Chapter 82: Nolan

Nolan sat up and glanced at the clock.

He had a little more than an hour till he needed to report for his shift. He wanted a good twelve hours with Yvonne, but he'd take what he could get. For now.

Yvonne stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked, holding a strip of three condoms.

"Fucking..."

His mouth dried up and his body went tight. All his blood rushed to his groin.

Yvonne hid a luscious body under all those conservative outfits. Generous breasts and a round ass, she was made for a man's hands.

She sauntered toward him, her hair curling down over the tops of her breasts.

"You're over-dressed," she said.

The hell he was.

He reached down and yanked his polo over his head.

Yvonne tipped her head to the side and stared at his Kevlar vest. "That's new."

"Not really." He yanked the straps securing it into place then slid out of it and placed the vest on the foot of the bed.

"Do these work?" She placed her fingertips on the vest.

"Yeah."

"Good. I like you