“Come back to bed,” Jason mumbled, his low voice like a rippling, roiling, rolling wave of thunder. The sound tickled my ears, delighting me.

I shot him a grin. “Aren’t you tired out already?”

“I’m a Goddamn Navy SEAL,” he said, lifting his head from the pillow. “If BUD/s didn’t tie me out, two rounds in the sack with you – Jessica – sure as hell isn’t going to…”

“Are you pouting at me?” I grinned. “I swear, I’ve never met a guy anything like you, Jason.”

“And you never will,” he grumbled. “Because you’re mine now. Forever.”

“Aw,” I shot back. “How sweet.”

“What the hell are you doing over there anyway?” Jason growled, suggestively pulling the sheet of his body to reveal his enormous – if flaccid – cock. “Wouldn’t you rather go for around three?”

“It would be around four, actually,” I fired back. “Or don’t you remember the thing I did with my tongue and your –”

Jason groaned. “How could I forget? Get that fine ass of yours back over here, and you’ll see what I can do with mine…”

I made a face. “Your ass? Jason, I’m a fine upstanding young –”

Jason’s eyes narrowed, shooting me a look that fills me with desire. I clenched my legs together. “You’ll be upstanding, all right. All night long. But I’m not talking about my ass. I’m talking about my tongue. But you didn’t answer me. What are you doing over there? Playing some kind of videogame?”

“All right dad,” I joked, sticking out my tongue. “When was the last time you turned on a laptop? 1999?”

He just shot me a look in response. A look that said he didn’t want to talk about technology, but instead wanted to rip my silk pajamas off my body with his teeth.

And I was in half a mind to let him…

“I’m checking out the news,” I replied. “I wanted to know what happened to…”

I fell silent. I didn’t want to say Don Lorenzo’s name – I didn’t even like hearing it in the peace and quiet of my

own head. No man’s ever filled me with such fear, such loathing and such repulsion as the – now deceased – mob boss whose men had almost killed me.

“Don’t worry, Jessica,” Jason said, his voice suddenly quiet and solicitous. “He’s never going to hurt you again.”

I hiked up my eyebrow. “I know that,” I said. “Unless his superpower is rising from the grave, then we’re all good on that front.”

“So what you looking at then?”

“They got arrested,” I said, turning the laptop screen until Jason could see it. The newspaper website made the story very clear: Hijackers Apprehended Feet From Plane!

“What the hell newspaper is that?”

I shrug. “Who knows, some local one I guess. Although –”

I trailed off.

It was Jason’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Although?”

“I don’t get why the paper’s lying about them being hijackers.”

Jason grinned, a self-satisfied smile stretching across his face. I half expected his cock to twitch, he was that pleased with himself.

“I called in a tip,” he said. “Said the Mafia was planning to hijack a plane for ransom. Stupid story, really, but I bet the FBI were there within half an hour to take those goons away from airport security. They won’t talk – and it wouldn’t matter if they did. They don’t know your name, and they sure as hell never knew my real one. So they’ll rot in some maximum-security jail cell for the rest of their natural lives…”

“And what about us?” I said, worriedly chewing my bottom lip. “What about the rest of our natural lives? I’ll never be able to go home again, never be –”

Jason cut me off. “Why not?”

“We’re on camera!” I squealed. “It won’t take the FBI long to figure out who I am from my picture. After all, we’re the only passengers who never actually got on the plane!”

Jason waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about that.”

“How can I not –”

Jason stood up, his cock dancing from side to side from the movement. “I said don’t worry,” he growled. “I sorted it all out. Now, are you going to come here and be upstanding or –”

“What do you mean you sorted it out?” I demanded.

“I had a buddy of mine – ex-CIA, met him on a mission in Islamabad a few years ago – hack into the airport database and erase any evidence we were ever there…”

I fell silent, stunned.

“So,” Jason grinned. “Does that put your mind at ease?”

I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times before I felt able to talk. “I… I guess so.”

“Good,” Jason grunted. “Because Little Jason’s getting twitchy…”

I rolled my eyes. “You can’t call your cock Little Jason, Jason.”

“Why not?” He replied plaintively.

“Well for one thing,” I said, standing up and unbuttoning my pajama top. “There’s nothing little about it…”

Something about Jason’s foresight in making sure I wouldn’t be on some terrorist watch list for the rest of my natural life had me – well – unaccountably horny. There’s something unbelievably hot about a man who knows how to take care of his woman.

His woman. Is that what I’m calling myself now?

I pushed him back against the bed, and he felt without resisting. His eyes glanced from his cock to my mouth.

I shake my head. “Nuh-uh. You had your turn. I want what you promised. And no more pouting!”

Jason’s throat made a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a hum of desire.

“Listen, Jess, there are three things you need to know about me. I love jumping out of planes, fast-roping out of helicopters, and –.”

He grinned at me suggestively.

“And?”

“And eating pussy,” he said, pulling me down onto the bed beside him. “So get those pajama pants off. I want to see it.”

Now that, I could get on board with. I dropped the pants quicker than I could think, until we were both naked as the day we were born. Jason reached out and grabbed my ass, pulling me up his body until my naked pussy was no more than an inch from his mouth. My knees and thighs and closed his head like a prison.

A perfect kind of prison.

Jason dived in without asking for permission. In seconds, I forgot what I was thinking about. Before a minutes had passed, my thighs were quivering like Jell-O in an earthquake.

“Jesus, Jason,” I moan. “Who taught you to do that?”

Jason jerked his head away from my clit just long enough to find me a grin and grunt: “the U.S. Navy, man. At your service…”

I would have groaned at the terrible joke, but the only groaning I was doing was from pleasure. His tongue danced on my clitoris, writing the fucking alphabet as sparks danced across my belly, between my legs, and fires burned like sons on my nipples.

“I’m so close,” I moaned, digging my fingers through Jason’s hair and scrunching them up. “Don’t you dare stop!”

Jason – like a good SEAL he was – didn’t stop.

And in seconds, a tidal wave of an orgasm crashed over my body. My hand forms a fist in his hair, my legs clenched around his head, and I threw my head back as a sea of fire crested up my torso, and my vision went black.

It took a few good, long seconds before it returned.

“Oh my God, Jason,” I said quietly – barely able to control my voice. “That was amazing.”

“I try…”

“That was more than trying,” I said, shaking my head. “I’ve never felt anything like it!”

A little aftershock sparked around my pussy, and told me I wasn’t done. I inch my ass back, leaning forward and planted a kiss on Jason’s mouth. I delighted in the taste of myself on his lips. I inched my lips up his cheeks, and whispered into his ear. “You’re not done…”

Jason glanced down, at the special spot between my legs that he’d only just vacated. “Jesus, girl,” he muttered. “Your insatiable.”

He reached forward, grabbing my ass and hoisting my pussy towards his mouth one more time.

But I shook my head.

“No. I need you to fuck me.”

“10 four,” he growled, his eyes suddenly alight with desire. “You know what, Jessica?”

“What?”

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that? And I think I fucking love you…”