him, baby." She grabs onto one of the shelves for support. "Let me see… let me see you kiss him."
    Robbie grins at her. Then he stands, leans over me, and the instant our lips meet, his kiss is everything I remembered it to be: almost angry in its fierceness, and somehow still tender, just as it always was back then, and has been every night while I've slept. And this time it's sweetened by Alice's cunt. Ain't any wonder I've never been satisfied with any man since him—not when he kisses me like this.
    A soft whimper gives Robert pause, and when he breaks the kiss, we both turn toward Alice.
    She leans up against the locked hatch. Hair mussed, makeup smeared, only her brassiere, stockings, and garter still on, and her hand is over that patch of auburn hair, tucked between those long, milky legs, and working furiously at her pussy.
    Robert sits back on his heels. "You need to be fucked, don't you,