From Ian Fleming's "The Man with the Golden Gun"
CHAPTER 4
(Of Mary Goodnight, Bond waiting for her at a restaurant in Jamaica.)
The prairie fire of the sunset raged briefly in the west and the molten sea cooled off into the moonlit gunmetal.
A naked arm smelling of Chanel No.5 snaked round his neck and warm lips kissed the corner of his mouth. As he reached up to hold the arm where it was, a breathless voice said “Oh, James! I’m sorry. I just had to! It’s so wonderful to have you back.”
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