Her Officer in Charge by Maggie Carpenter Page A

“Thanks, Scott. See you tomorrow.”
    Ending the call, she turned off her phone, placed it on the nightstand, and curled into Vince’s arms.
    “I’m sure your security check, or whatever it was, is wrong,” she yawned.
    “Maybe,” he sighed.
     
    In a luxury suite on the sixth floor of The Majestic Hotel, a high-end resort on a nearby expansive, white, sandy beach, a rotund, balding, bespectacled man was sitting on his patio nursing a Scotch, gazing out at the moon’s reflection on the calm ocean water. It reminded him of a lake in Switzerland he would visit as a boy.
    In two days he’d be on a jet heading back to Europe. He would hand over the latest documents his source had been able to extricate, and collect a nice chunk of cash. They weren’t bits of paper, of course. Everything brought to him he immediately scanned and placed on a flash drive. The hard copies were burned and the computer files deleted. He didn’t trust the Internet, and he hand-delivered everything.
    Lifting his glass, he raised it in a toast.
    “Here’s to traitors around the world.”

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    Bella stirred as Vince’s hands roamed across her body. She was lying on her side, and he was behind her with his lips on her neck, his already sheathed cock pressing against her pussy.
    “Good morning, beautiful girl,” he whispered, “how’s your butt?”
    “Mmm, good morning. How do you think?” she yawned.
    “Get used to it,” he purred in her ear, sliding inside her. “I’m going to keep it that way, and whenever I have the chance I’m going to tease you mercilessly, and wrap you in rope, and do all kinds of decadent things to your body.”
    “Ooh, Vince, what a wonderful way to wake up,” she groaned, wriggling against him. “I want all that, I want everything you want to do to me.”
    Riding her with strong, forceful strokes, he moved his fingers against her clit, massaging as he thrust, purposely scraping her tender bottom with his pelvis. As the minutes ticked by, the only sounds were her soft moans and gasps of pleasure, and when the momentum began to build, she grabbed a stray pillow and hugged it tightly, burying her face in the soft down. His pumping cock was working in unison with his relentless rubbing finger, driving her forward into her climax. She expected him to pause, to tease her until she was aching to come, but instead he accelerated. Her moment was suddenly hovering, promising to detonate, and she lifted her head from the pillow.
    “Vince, I’m there,” she declared breathlessly.
    “I know,” he growled, “and now you’re going to give me your orgasm.”
    “Ooh, I love that,” she groaned.
    “Then do it! It belongs to me!”
    She screamed into the pillow as her orgasm fired and the cascading convulsions enveloped her. He held her tightly as her writhing body contorted, his fingers gripping her skin as his buried cock exploded, groaning his glory until the waves became ripples, then abated, leaving them in the calm, quiet water.
    A short time later, after drifting in the serene sea of post-orgasmic tranquility, Bella rolled over to snuggle into his chest. His arms came around her, stronger than any she’d ever felt, and she loved how he completely engulfed her.
    “I’m in heaven,” she murmured. “I want to stay here, just like this, forever.”
    “We could, but then we’d starve to death.”
    “I suppose that’s true,” she sighed, “but it might be worth it.”
    “I’ve made an executive decision,” he purred, stroking her back.
    “You have? What might that be?”
    “We’re going to have brunch at The Majestic.”
    “We are? How fabulous is that. I’ve always wanted to eat there. Isn’t it incredibly expensive?”
    “It’s not a problem,” he assured her.
    “Are you sure?”
    “I’m positive,” he smiled. “Let’s get up. There are a couple of calls I have to make, then we can head out.”
    “I can’t believe I’m here with you,” she murmured. “I