Longarm and the Colorado gundown

_{“I am not carved from stone, Longarm. I have feelings just like anyone. I have needs. I haven’t felt a man’s arms around me since I came here. Not once, Longarm.”}

_{He set his drink down on the table, and carefully stubbed his cheroot out in the ashtray.}

_{“Does that stuff put hair on a lady’s chest too?” he asked.}

_{“We shall have to look and see,” Aggie suggested.}

_{He stood, took her by the hand, and pulled her to her feet. He disposed of her glass and her cigar, then bent and slipped one arm behind her knees, the other behind her back. He lifted her off her feet, cradling her across his chest. Agnes Bertha Able was a much more substantial female than he’d expected. Not enough to buckle his knees or anything close to it, but certainly more than he’d bargained for. Still, he managed to make her think she was feather light and that he could carry her like this indefinitely if he wished. This, he figured, this sort of domination by a man, a possession of sorts, was very likely what she really needed more than anything else.}

_{He could feel that already her breath was coming in short, panting gasps. No priming needed, she was already set to explode. By now he bet her drawers were already soaked. She put her arms around him and buried her face against the side of his neck while he carried her into the bedroom, leaving the office lights burning to be tended afterward if anyone wanted to bother.}

_{‘That was wonderful, Longarm. Marvelous. I haven’t felt this good in ... I can’t tell you when. Never, I suppose. Not like this. Not ever this good before.” She reached down and gave his cock a squeeze.}

_{A slightly too vigorous squeeze, actually. He winced and tried not to show the pain.}

_{Aggie fetched an ashtray from the bedside and balanced it on her chest. Longarm took the hint and lighted cheroots for both of them.}

_{“I think I forgot to tell you earlier, but these cigars of yours are wonderful. Much better than those awful things I’ve been buying. I never would have believed there could be so much difference.”}

_{“Quality,” he said. “It counts in everything.”}