Page 31 of All The Way Under

The company’s stocks soared during the period that we were captive and continue to climb due to the spotlight on the family and just how intelligent and beautiful they are.

It’s rare in real life to have a combination of folks who are equally brainy as they are good-looking.

They are sensationalized, and Wyndham Tech is capitalizing on it.

Some would say at the expense of the family’s privacy.

That was the disagreement Roger had with his former law firm—they couldn’t agree on how this kind of fame should be handled.

Even though Roger won in the end, trying to shield his family from the press, the damage was done, and Jennings’s holdings in WT were stripped for breach of contract.

I was able to trace Jennings’s communications ordering the hit with a little help from friends, and the police arrested him two days ago.

While he’s locked up, I’m still leery about the whole firm and the actions they may take to punish what they view as bad business dealings.

Even though I’m on leave, I’m on high alert, which is just as well, because I don’t know one Navy SEAL who knows how to do vacation in a normal fashion.

Give us a problem to solve, big or small, and watch us thrive.

Saylor sits on the bench in front of the bay window overlooking the lake.

“This is so beautiful. It’s a shame my sister and her husband can’t come, but because of the shitshow that is our lives right now, their art gallery is thriving. Everyone wants to visit to get a look at them.” She pauses and spins to face me. “Like zoo animals.”

It’s not an inside joke anymore, though. This is fucking maddening.

“Which is fine because it’s good for the charity but also sucks to lose all sense of the people we used to be.”

“No more flying under the radar,” I amend. “The good thing about the media is they’ll forget about you as soon as something else sensational happens. You aren’t that important.”

I try to joke, but I can tell by the tilt of her eyes she’s not having it.

“Saylor,” I say.

She raises her chin to look at me. I say, “This will pass, and things will go back to normal.”

“At least I have an excuse as to why I can’t go get my MBA at Columbia now. It would be near impossible to focus when all anyone cares about is my time on that base.”

I sit next to her and have to fight back the urge to take her right here and now.

“I get why you’re afraid of your mother. She’s terrifying in a way I didn’t know was possible, but you don’t need an excuse not to go to school. Don’t go. Do whatever you want. Your brain is full, anyway. What were you working on yesterday?”

Saylor exhales a pent-up breath. “A no-fail GPS that will stay online at all costs. It uses a hybrid of quantum satellite triangulation and AI-stabilized inertial nav to pinpoint a boat’s location within three centimeters, even in GPS-denied environments like urban coastlines.

It will have zero latency and a phantom cloak mode, which masks the vessel’s digital footprint, or it can make it appear to be somewhere else entirely. ”

My jaw drops. “That is impressive. When you said tweaking AI GPS when I asked on our video chat, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

She continues. “Even masking a vessel from the military. The boat or ship will only be visible on the water to the naked eye, but for that, it won’t exist. Sea Tracker failed me,” she says, sighing. “I must do better this time. It has to be no-fail.”

Her blue gaze meets mine.

“I know I don’t need another degree, Brody. But until now, my family was all I had, and making my mother happy was part of my job description. You’re right. It’s time to do whatever I want. What I’m building now will be life-changing.”

Sometimes I forget what resides behind her eyes—how her mind is purely magnificent. She wears her beauty to mask her intelligence instead of the other way around, how many women in today’s world function.

“I’ll talk to Bitsy, and she’ll talk to your mom. We’ll make it sound like it was her idea for you to dominate what you’re working on now instead of going to college. Sounds like she is the key to getting your mom to believe anything in the world.”

Saylor laughs, her smile pulling up in the corner. “It’s just one more thing in the absolute circus of my life. I will admit that plan has chops, though. Start with tea talk and then move into the GPS project, though. You have to warm Bitsy up.”

She slides her hand over and intertwines her fingers with mine.

“Thank you for sticking by me. This is a lot, and it’s going to continue to be a lot.

Bronwyn asked me if you were going to deal with the pressure from all the outside sources well, and I said, of course, but then I realized maybe you would get sick of it.

” She pauses, breathing. “Because anyone would get sick of it.”

Bringing my hands up to her face, I pull her to me, kissing her, tasting her, giving her the only answer she’ll ever need. What we have together is not something that can be replaced. Nothing that has to do with her would ever be anything that would detract from my feelings for her.

Every nerve snaps to attention when her hand slides over my dick covered by my thin swimsuit.

I curse under my breath. “We have to go downstairs. They’re waiting to meet you.” The words are spoken against her mouth, our teeth touching.

Her mouth closes into mine, moving soft and slow, making my blood turn to fire. “What about a quickie?”

The need to have her outweighs my plans to take my time and savor her all night long. I can do both.

Her kiss, after being apart, drags something primal out of me, and I don’t want to cage it. Never will I cage anything when it comes to Saylor Wyndham. This woman deserves the best of everything the world has to offer.

Standing from the bay window seat, I hold out my hand to help her up. She sees the answer in my eyes, in the telling smirk. Saylor kicks off her slides and lifts the dress over her head.

“You planned this. This was always going to be an all-out assault, regardless of what I said.”

The Cheshire Cat smile she’s flashing is the only thing she’s wearing.

Tilting her head to the side, she flashes a crooked smile. “Learn to plan or plan to learn,” she says, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss me slowly, without urgency.

Her body against my bare chest causes a riot of sensations.

Her cool skin against my warmth. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulls them off in one fell swoop.

Stepping out of them, I walk her back to the bed, trying to form all semblance of control when I feel anything but.

The need courses through my body unchecked and unmatched by anything before it.

Saylor sits on the edge of the king bed, then lies down, letting her knees fall open.

“Oh, I have a plan. And then another plan, and several after that, if you’ll allow it,” I growl as I eye her wet cunt beckoning me.

My jaw works as I swallow down the rest of my self-control.

Then, Grimace scratches at the door. I wait a couple of seconds to see if he’s going to keep at it, or if he’ll leave.

He scratches again, and Saylor finds my dilemma entertaining, a twinkle in her eye, and her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“A quickie,” she repeats, opening and closing her knees to tease.

“Yes. Yep. You’re right,” I rasp, leaning down to lick her cunt, because tasting her before I fuck her is mandatory.

She tastes hot and delicious, and a little moan escapes at the same time I close my mouth over her clit and suck a bit to fill my mouth with her essence.

“Fuck,” I say against her pussy. “You drive me mad.”

“Good,” she says breathily. “You drive me mad too. Now, fuck me.”

Heaven help me.

Crawling over her body, I let my dick slip inside her as I skim up to kiss her neck. She slams her eyes closed as her tight cunt grips me. I murmur her name like it’s the only word I remember, and right now, it is. Nothing exists except her.

Her skin prickles when I kiss her neck. I still myself as she fucks me from the bottom, rocking her hips at a rough pace.

There’s nothing timid about her, but Saylor becomes feral when she’s with me. She tells me I make her feel safe. Part of me has wondered if it was because I kept her safe in Madagascar.

Was something triggered?

I hate to think this is a trauma bond, but she’s clever enough to know the difference. I think.

Saylor moans into my mouth, jutting her hips up and circling them.

Then her orgasm hits, wrapping my dick and bringing me to closer to my own.

She’s clutching my biceps, and her body shakes violently before it goes lax underneath me.

I thrust my hips into her a few more times, then pull out and come on her stomach in long, hot bursts.

Kneeling between her legs with me all over her is a sight to behold.

She smiles sleepily and sighs a contented sigh.

“See? Quickie,” she explains, pointing at my mess.

Dragging a finger over her abs, she gets some on her finger, then brings it to her mouth, closing her lips around it.

“Delicious,” she moans, flashing white teeth. “Do you want to go down now so I can meet them?”

There’s a flicker of nerves behind her simplistic question.

I grab a wad of tissues from the box next to the bed and wipe off her stomach.

“Are you ready to go downstairs to meet them?” I return.

She takes the tissues from me and dabs one inside her belly button.

“I’m leery of everyone these days except you and whoever you trust, so I’m ready, even if I’d rather lock myself in this room with you until I die.” Saylor flashes me a crooked smile.

My chest tightens because I know what it means for her to say that. For her to want me more than anything else. She has a full life, and I’m important to her. I kiss her one more time when she’s cleaned me off completely because I can’t help myself.