Not just yet.

After catching his breath, Derek sat up and coolly examined the supine woman beside him. She wanted "the works," and he had just relieved his own sexual needs; now he wanted to focus on Linda's.

He began by kissing her wrist, her forearm, all the way up to her neck and behind her ear. He gently drew circles around her areola with his index finger. He came back down the right side of her torso, passing over her nipple with a teasing tongue flick before reaching her waistline. He repeated the process on her left side. Her breathing became deeper and her already slack muscles relaxed further into the bed.

Derek jumped up and ran into the kitchen. Linda stared impassively through the ceiling.

Craig hated this. He peered through the binoculars into the kid's kitchen. He was supposed to just grab her.

His employer had gone to great pains to provide a retirement fund for the right people with her handling firm as well as tickets to any country without an extradition treaty they wanted. They left this gorgeous young princess available to the highest bidder, but before Craig could swoop in to grab her this little shitheel popped up.

He watched as the kid came out of the bedroom. He grabbed a few snacks out of the fridge. They were probably in there binging some inscrutable show for young people.