Chapter 31
Voodoo stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of their suite at the Rosewood, the shimmering skyline of Beijing stretching endlessly before him.
The silence behind him was deceptively calm.
Savannah sat curled on the couch with a blanket around her shoulders.
She’d been so tired after yesterday’s events that she’d slept most of the day away . . . and he’d let her.
Hoot sat on a divan sipping espresso like it was whiskey, and Eggs was sprawled in an armchair, flipping a knife between his fingers.
Haley’s voice crackled through the cell phone he’d put on speaker so everyone could hear. “Video footage confirms everything. Security cams caught the Senator dragging Savannah off the ballroom floor. We’ve already handed everything over to the State Department.”
Flint chimed in, his tone dry and edged. “It’s enough to start a formal inquiry. And with the evidence Simpson attempted to plant? He’s cooked. Politically, if not legally yet.”
Voodoo nodded, though they couldn’t see it. “Still no sign of him?”
“Disappeared,” Haley replied. “His jet left Beijing last night. No flight plan. Nothing since. He’s off-grid.”
With a low growl from his seated position, Eggs muttered the statement “Cowards always run,” letting the words hang in the air as a judgment on the situation.
Voodoo murmured, his voice low. “Shouldn’t have happened.”
“I’d sure like to know how he escaped custody,” Eggs complained.
Hoot returned, “That kind of guy doesn’t vanish without help. He’s got assets hidden. Safehouses. Someone’s willing to protect him.”
Voodoo turned, arms crossed, his gaze shifting briefly to Savannah. She was listening, quiet and pale, but not broken. Not anymore. She hadn’t said much since last night, but she’d held herself together. For now.
Haley sighed. “SYBIL’s hard at work, digging through encrypted banking and shell corps now. Compiling the evidence. But this web goes deeper than we thought. And Simpson wasn’t just a one-off. He was part of a larger contingency. A safety net in case everything failed.”
Voodoo frowned. “How many more?”
“No idea,” Flint answered. “His attempt to take Savannah down with him means he’s desperate. And desperate men make mistakes.”
“He already did,” Voodoo said, gaze steady on Savannah. “He underestimated her.”
Savannah looked up at him then, like she’d felt his gaze. “And you,” she declared. Something private passed between them, and Voodoo gave her the barest nod.
Back in his ear, Haley was laughing. “Damn straight!”
“Okay, everyone,” Flint interrupted. “Get some rest. You still have the rest of the tour to complete. Voodoo, Hoot and Eggs will stay with you.”
“Copy that,” all three men said at the same time.
After goodbyes, Hoot and Eggs left to grab a bite to eat, leaving Voodoo alone with Savannah. He sat beside her and drew her into his side with an arm around her shoulders.
“And how’s my Savi Moon?” he asked, eliciting a smile from her that lit him up from the inside out.
“Surprisingly, I’m good.”
“Yeah, you are,” he teased, his voice laced with playful innuendo as he waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh, shut up,” she said with a playful push.
“I’m proud of you,” he professed, his tone turning serious. “Not just because of all you’ve accomplished over the course of this tour. But also because you were pretty badass last night.”
“No, I wasn’t. I was scared to death.”
“You went head-to-head with the man who’d verbally abused you for twenty years. And you came out on top. You took back control.”
With a slight tilt of her head, she mulled over his words, a faint smile playing on her lips. “I guess I was pretty badass.”
“Yeah, you are,” he repeated. “And what’s more, you remembered the hair clip.”
She laughed, still feeling pretty proud of herself for that. Then she swept the blanket off her lap and rose, moving to straddle him. “There’s something else I want to take control of right now.”
Her words made him instantly hard. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her in place. He could practically feel the heat of her core, even through the layers of clothes.
“And what’s that, my little Savi Moon.”
“Maybe it would be easier if I show you,” she whispered, closing the distance between them until their mouths met.
She didn’t hold back, her kiss a whirlwind of control that ignited a firestorm in him, his blood boiling with a heat unlike anything he’d ever known. The taste of her, the feel of her, made him desperate to be buried deep inside her immediately.
He didn’t know how it happened, but clothes went flying and soon she was lowering herself onto his throbbing cock. He grasped her hips, holding her in place as pleasure swamped him. There was nothing better than being deep inside the woman he loved.
“Sawyer,” she moaned. “Gotta move.”
“Fuck yeah. Move, Savi.”
And she did. She lifted herself, then plunged back down.
They both moaned. He kissed his way down her throat, nibbling on the sensitive spot by her ear, before moving farther south.
He cupped a tit in one hand, squeezing the perfect handful.
The nipple of the other one he’d sucked into his mouth and was now teasing it by swirling his tongue around it.
The sounds she made fueled him, and he switched it up. He licked his way over to her other tit, reaching lower with one hand. He found her clit and played. Her back arched, shoving her plump tit further into his mouth as she cried out.
With a hand on the back of her neck, he drew her back to him, taking her mouth in another scorching kiss.
He could tell her legs were tiring, so he took control, and she let him.
He gripped her hips, holding her in place as he thrust upward.
With each plunge deep inside her, her wet heat slid along his cock, her muscles clenching so tightly that he muttered a curse through gritted teeth.
He tried to memorize every little thing.
The way she clenched around him. The ease of his movements because of how slick she was.
Her skin’s softness. Her intoxicating scent.
The teasing motion of her tongue against his.
The pleasure-induced whimpers she made. Everything. He wanted to remember all of it.
Their bodies were entwined, pulsating with a shared heartbeat, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Her sharp cry echoed through the room and the mind-numbing initial pulse from her pussy contracting around his cock shattered his self-control.
With her second contraction hitting, he let out a gruff, “Holy fuck.” Another rough cry escaped her, and her next clench sent him over the edge.
The heat surged up his spine, spreading quickly, engulfing him in its intense warmth.
As he let go completely, all thought fled his mind, and with a roar shaking his chest, he pounded into her, staking his claim within her body, the seconds stretching into an eternity.
Savannah collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily. He held her there, wishing he could keep her there forever. Then he remembered they had the night off. He could keep her in his arms for the rest of the afternoon and all night long.
He stood with her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around him and clung like a spider monkey. The plan was a solid weight in his mind, and a feeling of anticipation thrummed in his chest. She was exactly where she belonged, held safely in his arms. And he’d keep her there.
All night long.