Page 83 of Commander

He seated himself to the hilt.

“Being inside you is like heaven.” He pulled out and thrust back in. “Don’t ever think I want you for anything other than you.”

I clenched at his shoulders as my pussy walls contracted around his length.

“Okay.” I met each thrust with the rotation of my hips. “Faster, please, I’m almost there.”

“Hold on, love. I’ll give you what you want.”

He adjusted our bodies so he could sit on the bench and positioned my knees so I could ride him. He met each of my movements with the upward motion of his own. It was hard and fast and loud. The sound of our wet bodies pounding against each other echoed off the tile and added to the frantic nature of our need.

He held my gaze as the first of my spasms started and then I flew apart in his arms. The clenching of my swollen pussy muscles pushed Ashur over into his own orgasm and he came deep inside my core.

* * *

My phone beepedtwenty minutes after Ashur and I crawled into bed. His hand rested against my abdomen, and his breath was slow and steady against my neck.

Another alert sounded, followed by three more

I slowly worked my way out of his arms and reached over to grab my cell. It was a series of messages from Tyler.

Meet me in your office. We’re about to hit a shit storm.

This is an emergency.

Dammit, Tara. Wake the fuck up.

I will come up there to get you.

My stomach dropped, this time not from nausea but a fear that everything was about to come crashing down.

Sliding off the bed, I grabbed my robe, slipping it on and tying it tight around my waist. I exited our room as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb Ashur.

As I made my way to my office, the dread I felt began to weigh on my shoulders. The true test for Ashur was about to come.

I entered my office to find Ameera sitting on a chair in the corner and Tyler pacing.

Ameera immediately jumped up and ran to me, engulfing me in her arms.

“Oh God, Ame. I missed you so much.”

Tears streamed down both our faces as we held each other, talking at the same time and probably making sense to no one but the other.

When we finally pulled apart, I studied her beautiful face. She looked almost completely healed with only a few lingering cuts and bruises left, and she’d gained a few pounds. She still had a few more to go before she returned to her curvy bombshell figure but this was a positive sign. Her hair was now a stylish pixie bob, a vast improvement from the almost buzz cut her captors has given her.

“The new look suits you.”

“You know how I like to keep things high fashion.” She touched the tips of her golden blond hair.

“Now that the reunion is complete, you need to take a look at these. Hamir’s sons sent these to the State Department.” Tyler handed me his phone.

I scanned through a bunch of images showing someone who looked like me meeting with known terrorists around the world.

“These are doctored. The first time I left the country in two years was only three months ago and these are dated before that.”

“The last few aren’t.”

I scrolled to the last pictures, and my heart sank. Ameera and I held guns and Tarik lay on the ground dead. The barrel of my weapon was aimed at Hamir. The look on my face was complete fury. There was no way anyone could say these pictures were tampered with. The unique design of the diamonds in my wedding band gleamed from the sunlight.

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