She looked over at me. She already knew I was looking at her but she didn't seem to mind it. She asked if I had a blanket. I pulled out my blanket and...wrapped it around her shoulders. I got underneath it too.She moved closer to me. My body was always giving off heat. My room was always cold because of this. I felt her arm rub against my arm. It was really cold so I pulled her a little closer. She was kinda surprised but didn't stop it. She felt my warmth coming off and welcomed it. I got even. No modern innovations for this top British spy. M was such a relic that he had even been reluctant to admit female spies like Jane into The Service. The walls of M’s office were of dark, real wood paneling, that bespoke old-fashioned, old-world elegance. She thought that the office had probably changed little since her famous father had first signed ‘On Her Majesty’s Secret Service’ just after World War II. Then she noticed that one wall of M’s office was lined with nothing but photos of her. Sloan sighed as his head popped through and he drove his cock upward. He could feel the wonderful, textured walls with his shaft as he stretched her out, slippery muscles resisting and then yielding to its passage. “ Ohhhhhhh, God…” she said softly. Sloan’s eyes were closed and her thumbs crushed her nipples with slow, circular movements. “…. Yes. You’re so… ohhh.” The angle of their bodies drove his cock across her front wall before penetrating deep inside her. He pushed until he reached her. She closed her eyes and sighed at the contact. Tilting her head back to look in his eyes, she said gently, ‘I love you, Gabriel.’ A smile lit up his face and she couldn’t help but smile in return. With that simple declaration, Caitlyn felt healed. The past was the past and she was going to let it be. She had him now and they had the future. Gabriel felt the same as Caitlyn. Terrified, awed, giddy – and even more feelings tumbled round and round in his heart and mind. Her words reverberated in.