I mean, I met her first. If things were different ... well, anyway, things aren’t ... I mean ... well ... I just can’t.”She waited until he fini...hed speaking to lean in and kiss him and, in spite of himself, he kissed her back. She graced the bulge in his pants with her fingers and even this light touch made him twitch again. They separated both of them breathing heavily, their foreheads touching as she looked at him and he looked down.His erection was full blown, straining against his soccer. He was going to have to up his game if he ever hoped to deserve her.But she had nice legs, and the view as she shimmied herself into her armour ... yeah, the view was nice.He blushed when she caught him staring – and then chuffed out a surprised laugh when all she did was wiggle her hips at him, purposefully provocative now, with a wide grin. His own armour grew even more uncomfortable, and he sent a brief prayer of thanks to the Maker that the thick leather would at least disguise that. We had been talking about sexuality in general and how most people think they have strange desires but turn out to be normal. The idea we were discussing was the goal of not wasting your life by not experiencing new things or missing opportunities to experiment just because of what others might think. So his response made me think he was just agreeing with my last comment.“You raised your butt a couple of times when I was sliding your shorts down,” he said flatly with an eye raised.I gulped. ‘We’ll be gone in a minute. No one gets hurt, here. No one gets hurt so long as they behave themselves.’ ‘I know you,’ said Mrs. Enunzio without an Italian accent as the man turned to leave. ‘The fish eat the eyes of your no good bastard father for killing my babies.’ Michael wondered if, in his fright, he imagined Mrs. Enunzio had said that without her Italian accent or if someone else was with them in the vault. ‘C’mon, c’mon,’ repeated someone from outside the vault. ‘Forty-five seconds.’.