Page 46 of The Maverick (WaterFyre Rising #7)

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

ATTIKUS

Dinner with Vanessa was the best thing that happened today. It seemed like everything that occurred outside of this house was chaos,and everything inside calmed my soul.

After dinner, she returned to her studio while I entered my office and logged into the conference call with the boys. Forrest, Arrow, and Royce couldn’t make it as they were traveling.

“You okay?” Remington asked. “Your group text sounded urgent.”

“I think the CIA is involved with The Trogyn,” I said.

“What makes you say that?” Orion asked. “I’ve got contacts there. I can look into it deeper.”

I told them about Ryan Evans (the Maui attacker), Sam Thornton (the driver who crashed the car that killed Emmanuel), and Paul Exinor (the man sent to kill Sam). All were CIA agents.

“That’s interesting,” Grayson said. “We need to protect Paul, or they’ll kill him too.”

“He’s currently in a private room at the hospital,” I told them.

“Why don’t we move him to Forrest’s clinic?” Orion suggested. “It’s safer there.”

“Yeah, let’s do that,” I agreed.

“I’m sending him a text now,” Remi said.

I looked at my friends, all of whom wanted to destroy this crime organization. In the beginning, I kept my plan for vengeance separate from eliminating The Trogyn. But now, it seemed like the two were intertwined.

“We need to revise our plan for The Trogyn,” I said.

“What happened?” Remi asked.

The only person who knew about my vendetta was Orion. So I shared my past with Remington and Grayson.

“Fuck, man,” Grayson said. “You should’ve told us sooner.”

“I didn’t want to deter the focus from the group. Besides, it’s my personal matter.”

“We’re all in this together,” Remi said. “And you’re right—your past is linked to the current issues.”

“The severed finger belonged to my high school principal,” I said. “His family is all dead.”

“Ashton Lindor is the only person still missing.” Orion scratched his chin.

“He could hide under a new alias.” Grayson sipped his bottle of water.

“I looked at that angle too, but have found nothing.” I told them about the now-deceased Enzo and Becca, including their association with Milton Kalkounis. “He was my high school classmate and the trainer threatening Emmanuel, who was Vanessa’s ex.”

“Sounds like they’re cleaning house.” Orion leaned back in his chair. “The CIA has been compromised more than we thought. We already got rid of three Trogyn members.”

“There’s probably a lot more we don’t know about.” Grayson stretched his neck from side to side.

“Is that why you agreed to marry her?” Remi asked but held up a hand. “You don’t have to answer. I already know. Women can make us do irrational things. Just look at Grayson. He bought a plane.”

“I don’t see you complaining when you need to use it,” Grayson retorted.

Remi smiled. “I’m not complaining. Just saying we do illogical things for love.”

“He’s right,” Orion agreed. “I discovered a new constellation and named it after her.”

“And you also started a media company for her,” I said.

We all laughed at our ridiculous behavior. I briefed them on why Vanessa needed my help, the video of her killing a man while defending herself, and the release of her real name, which was tied to the video.

“Do you have the video?” Orion asked.

“Not yet. Still looking,” I said. “She hasn’t received any new threats.”

“We got you,” Grayson said.

“I’ll have my team research Milton and his associates.” Orion massaged the back of his neck.

“Thanks. One more thing,” I said. “I need your help to extract Vanessa’s mom from prison.”

“Christ,” Remi said. “What do you have in mind?”

While I described my plan to them, the door to my office slowly opened. I glanced at the time at the bottom of my computer screen. It was already midnight.

Vanessa peeked in, and I wiggled my fingers, signifying for her to enter. She entered, and I lost my breath. She wore a short, silky robe and untied the fabric belt as she approached my desk. I lost my train of thought, and the boys’ voices faded into the background.

“That sounds good to me,” I said as Vanessa slipped off the robe, revealing a lingerie set with open cups. Fuck. I could feast on her breasts without having to remove anything.

I pretended to yawn on the screen. “Can we resume this another day?”

“We’ll update the other guys and schedule another meeting,” Remi said. “Attikus?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not alone in this, okay?” Remi looked at me for confirmation. “Whether it’s Ashton, The Trogyn, or the CIA, just let us know what you need.”

The other boys reiterated the same.

“Thanks, guys,” I said, appreciating their friendship more than they knew. But right now, my brain wasn’t functioning properly. My dick wanted my wife.

I ended the call and spun the chair to face my wife—I loved referring to her that way—who straddled me. My dick hardened, wanting to be inside her.

“This is a pleasant surprise.” I cupped her breast—so soft and supple.

“Your meeting took too long,” she murmured. “I didn’t want to wait anymore.”

“Is there something you need?” I played with her nipples, yanking each one.

“You looked stressed earlier, so I thought I’d be a thoughtful secretary and help you release the tension.” She straddled me and looped her arms around my neck, massaging it.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. “It feels really good.”

“How does this feel?” She gyrated her hips, arousing the hell out of me.

I growled as I removed a hand from her breast to palm her. Then I tugged the sheer panties aside and slid two fingers inside her. Wetness coated them.

Her pink tongue swept across her lips, and I watched its every move.

“You’re the sexiest secretary I’ve ever had.”

“And you are the hottest boss I’ve ever had.” Her hand caressed the back of my neck.

“I’ll be expecting this kind of assistance whenever I work from home.” I bent and claimed a nipple while my fingers continued to pump into her.

She arched toward me. “Yes, sir.”

I growled and sucked her nipple harder.

Our eyes connected, and the sexual tension snapped. We were all over each other withour hands, mouths, teeth, and tongues. In seconds, she was on my conference table with her legs spread wide for me. I buried my facebetween her legs, inhaling her addictive scent and loving every crevice.

She cried out, filling my office with her blissful sounds of pleasure.

I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to thrust my dick into her, take her in my office. But tonight, I wanted her in my bed. This was a dream I’d thought about constantly.

Scooping her into my arms, I carried her out of my office, down the hallway, up the stairs, and into my bedroom. I placed my sexy wife on the bed and looked down at her. She was so hot.

“I’m having you in my bed tonight. We’re sharing a room from now on.”

“Is that going in our new contract?” She smirked.

“If you want.” I stripped off my clothes and hovered over her, taking in every detail of her beautiful face. “I love that smart mouth of yours.”

With so much affection in her eyes, she cupped the side of my face. “Attikus?”

“Yes, Lily Pad.”

“Kiss me.”

Our mouths crashed into each other like a wild storm that wouldn’t end. She gave, and I took. I offered, and she responded with the same hunger. This woman was my perfect match.

When we broke for breath, she looked at me with amusement in her eyes. “Whistler?”

“Yes, Lily Pad.

“I want you to fuck me hard tonight.”

“Baby, that’s all I’ve been thinking about all night.”

That night, we broke the bedroom chair and cracked the headboard.