Page 33 of Sweet Retribution

“I’m ready to leave.” Gia spins around and marches through the galleria.

I stay close to her side, keeping my hand on the small of her back. We don’t say anything on the ride to the private jetport but the silence is different from the ride out here. I’m beaming with pride and am incredibly turned on.

When she takes a seat in one of the captain’s chairs on my jet, I buckle in next to her.

“I apologize if I ruined the work you all put. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut once I recognized her.”

Marco enters the plane and takes a seat across from me. “Bingo.”

“He’s made contact?”

“She has. We have a location,” Marco says, holding up his phone.

“Wait. What does this mean?” Gia asks, leaning over me to get a closer look at Marco’s phone.

Her hand rests on my knee and I have a clear shot of the naked spanse of her back. If I lower my head a few inches I can drag my tongue across her bare neck. If I lift my hand, I can slip my fingers to her hip. Her bare hip. I feel no elastic or lace where her panties should be.

The woman is killing me in this dress, wearing nothing underneath. My cock hardens to a painful degree when I capture her flowery scent.

She must have sensed what she does to me, and springs back to her seat. I don’t even bother hiding the bulge in my pants. With my tuxedo coat open, there’s no hiding how much she turns me on.

Marco clears his throat, and I give him my attention. “What do you want me to tell the men to do?”

“Nothing but watch. If they get spotted terminate–” I lessen my words since Gia is next to me. “Terminate their position. I’ll accept no mistakes.”

Marco nods then turns around in his seat, firing off messages on his phone.

“You pissed her off tonight.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You pushed her hard, which is why she contacted Rossi. We’ve got his location, now we wait until he leads us to the girls.” I soften my words. “And we make sure he comes nowhere near you. You were able to accomplish in five minutes what we’ve been working on for over a week.”

“I have to admit,” a wicked gleam lites her face. “I feel kinda bad ass.”

“You were very bad ass.” I give her a slight smile because she deserves one.

She returns it with one of her own, and shit, if that doesn’t nearly make me explode in my pants.

“Thanks.” She lets out a yawn before closing her eyes.

I let her sleep. It’s only a thirty minute flight, then a twenty minute ride back to the estate. Once we’re home I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself. They’ve been itching to reach between her legs and cup her mound. My fingers begging to be coated in her sweetness. My tongue as well. And, shit, my cock.

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