It hardly mattered; profits from the resale of stolen ammo were always about the same. It was business as usual in the old warehouse they'd repurposed as their temporary clubhouse, but he couldn't focus. His mind was where he'd been last night: in Ali's bed, where everything made sense. He'd texted her around nine to say he couldn't sleep, and she invited him over. They were only halfway up the stairs to her bedroom when she stopped him in his tracks by unzipping his jeans. It had only gotten better from there. She was so passionate, so present with him. When she wrapped herself around him he forgot everything except the silken strands of her hair, the delicate texture of her skin, the sweet cries of pleasure she made when he buried himself deep inside her. Ali was like a drug high, only she never wore off. Every time he touched her, he hit that fantastic first-time peak, and last night had been no exception.
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