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He stiffened in her mouth, and she braced herself to take everything he gave her.

When the first spurt hit her tongue, it was with such force that she almost choked. But she held it together and swallowed him down as it kept coming.

When he finally stopped filling her mouth, she swallowed one last time and wiped her face with the back of her hand.

“Jesus Christ, Olivia. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done with you.”

It wasn’t. Not even close, in her opinion. But it was one of the most public. She was surprised nobody had banged on the door yet.

She stood and washed her hands, and Ripley did the same. When they got back to the pool, instead of going to their loungers, she peeled off the simple wrap dress, no longer caring if anyone saw that her ass was still red. It was dark outside, and all that exertion made her hot.

“I’m going in,” she said before she sat on the edge and dropped into the lukewarm water.

Chapter 15

RIPLEYstaredathislaptop screen and tried to make sense of the email in front of him.

Why would anyone at the CIA care about him being with Olivia?

It was a notice to terminate contact and come in for a safety briefing. It wasn’t happening, of course. He didn’t belong to the US government anymore. He was retired and they couldn’t tell him what to do.

For now, he ignored the email and went to wake his girl. After the pool last night, they’d come back to the hotel room and fucked like it was their job. All night. So, she had gotten little sleep. But her first session was supposed to start in just over an hour, and he needed to make sure she got food before she had to start the day.

When he walked into the bedroom, she was already sitting up, bleary-eyed.

“Morning,” she muttered with a shy smile.

“Morning, baby girl. Did you sleep OK?”

She frowned. “As good as expected, for only having gotten two hours.”

Ripley didn’t like that’s all the sleep she got, but he wasn’t fairing much better.

“Do you want breakfast in bed, or do you want to hit one of the restaurants downstairs?”

“Let’s do the buffet.”

He grimaced. Buffets were so unsanitary. But he’d let her suck him off in a public bathroom last night, so he didn’t have a leg to stand on with that argument this morning. And he wanted to make her happy, so he grabbed a t-shirt from his suitcase and pulled it on.

“Buffet it is. What are you most excited about today?”

She grinned. “A repeat of last night, but somewhere else?”

He threw his head back and laughed. “I’ve created a monster. Perhaps we ought to hold off on the arrest worthy offenses for a night.”

She pretended to pout but climbed out of bed and walked to the closet. She’d unpacked everything, unlike Ripley who was used to living out of a backpack for weeks at a time.

When they were seated at the buffet twenty minutes later, he told her to stay where she was.

“Daddy will get your plate today,” he said.

At first, she looked like she wanted to argue, but closed her mouth and nodded. “OK. Just remember I’m allergic to tomatoes.”

He caressed her cheek and nodded. “I remember, baby.”

He came back a few minutes later with two egg white omelets, fruit, and some whole wheat toast.

“What is this?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

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