My other phone beeps during dessert. As I reach for it, I’m grateful that Avery doesn’t know me well enough to know that this isn’t my usual phone. It’s a text from Truman.

Call me.

I excuse myself and go out onto the patio. There are a few couples here, smoking and drinking and kissing, but it’s a little bit more private than the dining room. When Truman picks up, he starts talking right away. I don’t even get the chance to say hello.

“Sanchez’s yacht will be off the coast of Playa del Carmen tomorrow night. I’ll send you the exact coordinates later.”

I do the math in my head. I need to leave the wedding by 2 a.m, at the latest. The plan is to take a speedboat most of the way and then paddle a dinghy the rest – so that his bodyguards don’t hear me.

“He’s hosting a birthday party for his niece and, from what we know, he’s not coming ashore. The job is to do this quietly. Make it look like an accident, if possible. Do not take care of anyone else.”

I clench my fists. Why does Truman feel the necessity to tell me this? I’m not one of his rogue agents who takes innocent civilians out left and right. In fact, I’ve gotten reprimanded for not taking shots when I should have just because innocent people were present.

“Any questions?” Truman asks.

“No.”

He hangs up without a good-bye.

My mind is still on what I have to do tomorrow as Avery walks up to me.

“Hey stranger,” she says.

I turn to face her. She looks radiant. I love the way her eyes sparkle in the moonlight.

“Everything okay?” she asks.

No. But it will be, I say to myself and lean down and kiss her. She tastes sweet and lemony. I lick my lips after I pull away.

“The cheesecake was delicious,” she announces.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I ask. She nods.

Back in our suite, I sit down on the edge of the bed and pull her onto my lap. I move her hair off her neck and kiss it. Gently. Softly. She moans a little from pleasure. Little goosebumps form under my lips, and I kiss them away. Her arms are delicate, but powerful. She’s no waif. Her hands dig into the sleeves of my suit. She tosses off her heels. I wrap my arms tighter around her small waist and pull her closer. The feel of her butt on my dick makes my erection grow bigger and bigger.

I grab at one of her breasts. She responds with a louder moan. I unzip her dress and pull it over her head. I undo her bra and free her breasts. They fall naturally into my hands. She turns to face me and removes my jacket. When Avery pulls my tie over my head, she catches it on my mouth and we both crack up laughing.

I bury my fingers in her long, soft hair and pull her close to me. I kiss her from her neck down to her nipples. I bite down softly on her left nipple, and she cries out in pleasure. I can tell that she likes it a little rougher. I’m going to give her what she wants.

I flip her back around on my lap and pull her back against the headboard along with me.

“You’re as light as a feather,” I whisper into her ear. She turns her head and kisses me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

She tries to turn around, but I stop her.

“This is about you,” I say. She smiles, closes her eyes and lets go. I position her in front of my dick, facing away from me and spread her legs open with my hands. She leans into me as my fingers run down her thighs and find her special spot. She moans harder this time. She pushes on my legs with hers as she moves up and down in pleasure. A few times, she clenches her thighs, but I push them open again. She moves up her feet, opening wider. I bury my fingers within her and start to move faster and faster. Her body responds and rubs harder against my dick. The faster my fingers move, the more energy builds within her.

And then she lets out a big powerful moan. I feel her orgasm pulsate through my fingers and her body starts to shake. A few seconds later, her body goes limp on top of me.

“How was that?” I ask.

“Amazing,” she whispers. “I can’t feel my legs.”

After she climbs off me and lies there motionlessly, I pull off my pants and socks. Now, we’re both naked. I lean down over her and kiss her from her lips down to her thighs. Inside her thigh, I linger for a moment, inhaling her sex.

“What are you doing?” she asks, closing her legs, self-consciously.

“I love the way you smell,” I say and pull them open. I press my lips onto her and tongue her wetness. She’s so deliciously wet.

I pull away for a moment to get a condom.

“Oh my God, did we use one last time?” she gasps.

“Of course,” I smile. Relief sweeps over her face.

After the condom is on, I thrust myself inside of her. Avery lets out a moan and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

I thrust into her again and again, and we start to move in rhythm. She cries out a little with each thrust, making me swell up more and more, as if that were possible. When I start to feel like I’m getting close, I cradle her head and kiss her hard. I feel her body quiver below mine. Her moans get quicker and quicker, and she yells out my name. Suddenly, my whole body convulses and gets tight. I come and empty myself into her.