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“I’ll make you come,” I murmured as I made my way down her silky-smooth body; when my tongue tasted her, she cried out and raised her hips. My hands held her ass and raised her even more so I had the perfect view as I enjoyed driving her wild.

My thumb found her clit, and I rubbed it as she cried out, and she came fast and hard. I raised and pushed inside her, pumping fast and hard. She orgasmed a moment before I pushed deep inside her and came crying out her name.

“Lori,” I whispered before leaning down and kissing her.

“This feels so good. I’m glad you’re here with me. When you return from your mission, we should lock ourselves in a room for three days, just the two of us. We can make love all day long.”

That sounds wonderful to me. We’ll go away and not tell a soul where we are. That way, we won’t be disturbed,” I kissed her. I’m ready to make more love to you right now. What do you say to us staying up all night?”

“Yes, and this time, I’m going to please you,” Lori said as she kissed my neck and went down my body. My cock was more rigid than I can ever remember, and when her lips closed around my cock I lost everything in my head. All I knew was I must have died and gone to heaven.

We fell asleep around two in the morning. When I woke up, Lori’s legs were on mine. I looked at my phone and realized we had overslept.

“What time is it?” Lori asked.

“It’s eight-fifteen,” I said, leaning down and kissing her.

“Do we have time for breakfast? When do you have to leave?”

“First, we will make love, and then have breakfast. I can stay until noon,” I said as my hand drifted down between her legs. We stayed in bed until ten, and then we went to breakfast. I hated leaving Lori, but I had a mission I had to do.

I kissed her goodbye and left for the airport. I hated leaving her there, but I would see her in a week or less.

23

Gage

When we landed,the family was already waiting at the airport. That was unexpected—we were supposed to pick them up from their home.

From the moment I saw them, it was clear that Aya was the one in charge. She carried herself with authority, making it known that this was strictly business. Her husband stood beside her, holding their daughter’s hand.

Oliver and I took the back seats so we could observe them. No one spoke. Even their daughter, a seven-year-old named Mary, remained silent. As I skimmed through their file, I noted the husband's name—Mel.

I shifted forward and sat across from them. “I need to ask some questions,” I said, meeting Aya’s gaze. “Why do you think your brother wants to kill you?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Because he told me he would if I showed up.”

“Is he your only sibling?”

“No,” she said. “I have another brother—he’s older. I haven’t spoken to my family in a year, so I was surprised when they called to tell me about my mother’s death. My brothers havenever liked me, especially after my father left his medals to me before he passed.”

“If you know he’s going to kill you, then why are you going?”

“Because those medals belong to me. When I last saw my mother, she told me they were mine. My brothers don’t believe me. My oldest brother has kept them since our father died.”

“That makes sense,” I said. “In most families, the oldest son inherits things like that.”

“My mother made it clear—those medals were meant for me,” she insisted. “I’m going to get them, even if my brothers try to stop me.”

I glanced at her husband, searching for his thoughts on the matter. His expression remained carefully neutral.

“I’ve told Aya she should let her brother keep them,” he said finally. “But she’s made up her mind. Strangely, the oldest brother hasn’t said anything about it—it’s the younger one stirring up trouble. He doesn’t think she has the right to take them.”

I turned back to Aya. “When did your father die?”

She hesitated before answering. “When I was fifteen. My oldest brother has had the medals since then. Julian—my younger brother—believes they should stay with him because, in our culture, such honors are traditionally passed down to the eldest son.”

“And you disagree?”

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