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B2 | Chapter Five Part 1: Business as Usual
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Priya obeyed with a frantic intensity. She sealed her lips tight around the Corporal's clit, creating a powerful vacuum of pressure that made the Corporal gasp. Priya’s tongue worked in wet, rhythmic laps, swirling around the sensitive nub before sucking it deep into her mouth. The sound of wet, slapping friction echoed off the mirrored walls of the elevator, a rhythmic percussion to the humming of the lift.Corporal reached down, her fingers curling tightly into Priya’s dark hair. She didn't pull her away; instead, she guided her, grinding her pelvis down against Priya's face, demanding every ounce of effort. "Harder," she breathed, her hips twitching involuntarily.The elevator continued to hold in the space between floors, the hum of the machinery and overhead lights blending with the wet, sloppy sounds of Priya’s mouth working over the Corporal’s clit. Priya was desperate, her heart hammering against her ribs, her entire world reduced to the taste of the Corporal’s musk and the co
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir B2 | Chapter Five Part 2: Business as Usual
Priya didn't ask why. She fell into step a half pace behind, the same distance she'd have kept from any superior walking her toward an outcome she hadn't been told yet. The three of them rode the elevator down together in silence."You went easier on her than I expected," Vince said, once the doors closed, apparently deciding Priya's presence didn't change what he had to say about it."She solved a real problem with limited authority and told me the truth the second I asked instead of building a story first. That's worth more to me than someone who'd have done everything by the book and let the floor rot instead." Corporal watched the numbers climb. "Fix her budget. Actually fix it, not the version that looks fixed on paper for one quarter.""I'll pull the numbers today." Vince stepped off at the third floor, tablet already lit with next quarter's projections before the doors had fully closed behind him.The elevator kept climbing, Priya standing near the panel with her hands folded i
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir B2 | Chapter Five Part 1: Business as Usual
Vince had the day mapped out before Corporal finished her coffee, three pages of it printed and annotated in his own shorthand because he still didn't fully trust the tablet not to die at the worst possible moment. Seventh floor wanted a decision on a new courier contract. Ninth floor needed two more signatures. Torres's twenty minutes, still technically owed, had been rescheduled twice already and was starting to calcify into a running joke between them about whether it would ever actually happen.And the eighth floor."You said today," Vince reminded her, sliding the folder across without being asked. "You've said today for three days running.""Today," she agreed, and meant it this time.The eighth floor looked the same as it always did from the elevator, quiet in the way that had bothered her the first time and had never quite stopped bothering her since, though she'd let it sit long enough that it had started to feel less like an alarm and more like a habit she hadn't broken. The
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir B2 | Chapter 4 Part 7: The Old Blood
Reaper sat in the empty conference room for a moment after the door closed. The cherry cigarette had burned down to nothing in the ashtray. The smell of it sat in the room, thin and stubborn. He looked at it for a moment before he stood.She set the report down when he came in. "Well.""He's clean. Answers checked out, no inconsistencies, nothing worth flagging." He paused. "Vince likes him. That's worth something.""It is. But that's not what you're standing like that about."Reaper was quiet for a moment. "When I brought him in, he passed the ashtray on the way to his seat. Something in the room made him look at it." A beat. "I use menthols when I'm running a vetting. My pack was empty. I had a spare of yours."She looked at him."Cherry," he said. "I used one without thinking about what it would smell like to someone who recognized it."The ashtray. The cherry smoke. She understood immediately."He did something to his face," she said."Fast. Controlled. If I hadn't been watching c
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He sat. Folded his hands on the table. They were a working man's hands, knuckles thickened, a faint ink stain on the side of his right index finger that hadn't fully washed out. He waited without filling the silence, which was the first thing worth noting."Carver," Reaper said."That's right." His voice was low, unhurried, with the faint roughness of someone who'd smoked for thirty years and quit too late to fully undo it. Not warm, not cold. A voice that gave nothing away by default and required a reason to do otherwise."You worked Blackwing operations for fifteen years. Route logistics, intake reconciliation, financial reporting." Not a question. He already knew the answers. That wasn't the point."Three directors," Carver said. "Start to finish on each rotation. I didn't leave mid-tenure.""Why not.""Because leaving mid-tenure is how you become a liability. I finished what I started and moved on when it made sense to move on."Reaper looked at him steadily. "You walked out befor
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir B2 | Chapter 4 Part 5: The Old Blood
Breakfast the next morning came with exactly one piece of business attached to it and bacon eating Corporal's bacon from her plate before running away to eat it in the highest perch of his cat tree. Yes, it was too high for Corporal to reach him and they both knew it."Carver's ready whenever you want him vetted properly," Reaper said, coffee in hand. "I can bring him in today if you want it done before the week's out.""Do it today. Two o'clock. Conference room, not my office." She didn't look at him, still glaring at the hole in the cat tree making crunching sounds. "I don't need to be in the room for it. You'll get more out of him without me there."Reaper nodded, "I know." his eyes glancing at the hole too."Let me know what you get." The crunching stopped and two yellow eyes peared back at her glare."Always do." Reaper smiled and turned back tot he kitchen, "Bacon, you are asking to get shot at this point, buddy."By two o'clock, Reaper was already in the conference room, twenty
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