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other into the hair at the base of his neck and pressed as deep as I could go. It was far enough to make him feel me, not far enough to choke him—bleeding guilt into our sex was the fastest way to make it stop as far as Raul was concerned.
    I held his head still and thrust into him, barely able to keep my eyes from crossing. My body balanced on a knife’s edge of pleasure, too quickly ready to come and unable to hold back. Raul sucked and swallowed, his hands still on my hips gripping me hard, and all too soon my orgasm went from idea to imminent, then crashed into me and swept my remaining restraint away. I shouted when I came, sublimating the last of my adrenaline dump from earlier, the anxiety of the day, the pain of watching my own parents betray me on national television into the sharp, sweet rush of pleasure.
    Raul pressed his nose to my belly as he swallowed every drop. I finally pulled back, quivering and oversensitive, and slumped down until we were crowded together in a messy pile. I was panting and sated, but Raul’s dick strained the cloth of his sweatpants. Raul was close enough he was shaking—it was clearly so much harder now for him to hold his climax back when he experienced mine secondhand.
    “What . . . what can I do,” I mumbled, touching his lips. “What do you want?”
    “Edward—God—like this, wait . . .” Raul pulled down on my shoulders and ground up into me, driving like a nail against my perineum, up into the softness of my sac and back down, only a few times, before he came in a rush, bending his head to my shoulder as he groaned, “God, I love you.”
    And I knew that, I knew how much Raul loved me. We’d had our moment of truth and it had ended with Raul fighting literally to the death to win my favor, with him killing for me, risking imprisonment and torture on my behalf. Raul would do anything for me, and I ached to prove I could do the same for him.
    I managed to ignore the absolute ridiculousness of our position for a few more minutes before I had to back up and get some space, or completely overheat. That left me standing naked from the waist down, in a sweaty, rucked-up hoodie, being laughed at by a lover who’d made a mess in his own pants.
    “You’ve got no room to mock me,” I told him, but I was laughing too. “Look at you, you need another shower.”
    “Come with me,” he said. “There’s only enough hot water left for one, at this point.”
    That was probably true; someday we would use our ill-gotten gains to buy a better hot-water heater, but it kept slipping my mind. Likely since we showered together a lot. “I should study some more.”
    “Edward.” Raul stood and kissed me lightly on the lips. He must have felt how much I liked it, because he smiled and put his hands on my shoulders. “You’re as prepared as you’re going to get. You said it yourself: this is your own bank. You know the people, the layout, and the timing. All you have to do now is pull off the job, right?”
    “Right.” I wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince.
    “And I’ll be nearby, in case . . . well, just in case.” He kissed me again, then tugged me along toward the shower. I let him guide me without a struggle. He was right, of course. I knew what I needed to do. I knew how things were going to go. Tomorrow would be picture-perfect, my first solo job, my chance to prove myself as a Villain.
    Tomorrow had to go well. I wouldn’t let it happen any other way.

Has anyone heard of compliance protocol before? It’s the idea that the best way for an institution to emerge unscathed from a criminal altercation is to let it happen. Statistically speaking, there’s less property damage and loss of life in, say, a bank robbery if the employees are compliant. This protocol tends to break down on a more individual level, but on a grand scale it gets results.
    Funny thing about compliance protocol in Panopolis, though . . . it could be going the way of the dodo. Everyone’s seen