The Edge of Obsession (Black Ops Confidential 2.5)

He pumped into her, took her with every bit of need and want, the power of his thrust speaking for his heart.

She cried out, whimpering and moaning, writhing and rocking, and then biting his shoulder as she came. He rode into her, ignoring the bang, bang, bang of his knees against the cabinet doors, toppling over the edge with her.

Spent, he buried his head in her shoulder. “I love you.”

She brought her mouth to his ear. “I love you more.”

Epilogue

Dressed in heels and a dress that clung to her in a way she knew would please Sion, Dada climbed the stairs to his new apartment.

Dada detested the time away from Sion, her man, but as a member of the League of Warrior Women, she was required to go home, make reports, and allow herself to take part in the final arr

angements for taking out Walid and his brother Aamir.

Things were progressing nicely. Well, except for her sister’s insistence on killing both the men at the same time. That was foolish, but Momma had approved of Justice’s plan, and who was Dada to say anything?

It wasn’t much longer now. Mere weeks. Soon, she and Sion would be free to live wherever they wanted.

She climbed the steps to Sion’s apartment, happy to be home. And not sure when she’d begun to think of him as home. But that’s the way it was. It wasn’t his apartment—though they had been living together now for nearly a year—it was him.

The smell of dinner seeped under the door as she placed her key in the door. He had music on. A salsa. And was dancing at the stove with an apron wrapped around him. His body swayed as he added a pinch of spice to what smelled like pozole. Yum. She was ravenous.

And not just for food. She was ravenous—starved—for him. The moment he began to twerk at the stove, she knew he was aware of her.

Smiling, she put her bags down and walked across the room. Her hot hands slid under the thin material of his apron to his toned, hard abs. He didn’t stop moving his hips, only bumped them back against her, sending desire flying through her.

She bit his ear. “Take this off. I need you.”

After he turned off the burner, he spun in her arms. And without a word, he was kissing her, claiming her, welcoming her home.

Her heart felt whole again as the blood began to pound through her body. And she realized, she’d do anything to keep him safe.

So she told him, whispering in soft Spanish, “Querido, eres mi mundo.”

His lips covered hers, silencing her, telling her with his body what she’d said with her words. She was his world, too.

She let herself sink into the feeling. For now, all was as it should be.

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Good food, good sex, and now the promise of this mission finally coming to an end.

A few weeks left, and her family would take out the men who were holding thousands of women around the world, including Sophia, captive.

It was as good a day as any day he was with her. Now, he sat in a striped chair on the balcony with his woman half-dressed in his lap, afraid to hope what she’d just told him was real.

Sophia’s alive. She’s safe.

“Say it again, luv. Please.”

Dada squirmed in his lap, turned to face him. Behind her, the city glowed pink with the sunset. “She’s alive, my love. She’s safe. Rescued from a slaver.”

“Sophia’s alive?”

“Yes. We couldn’t find her because the trafficker had called her by a different name. Cookie.”

“When can I see her?”

Dada smiled, put her hands on his face. “You can head to the States—to safety—tomorrow.”

Sion’s mouth set into a grim line. This wasn’t the first time she’d tried to get him to give up this mission and leave it to her. “No, luv. I’m in this with you. If she’s safe, I will see her again.” And he would. He longed to see Sophia, see for himself that the child—no longer so young or innocent—was safe. But he trusted Dada and her family. If they had her, she was safe.

“But—”

This woman. “I leave here when this mission is done.” He placed his hand on her stomach and rubbed. “I leave here when you and our son leave here. Not a moment sooner.”

She smiled against his lips and kissed him. “Not much longer, my love. And until then, we have glorious Mexican sunsets, good friends, and hot nights to enjoy.”

Speaking of hot nights… He stood, lifting her into his arms.

She cried out, laughing. “Your leg! You can’t possibly carry me!”

Oh yes he could. And would. “My wife and son are always safe in my arms, luv. Trust me.”

She quieted and whispered, “Forever, my love. Forever.”