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I nod vaguely. “Hope you recover soon, for your poor wife’s sake. By the way, if you lied about any of this, I won’t be so civil when I come back. See you around.”
I leave the room and slip out the back. Once I drive away, I begin the series of calls that will finally ensnare that piece of shit Lysander.
“Adam,” I say without giving him a chance to say hello. Adam Quincy is my surveillance supervisor, third in command after me and Tristan, and the best programmer on this side of the globe.
“Hey, Bryce, when are you coming back? Aren’t we joining the hockey garage league again? We need you, boss.”
“All resources on every flight plan and camera access for flights from Norfolk to Mexico. Focus on Cancun,” I say, ignoring his greeting. “Set up AI surveillance for all surrounding airports as well.”
If Lysander is smart, he won’t use his regular passport, so his name might not show up anywhere.
“I expect eyes on every one of those itineraries and terminals. Lysander Wolfson is the target. There’s a file with pictures that’s already fed in the system. Once he’s spotted, I want him detained.”
“Do we secure authorization from Angel Lu at TSA or through Oscar at the Bureau?” What I love about Adam, apart from his smarts, is that he knows how to pull the right strings.
“Angel will raise less flags. Call her.”
Angel Lu is the head of operations support at the Transportation Security Administration. I’ve cooperated with numerous law enforcement agencies by lending them my patented AI technology. If I have to call in every favor, from TSA to the FBI, I’ll do it.
“Will do.” As my top surveillance man, Adam has spearheaded various projects connected to federal agencies. The direct calls he can make from his contact list would make the secretary of state jealous.
“Make sure there are no holes in this fucking net, Adam. Run the program from the last twenty days too,” I tell him, even though I had been tracking Lysander throughout that time. No harm in double checking.
I don’t believe he’s made his move. He will, though, which is when I’ll catch him. There’s no way Lysander Wolfson is getting past me.
Waking up with my hard dick pressing against Ana’s ass is like Christmas morning, every morning. My girl is the best present in the world wrapped in blankets, smelling like flowers, and glued to me.
Her breathing is steady. I try to stay relaxed so she doesn’t wake. Watching her sleep is its own gift. It appeases the part of me craving tangible evidence that Ana is safe and happy.
The other reason is less noble. After watching her from afar for years, lying in bed with her is the ultimate high.
Ana makes an indistinct sound, something between a snore and a giggle. Her lips twitch and her eyes are in rapid motion. Even asleep, she’s sweet and sexy. She’s mine.
Not sure how much time passes. Five, ten, maybe fifteen minutes. I watch for as long as I can. Having her in my arms so I can view each micro movement of her facial muscles, feel the heat of her legs tangled with mine, bury my face in her hair—it’s the strangest time warp.
It feels like just yesterday I could only see Ana through computer screens, trying to catch glimpses of her through surveillance videos or public footage.
The AI technology that can generate hours of facial recognition data in the blink of an eye? Before I implemented the technology as part of the services at MacElroy Security Services, I developed it for her. Ana was my test case, my inspiration, my end game. Even when she wasn’t mine to watch out for, I watched.
Abruptly, Ana’s body shifts. She wiggles, her naked bottom rubbing against my cock. My grip on her hip constricts automatically, ensuring her softness is plastered against me for as long as possible. My cock swells further when she looks over her shoulder, waking slowly, pink lips half parted in a cute yawn.
I give her a bit of space so she can lay on her back. She whimpers, reaching out and forcing her eyes open. “Don’t leave yet. It’s early.”
“Need me to help you relax before you start your day?”
Shifting to put my weight on my elbows, I press my manhood between her widened thighs. As a big man, the last thing I want to do is smother my girl. But there’s no denying I want to engulf her too. Having Ana’s body under me feels like more than physical closeness. I want to be the shelter between Ana and everything that might worry or stress or upset or harm her.
“How do you plan on helping me relax, exactly?”
“By making you come so hard, you’ll smile thinking about it all day,” I answer. “My girl wants that, doesn’t she?”
She nods and bites her lower lip. I nuzzle my head into her neck, inhaling the aroma of gardenias on her skin. It isn’t enough. I want to smell and touch and devour the essence of her. Rubbing my short beard between her breasts, I feel as well as hear her moans. A puckered nipple calls to me. I lick and circle it with my tongue and she arches, pushing more of that silky roundness into my mouth. I alternate between both breasts, building her up till she’s wiggling and meowling.
“This is not… very… relaxing… ” she pants while thrashing her head side to side and lifting her hips to seek more pressure.
“I know what my girl needs,” I say with a grin.
Trailing my tongue down her belly, I position myself between her soft thighs. Her legs slung over my shoulders, Ana’s entire body is buzzing. So am I, lust turning my veins into live electric wires.
