True Bliss

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Not a millimeter of fat anywhere. And he looked great in these surroundings, great against the trappings of wealth.
    Sebastian had fantastic taste.
    And Ron had figured out what everyone else seemed to have missed; Sebastian Plato spent most of his spare time alone and his name hadn't been linked to a woman's for years, not seriously.
    Ron smiled as he stepped gingerly over rough granite tiles between the terrace and poolside. The tiles were hot on the soles of his bare feet. There were other things around here that might be hot. Deliciously hot. Like cool, distant, powerful Sebastian, on a long, warm night. Ron shivered at the thought.
    "What kept you?" Mary an asked when he sat on a chaise beside hers and held out the gin. Her voice was already slurred from the three gins she'd knocked back since they arrived. "I missed you, Ronnie." She dipped a forefinger in her gin, sucked it, and tucked the finger inside the crotch of his yellow bikini swimsuit.
    "Careful, luv." Ron hardened despite himself. Another of his talents—he knew what he preferred, but he was always ready for sex, however it came.
    Maryan wriggled her finger.
    Ron almost dropped his glass. "Maryan! We wouldn't want to shock your brother's housekeeper."
    Maryan blinked very slowly. "Don't give a flying fuck what his housekeeper thinks. Anyway, haven't seen the woman. I'm not even sure she's here. Mmm, Ronnie, you are such a big boy." She bared her gritted teeth and pulled him free of the trunks.
    "Luvvie!" Ron giggled and glanced over his shoulder at the house. "Maybe we should go in and take a nap." Maybe they should go in and she should take a nap. The sooner he got her naked and did whatever she decided she wanted this time, the sooner she'd be snoring and he'd be free for a few hours.

    Maryan squeezed. She held her tongue between her teeth and squeezed hard. "I want to do it out here. Let the old bag watch if she's around. Do her good. Maybe she'll give her husband a treat later. Take off your suit."
    "God." At least there were no other houses close enough to overlook them. "What if Sebastian comes back?"
    "She won't say anything to him. He always chooses staff with no ears or eyes. Likes his privacy."
    Ron didn't have to be told that. "I meant, what if Sebastian sees us? ... Well, you know?" Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea. A better idea might be to get rid of Maryan and do a little skinny dipping in the pool until big, bad Sebastian showed up.
    "Stand up, Ron."
    He looked at her, and down at himself. "I can t, luwie."
    "Stand up."
    He felt flushed. "No, Maryan. Give me that towel. Come on, let's go inside."
    She increased the pressure on his prick. "Do as I tell you, there's a good boy. Maryan makes sure you have a lovely life, doesn't she? Always? And she doesn't ask much in return. But she does like her few little pleasures."
    What the hell—let 'em all look. Ron set down his drink. He stood up and Maryan pulled on his most sensitive flesh until she could study it from below with smiling relish.
    "I'm a con . . ." She paused and swallowed from her glass. "A connoisseur. I pick these flawlessly." She ran her thumb over the tip of his penis. Her throaty chuckle became a gurgle of glee. She smacked his flank and watched him spring even harder.
    "We need to talk," he told her, using another little trick: dis-association. "You were right when you said we'd have our work cut out here if we couldn't get Sebastian to leave quickly. From what I saw today—and from this place—I'd say he's digging in pretty good."
    "Not now." Maryan slapped him again.
    Ron flinched. "Inside, my love." Even a man of his single-minded powers was human. "I've been thinking. We've got to

    be very careful to protect your interests." To protect his own interests.
    "Mmm. You do a wonderful job of dealing with my interests."
    "I read that local newspaper article. That's the woman, isn't it? The one heading the damned committee against us. That's the woman you think he may

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