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I raised my index finger to my lips, the porter smiled understandingly, and quietly wheeled his cart into the room. I signed for the bill, and he made his exit just as Cricket began to stir.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I said. “There’s some breakfast here for you. We’ve got eggs, bacon—”

“Coffee,” she rasped.

“We do have coffee. We also have fruit, toast—”

“Coffee. Black.”

“I’m sensing a need for coffee,” I teased.

“Coffee. Now, biker boy.”

I poured her a cup and brought it to her in bed. She was laying on her side with one leg hiked over the covers, which were gathered in between her thighs. Her ample ass was on display like the perfect apple hanging from a tree, and I could not resist the urge to take a bite.

“Hey, mister, don’t even think about it. Not before I’ve had my coffee,” she warned.

“How about a kiss?” I asked.

“That, I can do.”

I set the cup on the nightstand, leaned down, and kissed her slowly and sweetly. My lips made my way down to her neck, and I felt Cricket shudder. She whimpered, slightly arching her back, before pushing me off.

“I’m serious. Donotget me started. You promised me coffee.”

“Fair enough,” I said smiling, handing her the cup as she sat up in bed. Her tits were glorious, and she made no attempt to cover herself, nor did she seem fazed at all exposing herself to me in the light of the day.

Cricket had always possessed a confidence that attracted me to her more than anything else. She was still vulnerable and sweet, but never seemed overly bothered about herappearance, or body image, not that she had a damned thing to worry about. She was perfect. Still, I knew plenty of women who were drop dead gorgeous and still hated everything about themselves… Cricket wasn’t one of them. I tried not to stare, but who the fuck was I kidding?

We spent most of the next hour catching up, grazing through the bounty of our breakfast buffet, and generally avoiding any serious conversation, which I knew we couldn’t do forever. We eventually got dressed, much to my dismay, and I began preparing myself mentally for bringing the flow of such beautiful morning to a grinding halt.

“Look, we never got to finish our conversation last night,” I said.

“I guess I kind of derailed us there at the end, didn’t I?” Cricket smiled.

“I’m not complaining by any means, it’s just that I promised I wouldn’t keep anything from you, and there’s a very important detail that we didn’t get to cover last night.”

“Whatdetail?” Cricket asked.

“An important one that involves the three million dollars we talked about.”

“Oh, that? I’d just about forgotten all about that,” she said playfully. “What about it?”

“Well… we don’t exactly have it,” I replied.

“Come again?” Cricket asked, no longer smiling.

“We have it, but it’s not currently in our possession.”

“So, then youdon’thave it?”

“No, we do. It’s just that someone else currently has ownership of the money, and later today, I’m going to reacquire it from him.”

“And who is this person who has taken ownership of your money?”

“Viper. The president of Los Psychos, a rival Mexican club.”

In her defense, upon hearing this information, Cricket did not freak out or head for the door. However, what she did do, may have been more disconcerting. She got quiet. Really quiet. After a few tense moments, I tried unsuccessfully tosoften the blow. “I know this sounds bad, but—”

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