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We both moan when he slides inside me. He leans back until we can both watch him thrust in and out. Between the sight of him sliding in and out, and the cut abs he’s displaying with the angle he’s maintaining, I’m practically drooling. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look at me, Henley,” he orders.
My eyes jerk up and lock with his. The dark obsidian stones glitter with need. Mesmerizing.
“Tell me what you feel,” he says, his voice savage. Not once does he stop moving, and I can do nothing but give him the truth.
“Your body, moving in and out of mine, stretching me, until I feel so full I can’t imagine taking one more inch. But I want more. I want all of you,” I cry. “Don’t hold back. Not anymore.”
“Are you sure?” he asks gruffly.
I pull his head to me. “Every single inch of you,” I whisper. With my lips, I demand his surrender with every stroke of my tongue.
“Deal,” he snaps back.
“Deal,” I echo. My body locks onto his and squeezes hard. I’m so close. I slip my hand between our bodies and circle his cock tightly. Wanting to feel him and me together.
“Fuck, Henley,” he swears.
“Mmm,” I respond, sliding my hand from him to myself, circling and stroking, until I fall over the edge. My breath catches, and my body pulses on his, over and over.
He lays me at an angle with only my upper back on the bed, but my hips are still in his lap meeting his. Rising, he thrusts in and out quickly, driving himself higher and higher, while I watch. His mouth drops open for a second, and he stops, but inside, the warmth fills me up.
Not a minute later, the phone rings, making him chuckle. Then mine rings. Both stop but start again almost immediately.
He frowns and slides out of my body, making us both groan. Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, he leans down and presses a hard kiss on my lips. “Much better than my usual workout. Thank you.”
“Anytime, Mr. Santos.” I say cheekily, watching his eyes flare at the name. Interesting. I blush, thinking about role playing with him.
“Mateo, what’s up?” He moves toward the end of the bed and stands. “Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t give them permission to release his picture. What does the article say about the fire?”
I get up and head for the shower. Whatever this is, it’s not good, which means we’ll be heading out soon.
* * *
The caskets rollup the belt and into the plane. My eyes drift to Thomas and watch his hands clench at his side. “I’m so sorry.”
“It was my fault,” he remarks. “I underestimated the enemy and deployed my team ineffectually. I won’t make that mistake again. They’re escalating. We will too. Military tactics from here on out.” He dips his chin and heads out the door of the plane.
The big guy from the other night ducks his head and enters. With his finger on the trigger of his gun, he takes a stance near the door and waits. The rest of his team is outside watching the loading and preparation of the plane for take-off. This isn’t the same process we followed on the way out here. Vigilance is high.
Thiago steps onto the plane and the guy turns to let him pass, then moves back into position.
He eyes him with satisfaction, then strides down the aisle toward me. “Another team will meet us when we land. I’ll go to the ATF offices with my lawyer, and you’ll meet Mateo at SEI. Okay?”
The ATF released Marcos’ picture this morning along with the findings of their investigation—the deliberate bombing of SEI’s satellite office. They’ve named Diego their prime suspect based on the video of him killing Marcos, and his subsequent coverup of the crime. They listed the other eight victims, including Jason, along with their pictures.
The publicity is bad. Thiago’s been on the phone with his lawyer and PR team since he picked up Mateo’s call this morning.
“I’m going to try to get the ATF to make a statement at the press conference tomorrow regarding the full cooperation we’ve extended to them. We set up a fund for the victim’s families the day after the fire, which will hopefully lend some credence to our intent to support the investigation and help them through this terrible situation. At the end of the day, Diego was our head of security, and it was our building. We’re responsible, and we’ll own it,” he states firmly. “Are you doing okay?”
“Good. Ready to get home,” I reply, looking out the window to the team below. Thomas makes a circle with his hand, and they load onto the plane. Thick fingers lace between mine and I squeeze them tightly. It’s going to be a firestorm.
CHAPTER29
HENLEY
The airport is a mad crush of press. Thankfully, they’re contained on the other side of the fence and not allowed in SEI’s private hangar. Two SUVs and a security team will go with Thiago. Two will go with me. The hearse will leave once the press is gone. One SUV will remain here for Thomas, who is staying with them to make sure they’re delivered safely to the funeral home.
