Page 34 of State of the Union (First Family 3)

“You’re the horny toad. I’m just the long-suffering wife.”

He pushed into her so hard, she gasped. “Are you suffering right now?”

“Terribly. The sacrifices I make…”

When he pressed his fingers to her core, he detonated an orgasm that had her seeing stars, moons and planets in several solar systems. She floated in a sea of bliss for a long time before she opened her eyes to find him watching her.

“Welcome back.”

“Mmm.”

“Are you still suffering?”

“Greatly.”

Laughing, he kissed her and then gathered her into his warm embrace. “I get no credit for the sacrifices I make to satisfy my insatiable wife.”

“Mmm, right.” She was so blissed out, she could barely form words. That was another of his superpowers.

Somehow, she ended up under the covers and tucked into bed with him curled up to her. She was so comfortable, contented and delighted to be on vacation with her love that she slept like a dead woman.

Chapter Seven

Jeannie and Matt sat outside the house in Richmond for the hours it took for the U.S. Marshals to request and receive a warrant and then mobilize to conduct the raid in cooperation with Richmond police. In that time, Daniella Brown came out to get her mail and then went back inside.

“You can confirm the subject is still in the house?” Chief Marshal Jesse Best asked. At six and a half feet tall with blond hair and intense brown eyes, he projected an aura of competency that put Jeannie at ease. She’d noticed in past encounters with the imposing marshal that he never wasted time with small talk.

“I can confirm that she entered through the front door three and a half hours ago and hasn’t come out again. I can’t confirm that she didn’t sneak out the back in that time, but we’ve seen no other movement.”

Jeannie called up dated photos of Daniella and Carisma and showed them to Jesse. In a normal investigation, there’d be age-progressed photos, but they’d never been done in this case. “This is who we’re looking for. The suspected kidnapper and the victim. They’re eleven years older now. Carisma would be twenty-four, if she’s even there.”

“Got it. Are you coming?”

“We’ve been ordered to stand down and turn it over to you.”

“Huh,” he said, which was his way of expressing surprise that any law enforcement agency would give another credit for their bust.

Anyone else would want to know why. Jesse Best wasn’t anyone else.

He turned and walked away, armed with the info he needed to get the job done.

“Sucks to have to take a back seat,” Matt said.

“It does, but all that matters is finding Carisma and arresting Daniella. I don’t care who gets the credit.”

Jeannie’s body was rigid with tension as she waited for the raid to go down with the stealth that made the marshals so good at what they did. Aiding state and local authorities in apprehending fugitives was part of the marshals’ mission, but they were primarily focused on protecting the federal judiciary and apprehending federal fugitives.

Around eleven, she’d texted Sam to tell her the marshals would be going in sometime during the night.

I can’t wait to hear what happens, Sam had replied.

I’ll text you in the morning with an update.

Call if you need me.

Will do.

Jeannie watched through binoculars as Best led his team toward the house, gesturing for other officers to cover the back. She’d wondered if they were going to bust in or knock on the door.