“You’remy happy ending.”
“That’s very romantic, Theodore Santini, but you need to get inside me.”
He smiled as he planked over her. “Loving you is something I willneversay no to.”
They sealed their engagement in a blanket of love. He moved over her, filling her with pleasure as she wrapped herself around him and surrendered to everything Tank.
“It’s all for you, baby,” he said.
For those glorious minutes, she was happy. Deliriously happy.
But happiness is fleeting, like the sunshine. It’s here just long enough to warm us, then it’s gone. If we’re lucky, we can see the sun rise the next day. And the next after that.
Sydney had taken out four of the eleven terrorists. If Haqazzii and his four remaining lieutenants were gunning for anyone, it was her.
Bring it on motherfuckers. Bring it on.
