They stayed out until the night grew truly cold. Then Derek called for the car—a bulletproof limo—and they returned to the Cobra complex.
“How many of these does Cobra own?”
“Limos?”
“Limos, compounds, all of it.”
Derek got a thoughtful frown on his face. “We have eight complexes—one in Uganda, one in Mazar-e-Sharif, one in Iraq, one in Israel, one in Australia, one in D.C., plus our main headquarters and a training facility in Denver, and this one—and probably twelve limos, plus Land Cruisers, a dozen or so helicopters, and a few jets.”
“Wow. I guess it pays to be in the private military business.”
He chuckled. “The pay is commensurate with the risk.”
“I believe that.”
When they got back to their room, they each ate a gingerbread cookie, Derek licking powdered sugar off her upper lip. Which led to kissing. And more kissing.
Jenna helped him undress, stripped off her clothes.
“I like where you’re going with this, but you’re on top again,” he said.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Hey, leave the scarf on.”
Scarf wrapped around her neck, Jenna straddled him, took his hard cock inside her, the two of them moaning almost in unison. She ground herself against him while he cupped and teased her breasts, plucking and pinching her nipples, rubbing their aching tips with soft cashmere, abrading them with his callused palm.
It felt so good,toogood. Panting, sweating, her body burning, melting inside, needing, needing more of him. Derek. Only Derek.
She came hard and fast, then rode him, his hips thrusting to meet her, the fingers of his right hand digging into her hip.
“Fuck, yes.Jenna.” His head went back as he came, his eyes squeezed shut, breath rushing from his lungs.
God, she loved him. She hadn’t said it again, had kept her feelings to herself. She didn’t want to ruin what they had now by putting him on the spot.
He lay there for a moment, his body relaxed.
Then his eyes opened. “Damn, woman. Sex with you just keeps getting better.”
Body languid, she kissed the big bruise on his chest, then snuggled against his right side, careful not to hurt him.
“When we get back to D.C., you’re going to confront my father, aren’t you?”
Derek was quiet for a moment as if he wasn’t entirely sure what he could tell her. “Yes. Corbray is preparing a report for the Secretary of Defense, the Senate Armed Services Committee, and the Joint Chiefs.”
“Wow.” Still, she knew how this would end.
“He’ll get away with it. You know that, don’t you? He always does.”
Nothing her father had done had ever stuck to him—not the campaign finance violations, not the allegations of sexual harassment, not his lies and many abuses of privilege and power.
“He won’t get away with it, Jenna, not this time. His actions almost led to the deaths of four decorated US veterans—
“Five. You, too, remember?”
“Okay, five. And he cost Cobra at least a million in damages. We have more allies than he realizes—and he has more enemies. When the press gets a hold of this…”
Her father was in such deep shit.