He’d had worse ideas.
So he did.
After a muffled “mmfph” of protest, she gave as she always did: easily and completely. Anne Darlington played no games, held nothing in reserve. It was something that he both had no experience with and couldn’t get enough of.
Then something shifted. He was no longer merely kissing a beautiful and willing woman. He couldn’t identify the change, but was now kissing Melanie Anne Darlington. Whatever Alice had warned him of, Anne had made some decision and he was helpless before her.
Harvey cleared his throat behind him, once, then twice, then quite loudly.
Zack wanted to tell the man just how high a cliff he could go and jump off.
Someone bumped into him hard enough to jar apart his kiss with Anne.
Harvey mumbled a soft, “Sorry, Mr. Vice President.”
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