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“Omigod!”

Jaxson presses firmly but gently on my stomach to hold me in place. He attacks my clit with enthusiasm until I’m a spineless mess. I lace my fingers into his hair, holding on for dear life. He inserts a finger and pumps it in and out until I’m withering beneath him.

“Jaxson, don’t stop,” I plead.

The hand resting on my stomach slides up and tweaks my nipples as he adds a second finger, hitting that delicious spot deep within.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn as I detonate.

He nips my clit and sucks hard as my legs grip his head, locking him in place. When the pleasure subsides, he places a kiss on my stomach and climbs up beside me, gathering me in his arms.

“Was that okay?” he asks.

“It was perfect,” I whisper.

CHAPTER 25

JAXSON

Ring.Ring.

I tighten my arms around Aurora and inhale her sweet vanilla scent. The shrill sound of my cell echoes throughout the room, and I close my eyes and sigh. Not wanting to wake Aurora, I slide my arms free, sit up, and hit the green button without checking to see who it is.

“Give me a minute,” I grumble, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

Aurora stirs and stretches out beside me, and the blanket slips, exposing her full round breasts. Phone call forgotten, my cock springs to attention. My fingers circle her nipples until they form stiff peaks, and when she moans in her sleep, I lean over to capture her mouth.

“Captain,” Benson shouts from my lap.

“Shit!” I push the phone up to my ear. “What?”

Her eyes snap open. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, go back to sleep,” I encourage. “I’ll go out to the living room.”

She rubs the sleep from her eyes, sits up against the headboard, and places her hand on my arm. “Don’t go.”

I press my lips against hers, completely ignoring the irate voice on the other end of the line.

“Rivers!” Benson yells. “Fucking answer me dammit.”

Aurora giggles. “Sounds urgent. You better get that.”

“This better be good, Benson,” I threaten.

“We found an Oleg Sorokin,” he says, exasperated. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.”

“Who’s Oleg Sorokin?”

“What did you say?” Aurora asks, her voice shaky.

I put Benson on speaker. “Repeat that Benson, I have Aurora with me. You’re on speaker.”

“Aurora’s with you? It’s zero-two hundred.” Benson pauses. “Fuck it, not my business. Anyway, Russia was a gold mine of information. We caught up to someone in the Sorokin family who was more than happy to give up Oleg’s location after thirty minutes of…interrogation.”

“That’s Dmitri’s number two!” Aurora shouts and scrambles out of bed, throwing on clothes. “Where is he?”

“Uh… Rivers?” Benson asks.

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