Chapter 2
“S o, I guess the girls went out the other night,” Dex said. The team had gathered at their forward operating base to wrap up the Korea mission so they could get on a plane home.
“Yeah, Sophie said there were a few drinks involved,” Ryan added. He nudged Steve. “It was good to hear Diane went. I’m sure she needed a night off.”
Steve hid his surprise. He had no idea she’d gone out with the girls; they’d not spoken since he’d spun up five days ago. “She did need the night off. I haven't had a chance to speak to her yet.” He had texted her to say they should be home soon, but she hadn’t replied. The norm lately.
“No one can resist a few tequila shots.” Tyler grinned. “I know Mira can’t.”
“Now it makes sense. Mira was drunk on tequila when she agreed to sleep with you.” Ryan retorted.
While the team laughed, Tyler gave him the finger. “Asshole.”
“Alright, Sam’s standing by,” Dex said. “Let’s get him on the line so we can wrap this up and go home.”
Mackie opened up the laptop and got Sam on video call.
“Good to see you boys. Great job,” Sam’s voice held praise. “Everyone alright?”
“Yeah, we’re all good, Sam,” Dex replied for the team. “We’re just finishing up our after-action reports and will get them to Mira.”
“Sounds good. All looks clean from my end. Anyone got any concerns?”
Dex glanced around at the team; everyone shook their heads. “Nope.” He turned back to Sam. “Any chatter?”
The mission had been to rescue a soldier whose parachute had failed. Upon deploying his back up chute, he had drifted off target and landed just across the border in North Korea, instead of South. Since even a single US military member in North Korea could potentially start a war, Onyx had been tasked with rescuing the soldier before the North Koreans found him. It ended up being almost routine. They hadn’t encountered a single member of the NK army.
“No chatter at all. Nice job, guys. Time to come home. We’ll do a full debrief when you’re back. Listen, Nyx are still in play. Not sure when they will be back.”
“Are they OK?” Dex asked.
“Yeah, they’re fine. We just got thrown a curve ball. There is another potential op. I’m still getting info and will let you know as soon as I have some idea of the timeline. Make the most of the flight back and rest. This could be a quick turnaround.”
“Copy that, boss.” Dex gave him a quick salute with a grin. Sam ignored him and ended the call. The screen went blank.
“OK, guys, get your reports to Mira. Ryan, can you find out what time we can be wheels up? Hopefully we can get out of here and be home tomorrow.” Dex said.
“Sure thing.” Ryan left for the flight tower. The rest of the team dispersed to file their reports.
Finally, it was just him and Dex. “Hey, Dex, got time for a quick chat?” Steve asked.
“Sure. What’s up?”
“I need to take that time I mentioned to you about.”
“OK. Right now?”
“Yeah. I mean if you really need me on this next one, then I’ll be there, but to be fair, there’s always going to be an op.” It was true, there was never a good time to take time off with what they did, but he had to work things out with Diane. He didn’t want to lose his family.
“I understand, and I told you it’s not a problem. We’ll handle it. Any idea how long?”
“As long as it takes to fix my marriage,” he answered bluntly.
Dex was quiet for a minute, watching him. Steve almost squirmed.
“You are coming back, right?”
Steve sighed. Yeah, he’d thought about that, too. What if it was his job that was the problem? What if Diane wanted him to quit? It had never been an issue up until now, but with Onyx, the jobs were even more dangerous than when he had been a SEAL.
“I hope so,” he answered honestly. “I have to see what Diane wants.”
“Fuck, Steve, I get you love your family, but damn I would hate to lose you, man.”
“Trust me. I don’t want to leave. The team means everything to me. You know that. I can’t imagine doing anything else. But if it comes down to the job or my marriage, I have a big decision to make.”
“What’s brought this on?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s not my job. Maybe she’s just fed up with being the one to juggle everything, especially as she’s trying to become the youngest junior partner. Diane’s made a lot of sacrifices because of what I do over the years. Perhaps it’s my turn to make some.”
The thought of stepping away from operating was not something he wanted to consider. He wasn’t ready to retire. He easily had another ten years in him.
“Take whatever time you need,” Dex said, putting his hand on Steve’s shoulder. “But I’m still here. We all are. If you want to talk, grab a beer, blow off steam. Whatever. We’re all here for you. You know that.”
He nodded. “I appreciate that. And I might take you up on it, depending on how bad things really are.”
“You’re not worried it might be someone else, are you?”
Steve wasn’t surprised at the question. Dex didn't do subtle. “No, I don’t think so. I know she’s determined to make partner, but my gut is telling me there’s something else going on.”
“What else could it be?”
“All I know is she’s barely home. She’s even missed Megan’s softball games recently. Maybe it’s Onyx, maybe not. Hell, maybe it’s me, and I’ve just let things get stale.”
“If there’s anything I can do, just ask. I mean it.”
“I know, thanks.”
“And I’ll throw this out there. If you want Kelly to talk to Diane, I’m sure she would. You only have to ask. Those two have been friends a long time.”
“Maybe she already has–over tequila shots,” Steve said dryly.
“If she did, Kelly wouldn’t tell me. We don’t blur those lines.”
“It doesn’t bother me if she did. You guys are family.” Steve stood up. “Thanks, Dex.”
Dex held his gaze for a moment. “Keep me in the loop?”
“Of course.”
Walking away, Steve’s heart weighed heavy in his chest. He loved his wife, and he wanted their marriage back on track. They had to work this out, which meant they needed to talk. Communicate. Even if he was afraid of what she was going to say. What if she didn't love him anymore?
Diane, his angel. The woman amazed him. After delaying school when the unexpected pregnancy surprised them both, she studied at home, then forged ahead to get her law degree after Megan was enrolled in kindergarten. It was a rough ride for a while, but they had made it work. That had been more her than him. She handled everything while he was away on deployments. And there had been many. The ongoing War on Terror had meant deployments to the Middle East for months at a time. Diane never complained, and she’d gotten her law degree while also taking care of Megan, the house, and balancing their finances.
When she landed a job at the prestigious law firm McCormick and Michaels, Steve had been thrilled. She had worked her ass off and was being considered for the partner track. It had been her dream, and she was making it happen. Her determination and dedication were about to pay off. Hell, she’d be earning over twice what he did. No one joined the military for the pay. He had no doubt she would achieve junior partner soon. She’d probably be named senior partner. His angel could do anything.
Diane was a successful, professional woman, surrounded by successful, professional men and Steve hated the feeling of jealousy that surfaced now that he thought about that. He didn’t believe Diane would cheat on him, but there were a lot of handsome men at her firm. Men that were on the same level as her intellectually and didn’t wield a gun for a living. Heck, even Dex had jumped quickly to the idea. He wasn’t an idiot, but his knowledge of explosives, guns, war, terror and tactical operations was in a completely different league to lawyering. Had she outgrown him? Was that the reason she was spending so much more time at the office?
He understood she needed to put in extra hours to prove herself to her firm. He didn’t like it and had moaned at first, but then he realized he was being a selfish bastard and tried to adapt. The hours kept increasing and Diane had become more and more distant, as it seemed her whole life was consumed by work. Also, there was a sadness about her he hadn't seen before. They had always been so good together.
Now with the Onyx gig, he was home way more. It should have been perfect, more time to spend as a family, as a couple, him making up for all those long deployments when Diane had been so understanding and patient. What had happened to the close, loving couple they used to be? Now they barely saw each other, and every time he tried to talk to her, she shut him down or blamed work. They still made love, although nowhere near as often as they used to. However, she rarely initiated it. Their sex life had always been hot, and Diane was still as passionate in bed as she had always been. It was the only time he felt close to her these days. But they no longer cuddled, held hands, or made out when Megan wasn’t looking. All things they used to do. Instead, they were spending less and less time together. Was this the norm after nine years of marriage? He sure as hell didn't want it to be. It was time to make Diane take a break, sit down and talk, before they passed the point of no return.
***
D IANE SAT AT HER DESK , in her beautiful office in downtown San Diego. She loved this office with its floor to ceiling windows and view of the ocean. Beautiful bookcases lined the walls, filled with years of reference material she could always get lost in. A gorgeous oak desk sat in front of the windows with soft leather chairs. It was perfect. The picture she had envisioned since she was a little girl had come to life. Except she barely noticed it. Always too busy pouring over her current case.
Vladimir Volkov, born in Russia, had moved to California at age ten with his parents. His father built a successful company, which Vladimir had taken over following his father’s death last year. Volkov had a child by a woman named Natasha Winters from a one-night stand two years ago. He had supported both mother and child and everyone had been happy with the arrangement until Volkov decided he was returning to Russia permanently. He wanted to take his daughter, Anya, with him. Natasha would not hear of it.
So here they were in a custody battle.
Diane had just come from a meeting with Sydney Michaels and David McCormick, the two named partners. The firm had taken this case after Volkov had fired his previous family lawyer, Arnold Janssen, when arbitration had failed. Over the past weeks reviewing the case, Diane had found an alarming number of red flags and brought them to the partners’ attention. That meeting had not gone how she thought it would.
Arnold Janssen, Volkov’s former lawyer, seemed to have disappeared. She had reached out, hoping Mr. Janssen might be open to answering some questions, but none of her voicemails had been returned. A quick review of Volkov’s finances included large amounts of money into offshore accounts. Suspicious wire transfers that did not match any contracts. Then there was the accusation he had hit Natasha.
Diane had laid out her concerns in detail, wanting permission to dig deeper. She had questioned whether they should be representing Volkov at all, especially since he was planning to return to Russia. Her concerns had been shut down. Firmly.
“Diane, I must say that we are disappointed. You heard Mr. Volkov say himself, that Ms. Winters was...accident prone...unstable...bruised easily. There were no charges laid for abuse of any kind until he told her he was returning to Russia. Our client has provided for Ms. Winters in every way possible. Her own house, a healthy allowance, a car. Everything she needs.” Sydney had spoken through pursed lips, as if he was talking to a child.
“Sydney, his whole life looks shady. The offshore accounts, the wire transfers. You must see that? There is a war going on in the Middle East, not to mention Ukraine and Russia. Unaccounted for transactions involving those countries need to be investigated, no?”
“Mr. Volkov’s business dealings are not your concern, and we are a little perturbed that you are insinuating that as named partners we are missing something in his business affairs. I handle his business personally. There is nothing...shady...it’s just how his business operates. Every transaction can be accounted for. You are not his corporate lawyer, so leave that to those of us that are.”
“I wasn't insinuating. I just...” She trailed off, looking to David for support, but he did not provide any. Clearly, the two partners were united on this.
“Let me be clear. Mr. Volkov brings in thirty percent of our revenue. He refers other influential and high-value clients to this firm. He was not happy with Arnold Janssen, after the disastrous arbitration hearing, so he came to me for a recommendation for a new lawyer. I recommended you. Was I wrong to do that?”
She’d taken a step back. “No.”
“Good. We have a duty to represent him and get him the custody arrangement he wants.”
“He plans to return to Russia. Is he closing his business?”
“Did you not hear me when I said his business is not your concern? Now, if you do not think you are...capable...to handle this junior partner level case, then we can certainly rethink our decision and appoint someone else.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“Then I suggest you focus less on his business and more on Ms. Winters. We go to court in one week. Mr. Volkov has provided you with witnesses, evidence of drug use, alcohol. Everybody has a price. Everybody has skeletons in the closet. Find Ms. Winters’ and use them.”
Diane had felt sick. She did not become a lawyer to discredit innocent people, and her gut was telling her Natasha Winters was innocent. Volkov was undoubtedly doing some shady shit, but suspicious activity wouldn't stand up in court. What were her options? Refuse? Investigate anyway? She might as well quit. Doing any of those things would end her career anyway.
McCormick and Michaels could destroy her reputation. Then what? How would she and Steve pay off their debt, and put Megan through school? How would she face her family and Steve if she failed after everything they had done for her? Christ, Steve risked his life for others in his job, and she was complaining about a shady client?
Hearing her office door open, she looked up and froze. Vladimir Volkov strode into her office like he owned it. Another man she recognized as his personal bodyguard, stepped inside and closed the door behind him. She never quite understood why a businessman needed a full-time bodyguard. Perhaps because he’s involved in some shady shit.
“Mr. Volkov. I wasn't expecting you.” Diane stood, smoothing down her dress.
“Mrs. Williams, I was hoping to have had a positive update by now?” Despite his Russian descent, Volkov’s English was perfect and bore only a slight accent. He’d been primarily raised in the US when his parents moved here, chasing the American dream, disillusioned by what was happening in Russia. They had succeeded in building a chemical transportation company, worth well over a billion dollars, which boasted contracts worldwide.
Volkov settled comfortably in the chair opposite Diane, still waiting for a response.
“It’s taken a bit longer than expected to prepare,” she said, “especially as I couldn’t reach your former lawyer, Arnold Janssen.” Why did he make her feel so uncomfortable? “I was hoping to ask him some questions.”
“I fired him. There is no reason to talk to him. Sydney Michaels assures me you are the best person for the job. I hope he isn’t wrong.”
“No, of course not. I like to be thorough.” Volkov’s gaze was intense, making her squirm inside.
“You have a copy of the hearing transcript. That is all you need.” He tilted his head as he continued. “You have a daughter, Megan, correct?”
She tensed, nodding, and sank into her own chair.
“Then you understand what it would be like if you had to go long periods of time without seeing her, or worse, never seeing her again.”
Diane swallowed as a knot of unease formed in her stomach.
“As I’ve mentioned,” Volkov said, “Natasha is... young, immature. She can barely look after herself, let alone a child. I offered for her to join me in Russia, but she declined. I want to take my daughter back to Russia and give her the rich, full life she deserves.”
“I understand. The medical report. Am I correct in saying this was an accident?” She didn’t believe that for one minute.
“Natasha can be a little overzealous. She gets excited. Likes it rough.” he said calmly.
“I was under the impression your relationship with Natasha did not go beyond the one night. That you had a financial agreement and supported her in raising your daughter.”
Volkov smiled. “Indeed. There was no relationship. But Natasha is a very sexual woman. I am a man. When I would visit my daughter, things would happen. What can I say.” He spread his hands. “She couldn't resist me.”
Diane fought to keep her face neutral, tasting bile in her mouth.
“Natasha exaggerates everything,” Volkov added. “As you know, she never brought charges. It’s unfortunate that since I told her I plan to return to Russia she has... fallen apart. Changed her story about what happened. Lies. Then there’s the drinking, drugs. Men. That is not an environment I want my daughter to grow up in. Do whatever it takes. Everybody has a price, Mrs. Williams. All of us.” He smiled. “Even you.”
Diane struggled to stop her hands trembling. Everybody has a price? Sydney Michaels had used those same exact words. The knot in her stomach twisted more.
“Your husband is in the Navy, correct? Currently deployed?”
How the hell did he know that? Did he know about Onyx? No one knew about Onyx. She stayed silent.
“Don’t be surprised. I make it my business to get to know the people that work for me. Sydney mentioned it, and as you know, my company has contracts with the military as well as the private sector. Provides me with a lot of connections.” He stood and picked imaginary fluff off his suit jacket.
Volkov didn’t look at her as he spoke again. “I admire men like your husband. Dedicated to their country. Risking their lives. Even the training can be dangerous, accidents can happen.” He looked up at her, and his gaze chilled her heart. “And those deployments? Leaving you and your daughter here all alone? That must be difficult.”
Diane didn’t respond; she couldn’t. She clasped her hands together on the desk to stop them shaking.
He walked to the door, then turned to face her. “I understand you had some questions regarding my business affairs. My business is not your concern. Please leave that to your boss. I have a reputation to uphold, Mrs. Williams, so I am sure I don't have to remind you about attorney-client privilege. Should any of my personal or business affairs get out...well...that wouldn’t be good for you or this firm. I would be forced to...deal with it.”
Volkov left Diane’s office, followed by his bodyguard.
Rattled but furious, Diane stood, intending to go back to the named partners and demand they listen to her. Who the hell did Volkov think he was? As she got closer to Sydney’s office though, voices and laughter filtered through the open door. She stopped short at a warning alarm going off in her head as she distinguished the voices from one another. The named partners were in deep with Volkov. They wouldn’t be listening to anything she had to say.
Volkov was a bully, obviously used to getting what he wanted. Back in her office, she sighed and sat down. Swinging her chair around, she looked out the window.
Yes, he had rattled her. Especially with his talk about Steve and Megan. Of course, that had been his intention. Anger bubbled in her stomach. Men like him made her sick. He probably enjoyed instilling fear in people, especially women. Fuck that. His intimidation wasn’t going to work with her. If he thought he could frighten her with vague threats, he was wrong. He was just a rich businessman who thought money could buy anything. Well, the law couldn’t be bought. She might not have a choice in representing him, but that didn't mean she had to like him. She would do her duty as a lawyer and present a case in court. With what they had, it was unlikely he would get sole custody anyway, and his money and intimidation would not change that.
The rest of the day went by in a blur as she studied the evidence against Natasha. The cleaning lady had found cocaine in the bedroom. Empty alcohol bottles were found in her trash. A neighbor was also willing to testify she continually heard the child crying. All those things together portrayed a bad mother. Yet no evidence of drugs or alcohol had been found in Natasha’s blood during any of numerous blood tests. The woman had agreed to regular testing, and vehemently denied all allegations. Natasha also still had temporary custody of Anya, subject to regular visits by a social worker, who had raised no concerns.
One might think the allegations had all been fabricated. After her conversation with Vladimir Volkov today, Diane was beginning to think he was more than capable of doing exactly that to discredit Natasha. He paid for the house, and the cleaner and gardener were also in his employ and might say whatever he wanted in order to keep their jobs.
Diane studied the medical report and photos. The black eye, bruising around her neck and wrists. That was not out of passion. No way did she believe that. But Natasha hadn't called the police. At the time she had agreed it was an accident. At arbitration, she had changed her story, saying Volkov became violent when she had refused to go to Russia with him, but she hadn't pressed charges because she was scared for her life.
It was still her word against his, but it had caused enough doubt that the judge had issued a restraining order against Volkov. Her lawyer would focus on that in court. That Natasha had been too scared to tell the truth sooner. However, the facts remained that Natasha had a one-night stand, got pregnant, and then accepted a house, a car, even an allowance. She also, apparently, continued to sleep with Volkov. Without him, she would be back to being a nightclub waitress. Natasha had made some poor decisions, but Diane didn’t see any judge awarding Volkov sole custody based on the facts. However, a judge could modify the joint custody agreement to allow Volkov to take Anya to Russian for set weeks every year. Normally, that might be acceptable, but this was Volkov. He might just take Anya and never return her. She sighed. No one ever told you in law school how bad you would feel when you must represent clients you didn’t believe in.
Hearing her door open, she looked up and froze.
“Hey, Angel, surprise.”
“Steve! You’re back. What are you doing here?”
“That’s a nice way to greet your husband.” Steve shut the door, but he made no move to come closer.
“Sorry. It’s just a surprise. How was everything?” She knew better than to ask for details. “Everyone’s good. I heard you went out with the girls.”
“Yes. Kelly insisted.” She smiled, waving her hand. “You know what she’s like.”
“I’m glad you went out. You’ve been working too hard,” he said softly. Neither moved, an awkward distance between them.
“I know I have. It won’t be forever I promise.” She looked at her handsome husband. His brown eyes, which seemed to peer into her soul and those arms.... His biceps strained against his t-shirt. For a fleeting moment she considered telling him about this client to get his advice. Not an option. Attorney-client privilege. Plus, she couldn’t go running to Steve every time she had a problem at work. This was nothing compared to the situations Steve faced with his team.
You chose to be a lawyer, Diane. This was your dream. You need to be able to handle difficult clients.
“Come home with me.” Steve’s voice brought her out of her thoughts.
“I can’t. I go to court in a week.”
Steve walked forward and braced his arms on the desk. His brown eyes were intense, and he’d set his mouth in a grim line.
“We need to talk, Diane. I’ve taken some leave from work, and I need you to do the same. Isn’t our marriage worth it?”
Her heart seized. He’d taken leave? She swallowed nervously. He’d never done that before.
“Steve, I can’t. Not now.”
His gaze didn’t waver.
“Is there someone else?”
The question took her completely by surprise. He thought she was cheating on him?
“What? You really think that? You think I would do that? Jesus, Steve. I’ve been working. That’s it. But if that’s what you think then, Christ, maybe there is a bigger problem in this marriage than either of us thought.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Steve straightened.
“So, you admit there is a problem?”
His face was tense and sad. She couldn’t bear it. It was all just...hell she didn’t know what it was. She was exhausted and miserable, but the one thing she did know was, regardless of what was happening between them, she loved Steve. It pained her, he doubted that. She was unhappy with her life, with herself, and with her current situation, but she would never stop loving her family.
How to make this right? Diane got up, moving around the desk to stand in front of him. It was late. Surely almost everyone had gone home. Her office was private, fifteen floors up. Unless you were the window cleaner, you couldn’t see in when the door was closed.
“I would never cheat on you,” she said, pitching her voice with quiet intensity. “You were my first love. There has only ever been you. I know things aren’t good, but I would never do that to you. I love you.”
She placed a hand on his cheek. The simple touch sent shivers down her spine. Like a light switch, all it took was a simple touch or a look from him to turn her on. It had been a few weeks since they had made love, and her body heated. She had missed him and craved his touch. Making love with Steve took her out of her mind. Her thoughts. Her reality.
Instead of returning her touch, Steve looked at her warily. The sadness in his eyes mirrored her own. To reassure this amazing warrior she loved him, she cupped his face, fingers tingling against his beard. She brushed her lips against his. He kissed her back, his beard tickling her chin. He was gentle, but he didn’t move.
But the feel of his lips ignited every nerve in Diane’s body. It had been so long. Too long. It wasn't that she didn’t want him. She was just so damn tired all the time. She kissed him now, again. Harder. Her tongue traced his lips, pushing to get inside.
Steve groaned and opened his mouth. His hands grabbed her ass, pulling her against him. Their kiss grew hot in seconds as Diane frantically pulled at his t-shirt, eager to touch him, feel him. Desperate to escape her life, just for a little while.
Steve broke the kiss and pulled his t-shirt off over his head. Immediately her hands splayed over his chest, up over his pecs, his shoulders. God, the man was one big muscle. So hard. So damn sexy. He had gotten even more handsome as he’d gotten older. The beard was a recent addition, but she loved feeling it brush her skin. Especially when he went down on... When his mouth sought hers, taking control in the slight domineering way she loved, she gripped him tighter. His erection pressed against her, making her pussy clench, and her juices flowed, hot and wet. He pulled her hands off him and spun her around until her back was pressed against his front. His lips trailed warm along her neck as he lowered the zipper of her dress. She wriggled out of it, letting it fall to the floor. When his hands cupped her breasts through her black satin bra, she moaned. Then one hand moved lower, plunging under her panties and finding her sex wet and throbbing.
“God, Angel, I want you.” His low growl sounded in her ear.
Diane couldn’t answer as her mind focused on his fingers rubbing against her clit. It was always like this, him bringing her to orgasm in minutes. Today it was even quicker, since it had been weeks. When one finger slipped inside, she tightened. Pushing back into him, she squirmed under his touch and surrendered to the pleasure. When he added another finger, she rode them, thrusting her hips to get them deeper inside. His other hand pushed up her bra and tweaked her nipple. A small cry escaped her lips.
“You coming for me, Angel?”
“Yessssssss!” She barely got the word out before the orgasm sent her spiraling out of control, gasping for breath.
“Yeah, Angel, let it all out. All that hot wet juice you've been hanging onto for me.” Steve’s whispered dirty talk turned her on even more. Just when her body started to calm down, Steve spun her around again and lifted her up. Automatically, her legs wrapped around his waist. He moved them until her back was against the floor to ceiling window. He kissed her hard, rubbing his jean-clad cock against her. The friction was almost unbearable. Diane lowered her legs and looked into his eyes. Steve was nearly six feet and had a slimmer build than his teammates. At five foot seven and with her heels, they were almost eye to eye. She reached for his zipper and slipped her hand inside. A low moan rumbled in his throat. He quickly kicked off his boots and shoved his jeans and pants down, pushing them out of the way. She turned and braced herself against the window, offering him her ass. His hand came around to her front and rubbed her clit as he positioned his cock at her opening. Teasingly, he pushed just slightly in.
It was maddening. “Steve, please!”
He continued to tease, one hand rubbing her clit and the other pulling at her breasts. She couldn’t take it and pushed back into him, urging him deeper inside.
“Steve, I need you inside me. Deep inside me.” Her voice was husky with want. She didn’t care. The wave of another orgasm was beginning to build, and she bit her lip and closed her eyes as it grew stronger. When she was seconds from exploding, Steve thrust all the way in. She let out a scream when her orgasm crested with her husband buried deep inside her.
Not allowing her any time to recover, Steve withdrew, then he thrust into her again. She slammed back into him, meeting his thrusts and forcing him as deep as possible. Opening her eyes, she looked out the window to the twinkling lights of the city below. People going about their business oblivious to what was happening on the fifteenth floor. Steve continued to plunge over and over, deeper and deeper. God, her legs shook. He was going to make her come again. His hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as he pushed even harder.
“Yes, Steve, yes!”
For a third time, her body quivered, her head spun, and she groaned as her juices flowed out around her husband’s cock. Seconds later, he gave one final thrust and then stilled, pouring himself into her.