He dangled loosely in Arthur's grip, his knees scraping on the rough floor. From his new vantage point he could see that he was in the ruins of a base...ent, lit by a multitude of flickering candles. The portion of the house above him was intact, or at least the first floor was still in place. The other half had collapsed completely, filling the cellar below it with a mound of rotting wood that ramped up over the sides of the foundation.Arthur raised him higher and he could feel rough wood. I tugged on Hawk's sleeve and pointed. He bent to look past me and saw our companion chopper, then looked a little closer, waved to them, and said, "That's the Vice President, Angela. He and I have some business to attend to this afternoon, so I invited him to join the three of us for lunch. Is that Ok with you?"His smile told me he was playing, not serious, and I nodded seriously and said, "As long as you two don't run off to some seedy bar and pick up cheap women."That got a laugh from Hawk. . . April felt a moment’s heat at the thought of an imminent act of-- fucking. Was that how it was going to be? The consummation of her birthday, as it were. Already that lovely Italian dinner (had manicotti been a poor choice? But she had enjoyed it). And that Phaidon book (how had she missed that they’d put out a new title on her favorite-- well, second-favorite!-- architect?). Larry probably was just looking for a little amused embarrassment from her. The semblance of something naughty-- a. I gasp and I knew I was soaking wet. I wanted him to touch every hole I had making sure I felt the power he had over me. He slid his hands over my pockets, patted down skirt, and up my leg. I heard him ask me the routine questions but I couldn't even comprehend them. I could smell his sexy cologne. He was so close I wanted to grab him and show him what I could do. When I heard the cuffs come out my nipples shot out with excitement. He slapped them on me and started whispering in my ear. One.