Page 41 of Ex-SEAL Bad Boy

I wonder who else might get caught up in this? Whitmore was not running some Lolita Island or anything like that. Everything he was doing was on the down-low, but there had to be people who knew about it.

Some people claim to be friends of Whitmore—heads of state and other politicians, corporate CEOs, celebrities. For a recluse, he has quite a circle of admirers.

Which raises another question.

Even if we manage to bring Whitmore down, would we still have a target on our backs? We may not have anything more to say, but some people can be vindictive if they feel we’ve threatened their livelihoods.

For the moment anyway, I feel relatively safe. Maybe tomorrow Sophia and I can live like normal, at least for one day.

I walk into the room and smile as I hear her snoring lightly.

I wonder if what I’m feeling for her in this moment is love?

Maybe. Possibly.

The day dawned bright and clear, and I sit in a lawn chair perched on the second-floor balcony, a cup of awful motel coffee in my hand.

I take the last swallow, heading into the room to see if Sophia is awake yet.

She’s still in bed, but opens one sleepy eye as I step inside.

“Well, good morning, sleepy head,” I say cheerfully.

“What time is it?” she groans.

“Almost ten.”

I had been up since just after dawn, force of habit, and went down to get coffee and a bagel at the shop across the street. Their coffee was much better than the stuff in the motel office. When I needed a refill, I topped it up with the “motor oil” in the office. Figured it was worth a shot. It wasn’t.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” I say, sitting on the corner of the bed. Maybe we can stay here a few days and find the safest place to lay low. Might be nice to relax a bit.”

“Are you sure that’s safe,” she asks, sitting up.

“Should be OK, at least for now. It might be the last rest we get for a while.”

She looks at me skeptically. “Well, you’re the boss.”

“Yes, I am,” I reply, crawling into bed beside her.

I have no toys, no plans in mind; it’s just Sophia and me, and that’s enough.

She is naked beneath the sheets, and I can feel the heat emanating from her body. She’s practically a furnace.

I spoon her from behind, nuzzling my nose into the nape of her neck.

She smells musky. It’s incredibly erotic.

I’m surprised when she lets out a small giggle.

“Your beard tickles.”

I guess I haven’t considered that, not having shaven for a few days.

I begin to nibble at her ear, drawing a soft moan, and my hand finds her soft upper thigh, stroking gently with just the tips of my fingers.

Feeling her shudder, I begin running the palms of my hands up her thighs and over her pussy, just barely touching her, leaving her needing more.

I begin kissing her forcefully, pushing my mouth against hers, letting my tongue part her lips and probe the inside of her mouth.

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