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stopped, pulled
down her pajama pants, and quickly stepped out of them.   She tossed them onto a chair, leaving her big
pajama shirt as her only clothing, and then ran out of her bedroom and down her
stairs.   Her staff and the other
attorneys in the AG’ office had this button-down image of her as all business
all the time.   But they never saw her
with Brent.   Brent brought out the kid in
her.
    By the time she made it downstairs, hurried across the foyer,
and opened her front door, Brent was just heading up the walkway.   And her heart leaped with even more
gladness.   He wore a suit, but man did he
wear it well. He looked fine as wine to her with his thick, wavy black hair,
his bright, grass-green eyes, and that athletically-built body that turned her
on in every way.   Even as she stood at
her front door, with that Maine wind whipping her in her brown face, she
couldn’t help but admire the man coming her way.   Her eyes even trailed down to that bundle
between his legs, a bundle she could already feel pleasuring her as he
approached her, a bundle that she always craved whenever he wasn’t with her.
But he was with her now.   Her man was in
town.   It felt like Christmas to her!
    When Brent saw her standing there and saw for himself that
she was alright, he smiled a smile that lit up his face.
    Just seeing him smile made her love him as much as she
desired him, and she couldn’t help herself.   She ran to him.    In only a pajama
top that barely covered her behind, in the cool Maine air, she ran to him.  
    “You came!” she said excitedly as he took her into his arms,
and lifted her up.
    “Are you truly alright?” he asked her.   He looked into her eyes, as if that would
tell him the real story.
    “I’m absolutely alright now that you’re here,” Makayla said,
and Brent relaxed.   Since he first
received that phone call from Joan, he relaxed.
    “And that prick is going to pull through?” he asked.
    “Yeah, thank God.   But
he’s in a lot of trouble.”
    “You mean with me?   You’re right about that.”
    “No, silly.   With the
Feds.   My supervisor said he’s been under
investigation for money laundering and they were closing in on him.”
    “Geez, what a lovely man.”
    “I think he came here to try and rekindle his past, because
he knew he had no future.   But he wanted
it the way it used to be, before he went to D.C., before he decided to accept
bribes and indulge his greed.   He’s got a
world of trouble, but none of it includes me.”
    “I know,” Brent said, rubbing down her hair, “but I still
hate what he put you through.   I still
hate that he had to bring his sickness to you.”
    Makayla nodded.   She
agreed.   Then she smiled.   “I’m just so happy you didn’t listen to me,
and came anyway.”
    Brent smiled too.   “No
way were you going to go through this alone,” he said, and stared at her
mouth.   He wanted to kiss her
desperately, and was about to, but Makayla stopped him.
    “We aren’t exactly in the privacy of my home,” she said, and
Brent suddenly remembered where they were.   He looked around, saw an old lady standing on her stoop staring at them,
and then he smiled and carried Makayla inside.
    It felt as if it had been so long, when it hadn’t been that
long since they were together, and he wanted to relish feeling her in his arms
again. He had so many women in his lifetime, so many different women, but none
of them held his heart the way Makayla did.   Not one!
    He carried her across her threshold and closed the door
behind them.   As soon as that door
closed, she wrapped her legs around him.   He could feel the nakedness between her legs press against his cock, and
he placed his hands beneath the bottom of her pajama shirt and cupped her bare
ass.   And they began kissing like the
star-crossed lovers they sometimes felt they were, in the foyer of her quiet home.
    “You’re certain you’re okay?” he asked her when his