“No... no, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Serena breathes as we pull up to Bathing Beauty and see the big yellow sign posted on the front door. We don’t even need to get out to see the big bold word CLOSED written at the top of it.

Coming here in the first place was a risk, but it was a calculated risk. I had some men scout around the area before us to make sure there were no police watching the area. But just to be cautious, I also had them draw the attention of any beat cops a couple blocks down.

There’s still no word of my escape in the news. They likely don’t want to draw attention to the fact that one of Detective Prince’s prized inmates escaped and are keeping it hush-hush. Still, it’s been eerily quiet, and I know it won’t last. But I have to take it day by day.

When the guard had intruded on us back on the island, he said there had been sightings of police investigating Serena’s shop. Looks like the reports were right.

As we come to a stop around the back of the building and Serena hops out of the car to run up to the sign, I pull my hood over my head and don my old aviators. It doesn’t help make me look less suspicious, but it does make me a little harder to spot as anyone but just another shady figure.

There’s no shortage of those, this time of night.

I step up next to Serena and put a big hand on her shoulder as she stares at the notice with a gaping mouth, and I can see anger rising in her cheeks.

It’s a police notice. The sign is a bunch of jargon, but in short, it says the business is temporarily closed because of an ongoing police investigation, and that removing the sign is a punishable offense.

“How could they do this?” Serena stammers, looking up to me with panic in her eyes. “This place is-is my livelihood! They don’t have anything tying me to... anything!”

“It’s a threat,” I say in a grave tone, reading the thing over again and glancing over my shoulder. My hand slides from her shoulder to her smaller hand, and I give her a tug to follow me around the back of the building. “Come on, we should get out of sight.”

“Where?” she asks, following me.

“Inside,” I say. “Looks like nobody’s doing any investigating right now, it’ll be better than hanging out on the street.”

We go to the back door, and Serena unlocks it to allow us to step inside. We enter, and I can immediately tell things are off.

Serena flicks on a light, and there are signs of tampering everywhere. As I step through the shop with her, I can tell that inventory has been moved around roughly, the office has been nearly torn apart from someone searching through any files Serena happened to have around, and even the front of the store has been looked through.

“They even took some of my chemicals,” Serena says in disbelief, looking around at the damage, and as she turns on the office light, I can see the tears shining in her eyes. “How did they get a warrant so fast?”

I move to the front of the shop and find an envelope that was pushed through the mail slot. It looks official, and it has the police department’s return address on it. “Looks like this is their notice,” I say, turning it over in my hands and handing it to her when she approaches. She tosses it to the counter, shaking her head.

“I can’t read that thing right now. I... I feel sick, Bruno.”

I wrap my arms around her, and she buries her face into my chest, where I feel her tears staining my shirt.

“This is my fault,” I whisper, holding her snugly in my embrace, making her feel secure. God, I’ve missed that feeling, but I can already see the damage my return is causing. “They don’t care about you. Not really. They know we’re together, and this is a threat to let us know they’re still watching. Hounding us.”

“No,” says Serena, looking up at me. Tear-marks are still streaming down her face, but she looks resolute. “No, this is about both of us. You’ve been strong for so long, Bruno, but we’re in this together,” she says, managing a smile, and I move my hands down to her hips and give her a squeeze.

“You don’t want to get dragged into this any more than you already are,” I say.

“Are you kidding? This is my business, and whether they’re after you or not, they’re fucking with me now, too. That’s why you’re here again. I’m already in,” she says, tightening a fist full of my shirt in her hand. “I’ll be damned if I let everything I worked for go to hell because some... some crooked cop with a stick up his ass has a chip on his shoulder!”

I grin, and I scoop her up in my arms suddenly. She yelps, kicking her legs as she instinctively wraps her arms around my neck. “That’s my girl,” I say proudly, and she blushes in my arms. “I’ve missed that fire in you more than anything.”

She smiles, and I bend down to kiss her on the lips, then I pepper her whole face with kisses, and her teary face is soon blushing and giggling instead. I walk her back to the office and set her on the desk. My hands wrap around her waist, and we just look at each other for a moment, smiling.

In spite of all the hardship, being able to just have some privacy with Serena is worth more than anything in the world.

“I know this is a lot,” I say, giving her a gentle squeeze to reassure her. “There’s no easy way to live with the police breathing down your neck, I can tell you that. But I can tell you one more thing.” I put my hands around her face, gently bringing her forehead forward to touch mine to hers. “I’ve tasted freedom, Serena, freedom with you. And nothing is going to tear me away from you again as long as my heart is beating.”

I see her smile, and she slips her hands around my sides, feeling the muscles rippling under my shirt. “It was so hard without you, Bruno. I mean, I could handle my business fine, I wasn’t exaggerating that much in my letters. But just... going to bed alone every night, waking up and forgetting that you weren’t going to be there beside me, thinking I wouldn’t feel you holding me up for another eight years…”

She pulls her head back and looks at me with those warm, shining eyes that move me like nothing else on this earth. “If I can survive that,” she says, “and you can hold up in prison for so long, then together, we can do anything.” She puts her hand in mind and interlaces our fingers together.

“You’ve grown so much stronger since I saw you last,” I whisper in a low tone.

“You’re one to talk,” she says with a grin, running her free hand up and down my muscular side, then sliding her fingers to my front. She lets out a contented sigh at what she feels, and I put a hand under her chin to make her look up to me.

We look at each other like we’re meeting for the first time all over again. Every moment with Serena feels like that; the first skipping heartbeat that makes my hardened heart go soft for just a second. Just long enough to get a taste of her and lose all control.

I bring my lips to hers, and as soon as they touch, we’re lost in each other.

I let my tongue explore her mouth, and she welcomes it, giving a soft moan into the kiss as her tongue plays with mine in turn. We share warmth as I come in closer, reveling in the feel of her mouth on mine. Her lips are softer than I remember, her blush redder, her voice sweeter.

We move slower than the furious waterfall of energy we felt when we were first reunited. We’re even more private now. God, how I’ve missed having privacy. Really feeling alone with Serena, feeling like my time with her can’t be intruded on by anyone. Like she can take her time enjoying my body.

Everything I’ve worked for and waited for is in Serena, and her satisfaction makes me happier and more fulfilled than even my first breath as a free man did.

She puts both hands on my pecs, and I lower my arms to squeeze her hips to let her explore my body. Her fingertips trace the muscles on my upper torso, then go down to my abs. They linger on each and every one while we kiss, then slide to my sides and travel down to my waist.

I rock my hips forward slowly, inviting her to feel more of me. She goes to my thighs and feel the hardness, my muscles so tight they don’t have any give. It’s pure power under there, just like the rest of me. Her left hand moves up my thigh to where my legs meet, and when she touches the equally hard outline of my stiff cock through my jeans, I feel her draw in a sharp breath.

“We fucked in the safe house,” I say in a husky tone, breaking our kiss, “now I want to make love to you. In the place it all began again.”

She nods softly, and I move back just enough to pull my shirt up over my head and toss it aside, letting her get a full look at my body. She feasts her eyes, her mouth falling open. Even with my wounds bandaged, so much of my carefully sculpted form is on display, my swarthy skin looking as healthy as ever over hard muscle.

I reach forward, and she lets me pull her shirt over her head too, and I take off her bra to really look at her.

Her form has always been beautiful, but it’s all the more irresistible to me after so long away from her. Her olive skin sets off the dark blonde hair spilling down her shoulders like the sun against bronze. I put my warm, rough hands to her breasts and feel them softly, my strong grip gentle. It teases a gasp out of her. I’m like a towering bear pawing at her as she sits there on the desk, exposed to me.

The way her breasts feel is incredible to me. I move my hands under them, feeling their weight in my palms before I bring my thumbs to the brown buds and run them over them, feeling them hardening, getting stiffer and more needy for me. They’re begging me to devour them, and I will, soon. I want to take my time with Serena and learn more about this gorgeous new body I’m rediscovering.

I push everything off the desk to give us a clear space, and I gently lower her down onto her back on it and look at her. She’s so beautiful that I almost feel like I shouldn’t see her, like this is a holy ground that my sinner’s heart shouldn’t defile.

But I’m going to defile her, whether it’s holy or not.

I run my hands down her sides this time, so soft and giving compared to mine. Every inch of her is velvety and pure, from her breasts to her hips to her belly button.

I bend over and breathe on her navel, then rove up her torso to her breasts, letting my five o’clock shadow brush against the soft flesh.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” she confesses, and I’m close enough to watch her chest rising and falling gently yet excitedly, desperate for my touch.

“Have you?” I say, a teasing edge to my voice. I put my hands on her hips and stick my fingers under her pants. “And where did this dream take you?”

“I can’t remember,” she says, but I can tell she’s lying, and I grin. “It all kind of got fuzzy, but I remember waking up and feeling all warm, like you were really there with me.”

“Why don’t we fill in the blanks, then?” I say, and I pull her pants down. She gasps as I expose her, and it’s my turn to feast her eyes on her bare hips, thighs, and best of all, that beautiful place where her thighs meet.

I put my hands to the sides of her ass and bring my face down to her sensitive inner thighs, listening to her gasp as my stubble brushes that most sensitive area. Her breathy voice is like the note of a harp in the air.

Turning my face in, I let my teeth graze her inner thigh, from almost to the knee all the way up to her outer lips. There, I let my breath wash over her, and she shudders. Her fingers grip the edge of the desk, and she pushes her hips up just a little, just enough to let me know just how desperate she is for my touch.

My hands move up and down her legs, groping them greedily and feeling their warmth. I let my breath wash over her pussy once more before I give her what she wants. A taste I’ve missed for so long and couldn’t possibly get enough of now.

I let my tongue out, and it dips just far enough into her lips to make her tense up and gasp, and I drag it up the length of her slit, all the way to the top. I’ve had a long, long time to think about how to kiss the most sensitive parts of her body just so, and so it’s with the utmost precision that I let the tip of my tongue just barely flick the swelling nub of her clit.

Warmth radiates from her, and everything just feels right as I taste her. I can’t contain a deep, gravelly groan from my chest as the taste awakens my tongue. Like a great engine roaring to life, my body feels energized with power. My grip tightens as I grope her ass, and my gentleness gives way to passion as I open my mouth and revel in the feel of her pussy.

My tongue goes out again, this time going deeper into her. The deeper I go, the hotter it gets, and each time my tongue darts out, I taste more of her, more of that sweet well that I’ve been thirsty for after all this time. I start to get more generous with my tongue, letting it widen to play with the sensitive outermost parts of her pussy while the tip dives deeper into her.

I let her feel me just like I’m tasting her. I arch my neck with the next stroke, letting my stubble brush against her warm lips that are getting wetter and wetter each time I go down to draw more of her honey out of her.

Serena overflows with feeling for me, and my cock swells stiffer and stiffer with each passing second. As my tongue darts in and out, I let my hands revel in the feeling of her ass and her hips. The way her flesh gives way to my strong hands is something I can’t get enough of. I love that I can squeeze her and feel no hardness, just her soft, giving skin that I can’t wait to sink my shaft into soon.

I feel her thighs squeezing around my head, and the grip I have around her hips gives me total control to keep Serena wrapped around my face. I have to tame my passion as I feast on her pussy, savoring every moment that I can feel her heartbeat against my tongue.

Her sensitive nub is so swollen, so needy for me, and each time I let my tongue roll over it, I can hear Serena letting out gasps of need. Her knuckles start to get white on the table as I get more rhythmic and relentless with each stroke of my tongue, never slowing down for a moment. My strokes are careful yet strong, dipping down into her lips and coming up to the clit. Each time, I let the tip of my tongue stay there at the clit for just a little longer, tormenting it, letting it kiss the honey from her depths

Soon, I feel Serena’s hips starting to twist, and she writhes against me. She needs release, and her body is going to reach it soon.

I keep letting my tongue dart in and out, and her legs wrap around me as she pushes her hips up into me. She isn’t looking at what I’m doing, her head back and her golden hair spread out over the desk so carelessly, but she wants more of whatever I’m giving her.

She needs it. Her body needs it. Her heels dig into my sides as best they can as I hear the tiny squeak of her voice as she draws in a pained breath. My hot breath washes over her soaking pussy as my tongue drives her over the edge.

She lets out a beautifully long, high-pitched gasp that fills the whole room while my face gets soaked, and I grip her hips tighter, arching her up into me, and when her tension finally starts to relax, I let my stroking get slower again, nursing her through the end of her orgasm.

I can feel her pleasure pulsing all around me. I can smell her in the air. It’s a sensory overload for both of us, but I’ve been denied it all too long to stop now. I lift my head up and look down at her gorgeous form on the desk. She glows, a smile on her face as her eyes flutter open to look at me.

“Can you sit up?” I ask, and she pushes herself up on her elbow to tilt her head at me.

“Yeah,” she says between breaths, “why?”

Instead of answering, I just smile, backing up and pulling her shoes off, then pulling her pants the rest of the way off, leaving her completely naked on the desk.

I hoist her up by the hips and move her aside to give me space while I lay down on my back beside her, and her eyes flutter in confusion before I seize her by the hips again and lift her up over me.

“Bruno, what are you-” she laughs, squirming in my grasp as I hold her up with thick arms and strong hands, and I grin up at her as I sit her down on my chest.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I growl, and before she can reply, I bring her forward and let her rest on my jaw. Before she realizes what’s happening, I let my tongue out and swipe it up her slit

She shudders, nearly losing her balance up on top of me, but I’m in complete control of her. I slide my rough hand up to the small of her back to let her know I’ve got her, and I start lapping up her pleasure all over again.

She’s wet and hot, and looking up at the landscape of her body just makes me love being able to hold onto someone so beautiful all the more. I have such a sure grip on her that she could go limp and I’d still be able to hold her up.

And the way she looks up there, that might well be what I have to do.

She keeps trying to make little thrusts forward into me, but I control her, making her entirely at the mercy of my hands. She is like a doll to me, and I can move her any which way I please. But I only want the angle that will let me play with her swollen, needy clit best.

The more my tongue strokes, the wetter my face gets, until the scent of her lust fills my every breath. With each move of my jaw, my stubble brushes against her and sends tingles up her body.

But I had already gotten her going, so it isn’t long before I start to feel her getting tense again. I feel her thighs clenching around my head, and her pitiful thrusts forward get more desperate, more needy. I lose track of how long it takes her to tense up, but the second time feels even more tightly-wound than the first before it all comes spilling out.

She gives a shuddering gasp, and I dig my fingers into her hips and pull her closer to me to let one long, deep stroke of my tongue run the length of her slit while I feel her pussy tremble around me, the orgasm wracking her body in my iron grip.

“Oh god, Bruno,” she gasps, her face blushing furiously as I help her slide back onto my chest, resting her on me as I look up at her and lick my lips. “I... I think I need a second,” she says, and I help her down while I stand up and bend over her, looking her in the eyes. I cradle her head in my hand as she pants, looking up at me lovingly.

“How does it feel, dolcezza?” I ask in a husky voice.

“Everything I’ve been missing,” she manages to say through desperate breaths, and she puts a hand on my chest to feel my deep breathing before I bring my lips to her. My whole face is wet with her, and she moans into my mouth at the taste of her own passion. Our tongues play with one another again as I curl my fingers in and take a fistful of her hair.

We break our kiss so that she can breathe again, and her eyes look dizzy with ecstasy. “I want to keep going,” she says, words that fill me with pride. I bring my lips to hers again, putting one hand on her thigh and one on her breast to grope her, squeeze her, feel her like I’ve wanted to feel her nonstop for so long.

“Every night I fell asleep in that cold place thinking of you,” I say, my voice deep and rough in her ear, and she sighs contentedly. “It was the only thing that could keep me warm. Thinking of you, of each time we fell asleep in each other’s arms.”

“When I wrote that letter about the lingerie,” she says, a playful smile coming across her lips, “I... wasn’t exaggerating when I said I’d be thinking of you. I thought of you every time, Bruno. Even during the day, I-I couldn’t think about life without you.”

“Those letters kept me going, Serena,” I say, our eyes fixed on each other. I loved Serena dearly before I was put away, but you never know how thirsty you are for someone until you’re taken away from them. Now, I’ll let my eyes take in as much as I want of her. “I couldn’t have kept going without them.”

Our lips touch again, slowly, intimately. I can feel her heartbeat through her lips, and the heat of her body warms me. When our lips part, I stand up and run my hands over her legs. She can see the outline of my cock hard under my pant, and her eyes are locked on it.

“Ready for more?” I ask, my thumbs making small circles on her inner thighs. She shivers and nods, biting her lip in anticipation.

I reach forward and take her by the hips, then lift one of her legs up and drape it over my shoulder, holding her up with my other hand.

I unbutton my pants and let my cock spring free, and I see Serena watching it with hungry eyes. It makes me happy to see her take such pleasure in my body. She reaches forward, and I tilt my hips in just enough to let her touch my cock. She lets her fingers dance up and down the shaft, her palm brushing up against it before she gives it a gentle squeeze. Her thumb brushes over the crown, and I feel warmth up my body at her touch.

I can see that being able to get such a response from me excites her. She runs her hands up and down a little more, from the base to the tip.

“I missed this,” she says through a smile, and I laugh quietly, rubbing the leg on my shoulder.

“Let me show you how much it missed you,” I growl.

I take her hips, and she has a second to remove her hand before I put the swollen, needy, dark crown of my cock to her lips and enter her.

I only put the tip in, and I rock back and forth to move it in slowly, because her mouth is already hanging open. She must be tingling all over just from the feeling of my tongue, so I’ll be careful... but my passion can only be slowed so much.

Bit by bit, inch by inch, I slide myself into her, and she’s so slick and ready that it feels like I’m gliding into her.

Biting her lip and clenching her eyes, I feel her tightening around me with every bit that I put into her, feeling her pulse around me. When I’m about halfway in, I give her thigh a loving squeeze before I start bucking.

My rhythm picks up fast. I rock back and forth, my balls heavy and full of virile seed that aches to be released. Serena is the only release worth having, and she’s worth every moment of wait.

I drive myself into her, then back out, leaving almost nothing but my crown inside her before I go back in again. Each time, I feel her shake. Each time, she gasps, a loving, ecstatic moan in the air that’s getting hot with our fucking. I go a little further in each time, and soon, I’m feeling my heavy balls hitting her ass.

I feel every inch of her insides as I get faster and faster, and my rhythm becomes more machine-like with every thrust. I feel her squirming, and I move with her to get closer and closer to those places inside her that drive her wild. I know so many of them, but rediscovering Serena is endlessly rewarding.

She gets more tense the more I go, and before long, I’m down to the hilt inside her, pumping in and out over and over again like a piston, nothing but love and raw power between us, charging the room. It’s like electricity, and I feel it coiling up within me with all the passion and energy of our very first time.

With each thrust, I’m holding onto her hips and keeping her steady, watching her body laid out on her side, her mouth frozen open and her eyes looking up at me.

“Oh... oh... oh fuck, Bruno,” she gasps.

“This is for you, dolcezza,” I growl, “I love you.”

No sooner have the words left my mouth than I twist her hips just enough to start grinding up against her g-spot, and she arches her back as I feel her tense and start to shake, barreling closer and closer to the edge of ultimate pleasure. At the same time, I feel my balls start to tighten as fire fills my cock, running up into my torso and spreading to every limb.

At the same time, we both come, my fingers digging into her thighs while her nails claw at the desk. My seed shoots out in a hot, long, filling burst that floods her pussy and mixes with her honey. It’s messy, hot, and our groans fill the room with noise, but it’s our private love, something more intimate and wonderful than I could dream of in my wildest fantasies.

Pulse after pulse, I pour myself into her. My every muscle tenses and relaxes with that unmatched feeling of release. Her body goes limp, and I’m the only thing holding her up after a few moments. She’s like a ragdoll in my hands, our fluids spilling out through the great shaft of my cock inside her.

When our orgasms relax, I’m still hard, and I grind inside her gently for a few wonderful, blissful moments. My cock twitches a few more times as the last pulses of my love for her empty out into Serena.

Finally, slowly, I carefully start to work myself out of her. I have to be careful with so much stimulation. Her pussy is on fire, I know, but I’m gentle with my girl. She whimpers as I take myself out of her, watching some of my seed run down her olive skin. One last bit of pearly fluid comes out of my cock’s head, landing on her pussy’s lips like a jewel.

I want to stand back and admire our work, but I can’t bring myself to tear away from Serena just yet. I stroke her body, watching her bare chest rising and falling, and her eyes finally flutter open just enough to look at me. Her tired lips crack a smile, and I wink at her.

“Good practice for later,” I say, my voice still husky, and her eyes widen.

“Practice? For what?”

“A proper bedroom tonight,” I say, and I give her ass a slap that rings through the room, making her squeak. With a grin, I add, “we’ve got a long time to make up for, baby.”