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Tension builds in my sac. Gripping tight, I slam into her, swirling my hips to grind against her sensitive clit. Again, Randi cries out as her walls squeeze me mercilessly. With a curse I plunge deep, molding her back to the wall as I find my release. Sweat drips down my chest, slicking the places our bodies touch.

“You're mine, Randi Sawyer.”

“Yours, Trey Benson. Only yours.”

Chapter Six

Randi

April

Idon’t conceal my awe as I take in the scenery out the tinted window. Munich, Germany, is far more breathtaking than I could’ve imagined, and we've only been driving for five minutes. Twisting along the limo’s seat, I grip the door handle and press my nose against the cold glass.

“Sit back, ma'am,” Trey chastises from the opposite bench seat. “It's just the interstate.”

“A foreign interstate,” I say over my shoulder, still gazing at the strange landscape. “First time here in Germany, remember?” Sighing, I relax back against the seat, smile so wide a dull ache spreads. “I know I'm here for the summit and I have to do work—”

“You mean focus on climate change and how it will affect future generations.”

I stick out my tongue and roll my eyes. “Exactly. Anyway, I still get to see a country I've never seen before. So don't judge me if I get a little excited about the things you seem to think are so mundane.”

Cutting my eyes away from the rolling landscape, I see him give a stiff nod in return before shifting his intense focus back to Todd. My inspecting gaze trails from the huge gun strapped across Trey’s chest down to the tactical pants and black military style boots. Sucks that we haven't had any time alone the past couple months. One night a month isn't cutting it for me, but traveling and fighting tooth and nail to convince every congressman and senator to stop the bill from passing hasn't left much time for us.

“What’s with the outfit?” I ask, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him. I get we're in a different country, but this is a bit extreme, in my opinion. It's not like I'm the president or anything.

I shift my gaze to Todd, who's sitting a little too close, a scowl on his face as he swipes across the screen of his iPad.

A hint of a smirk tugs at Trey's lips before he shuts it down. “There was some chatter surrounding the summit. We wanted the extra security inside the limo just in case.”

“In case of what?” I ask, brows raised.

“Have you seen this?” Todd asks, sliding the iPad onto my lap. Trey's shoulders stiffen, his eyes flicking from mine to Todd’s hand now resting on my knee. “The Russian President is requesting a meeting with you tonight.”

I narrow my eyes at Trey’s huffed heavy breath as he cracks his neck. What the hell is wrong with him?

Keeping a cautious eye on Trey, I grip the iPad between both hands and bring the screen a little closer. “What the hell?” I grumble.

“He's here.”

I whip my head to face Todd. “He's here? As in Munich?”

He nods and points to the screen. “Yes. The Russian president wants a meeting. Tonight.”

“A meeting.”

“With you. Tonight. Keep up, Miss Sawyer.”

“Watch it,” Trey grunts, menace lacing his tone.

I hold out a hand, pausing their intense stare down. “I understood what you were saying, Todd. Why me though? Why now? Unless he's tried this with past VPs.”

Todd shakes his head and slides the thin wire-frame glasses off his nose to rub both eyes. “It’s unprecedented.”

“Maybe it has something to do with me—my background in particular,” I muse, shifting my focus back out the window.

“Likely,” Todd says. “It would be a great time to use emotions to get him back in the US's good graces.”

I hold a tight breath. Slowly, each inch a calculated shift, I face Todd straight on. “And why is that, Mr. Secretary?”

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