It was a full moon at night as they took a private boat ride up the Seine river in Paris.  Amelia was sitting on Hammer’s lap with her back to his front, as he snuggled the blanket that covered the lower parts of their bodies, a blanket their tour guide gave to them to combat the chill of the cool night air, tighter around Amelia.  And they enjoyed the sights, and the sounds of Paris at night.  From the Champs-Elysees, to Notre-Dame, to the streets that filled with tourists as they rode by, to the music, the food, and the smells, they felt unburdened and free for the first time in a long time.

Oz and Rowena were on the trip with them, but not just as bodyguards, but for them to have a vacation too.  They were off exploring Paris on their own.  It was Ro’s first time abroad, and Oz’s hundredth-plus, and he loved giving her that first-time view.

JoJo was in good hands, too, as Trevor Reese and his girlfriend, Amelia’s niece Carly Sinatra, were pleased to watch him while they got away.  It would be good practice, Trevor told them, although he didn’t tell them why, and they were glad to do it.

Hammer was just glad to be with Amelia.

“The only thing I don’t like,” Amelia said as they rode along peacefully, “is letting that heifer get away unscathed.”

Hammer smiled.  Leave it to Amelia to leave out a crucial point.  “She lived,” he said, “if that’s what you mean by getting away with it.  But after that beat down you put on her, I would hardly call it getting away unscathed.”

Amelia laughed.  “I know!  I just don’t like the bitch.”

“I’ve cut my ties to her,” Hammer said.  “Don’t worry.  But I have an obligation to her that’s cradle to grave.”

    Amelia looked at him.  “Her mother took a bullet for you,” she said.  “Reggie didn’t take shit for you.  Is it guilt that drives your need to protect her, or is it keeping your promise to her mother?”

“Both,” Hammer said, without hesitation.

“Oz said Reggie tried to talk Drag out of it,” Amelia said, “but only after she got him in the house and he had become violent and irrational.  He took her gun and smacked her around, too.  But I don’t get it.  Reggie is supposed to be a contract killer.  For a contract killer, one I assumed was trained by you, she’s not very good.”

“She’s excellent when it’s all carefully laid out.  But winging it?  She can’t do it.”

“I’m just glad it’s over,” Amelia said, “and we actually gained out of it.  All of Leo T’s territory?  I never dreamed my reach would go that far.”

“If you’re going to be in the game, you’d better own your space.  Now you do.  Hopefully, those fools will get that too, and you’ll be untouchable.”

It sounded wonderful to Amelia.  He was allowing her to maintain her independence, and cornering the market too.  It was a magnificent turn of events.

And then their boat lurched, and shook them slightly, causing Hammer’s penis to wedge between Amelia’s ass.  They both felt it, and Amelia looked back at him.  She wore a short skirt that night, and thongs, and beneath that blanket she could feel him expanding exponentially.  The only problem: they weren’t exactly in their hotel bed.

But Hammer smiled that mischievous, charming smile, and she knew he was going to go for it anyway.

He reached beneath the blanket and ever so delicately unzipped his pants.  Then he reached, between her legs, and moved the string-like seat of her panties to one side.  And right on that private boat, as their private tour guide drove happily down the river Seine, he eased his thick, fully aroused penis into Amelia’s wetness.  And both of them let out a sigh.  Their guide smiled, and glanced back at them nodding.  He thought they were admiring a bridge they were traveling under, and wanted them to know that he agreed with them.  They smiled, and nodded back, but that bridge was the last thing on their minds.

Amelia looked back at Hammer, smiling too.  “Sneaky bastard,” she said.

“What?” Hammer asked, with a laugh in his voice.  “Paris is for lovers,” he said, “and what do lovers do?”  He pushed further inside of her, causing her to lick her lip in anticipation.  “They make love,” he answered his own question.

And then Amelia added: “Put a hurting on it, Hammer,” she said.

Hammer laughed.  He adored this woman!  “Oh baby,” he said, as his dick began stroking her, and moving deeper and deeper inside of her.  “You just sit back, enjoy the ride, and let me take you there.”

Amelia, more alive at that very moment than she had ever been in her entire life, leaned against her man, and let him do just that.