The slender figure beside him moved in graceful tandem motions with each of his stealthy movements. They were dressed in tight-fitting black from head to toe, including masks. Harrison was pleased with his wife Chloe’s ability to move in slowly calculated secret beside him. He was not truly surprised. He knew her body. He knew its grace, agility, and patience. Yet more than that, he knew her mind. From the mind came the control to move and not be seen. It was equally amazing because he knew Chloe was excited to be with him on this surveillance mission. That she could contain the adrenaline rush. The thrill of it pumping through her, was impressive. She would have made a skilled assassin. Harrison nearly chuckled at the absurd, but quite accurate thought. But now, her truest skill was lying nude beneath him, accepting their union for all that implied between them. An indulgent rise made the first thought in Harrison’s cock and he shut it down immediately, even as he enjoyed the view of Chloe’s compact, supple ass wrapped in the tight britches she wore.
