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And I’d probably drink most of it myself.

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GARRETT

Saralisa wanted to visit her friend Marcin in Poland, so we went to visit her friend Marcin in Poland. I’d never been to Gdansk, only to Drawsko Pomorskie for a period of training when I was in the Marines, and this trip was far more civilised. No dorms, no shared showers, no wet-behind-the-ears trainee mistaking a live grenade for a dummy and fuck, that had been a hair-raising moment.

At the beginning of June, temperatures were in the low sixties, pleasant for walking but not sunbathing weather. The firm that provided Jack Morrow and his team had an office in Poland, and I’d engaged them to find us a secure rental property. I didn’t think Mandell would come after Saralisa overseas, especially since we’d mothballed the investigation, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

“Home sweet temporary home.”

I unlocked the door of our apartment and ushered Saralisa inside. The security team would base themselves in the unit next door, and I hoped to fuck the soundproofing was up to scratch.

“This is beautiful.”

“No, you’re beautiful. This is pleasant.”

Three bedrooms, a large, open-plan living area, and a quiet office so we could both work remotely—it was everything we needed. And she was everything I needed.

Marcin had invited us to stay with him and his boyfriend, but since we weren’t sure how long we’d be spending in Europe, we hadn’t felt comfortable imposing. We’d see enough of them in the dance lessons Saralisa had signed us up for. Plus we were having dinner with them this evening—Marcin and Andriy, plus Marcin’s father and his fourth wife. Saralisa was looking forward to it, and so was I, but first, I had to do something about my aching cock.

Convincing Saralisa to join the mile-high club would take a few more flights and possibly a private jet. I’d had to settle for getting her off in first class somewhere over the Atlantic, but she’d been too nervous to return the favour.

And now she was running around the apartment like a kid, opening all the doors and drawers. Four months ago, she wouldn’t have done this. No, she’d have sat in the corner, quiet, and accepted whatever life threw at her.

“They left us a bottle of champagne. And chocolates! I love it here already.”

The bed should also be covered in rose petals, and I waited for her to find them. It didn’t take long.

“Oh my… Did you do this?”

“Do what?”

A moment passed. “You’ll have to come and see.”

My lips twitched with a smile as I headed for the master bedroom, pulling my shirt over my head as I went. Yeah, I’d see. And then I’d come. My belt was undone, my cock half-hard by the time I saw her naked on the bed, arms resting above her head.

“Turn over.”

She did as she was told, stretching languidly like a cat. That was another way she’d changed—shyness took a back seat to confidence these days, although she’d happily cede control in the bedroom. My perfect woman. Right now, her ass was pretty as a picture, just waiting for my palm. I toed off my boots, dropped my jeans to the floor, and knelt on the bed behind her.

“Not fast enough.”

“Sorry, sir.” Saralisa turned her head and bit that lip, knowing exactly what it did to me. “Show me how bad I’ve been.”

She wasn’t even a tiny bit sorry, but I gave her what she wanted. Her ass turned deliciously pink, and those breathy gasps made me throb. This woman was mine in every way.

“I need you,” she choked.

Her pink pussy lips gaped open, and she got me. Hard. Bare. She was on birth control now, not that I’d be unhappy if she ended up pregnant. I wanted kids someday, and I wanted them with her. She’d agreed to the “someday.” When her new business was up and running, when Mandell was out of the picture and her inheritance was finalised, then we’d start thinking about a family.

For now, it was just the two of us, and I gave in to the urge and slammed into her, knowing she’d stop me if she was uncomfortable. So far, she’d only used her safe word once, and that was when I’d been tickling her feet with a feather and she was giggling uncontrollably. This rough, hard pounding was precisely what she liked.

I didn’t need to ask whether she was close; I knew she was. Saralisa didn’t hide her feelings in bed. I reached for her clit and circled that perfect nub with a fingertip, following her over the edge as she milked my cock.

“I love you,” she told me, her voice weak from exertion.

“I love you too.”

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