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Lola knew she’d never forget this moment. The two of them wrapped in the night, sitting above an airfield still well populated by silent helos, nothing beneath them but a hard-surfaced roof.
Tim’s lips gentle, so soft on hers she could barely feel them. Their lovemaking hadn’t always been wild, but there’d always been a strength that bordered on or crossed over into ravenous or a playful battle. They’d each sported their fair share of bruises after their s****l bouts in DC.
Now he held her as if she were something precious. A strong arm cradled her against him, holding her as no one had ever done. His fingers inspected her cheekbones, brushing her eyes closed, traced her lips as lightly as if they were feathers, not human flesh and blood.
Lola kept her eyes closed, unable to focus o
