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“That was…amazing!”
“You had better be talking about me,” Helen bent down to blow a raspberry against the center of his chest so hard that it tickled. He clamped his hands hard on her hips and leveraged her side to side to rub more tightly against her.
Harvey had come back to Helen’s apartment from the simulator, charged up like he’d never been in his life. s*x after a flight had always been an awesome combination—something he’d mostly forgotten in his two years as a refueling UAV pilot. And while he couldn’t fly the real drone until after dark, he had synced into the simulator like it was a lost part of himself rediscovered. Every instruction was answered as fast as thought, responding to his merest whim in ways even his own hand couldn’t achieve.
He’d greeted Helen with a full-bod
