Flynn Marcus Hunter

6.5. "Forget health clinics and gyms. Sex is the best cure. One good night of sex and your problems are gone."
Grace Jones

Co-written with shouldbemodest
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Lara stood naked in front of the window, looking out at the view of New York City from her hotel room. It was true she didn't make it to this side of the Atlantic very often. In fact, there was a large part of her that hated America. She was English born, and bred, and English she would stay. She might have a taste for travelling the world, but she knew where home was. However, at night, there was definitely a certain charm about the lights. The only light in the hotel room came from a bedside lamp, so she hardly feared being spotted.

Even here she knew there would be British paparazzi no doubt waiting for a shot of Lady Croft in the nude. They could wait a bit longer. Her long hair flowed down her back, the ends just brushing against the top of her arse. It was still damp from the shower she and Flynn had just shared. The bruises on her thigh and buttocks from where he'd gripped her tightly and slammed her back against the tiles were just blossoming, but she didn't mind. Any marks from tonight were ones she would proudly wear. It had been a long time she'd been shagged so thoroughly.

( The male escort hadn't wasted any time once he'd entered the room, taking Lara on the small table against the wall near the door... )


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