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"So, I heard you're planning a vacation."

Niki drops her fork and glares at Jule, but I just chuckle. Everyone at the table stops eating and stares at us. Except Macy. She can care less.

"Where are you planning on going?" Helena asks.

I take a sip of my agua de horchata and squeeze Niki's hand. "It's a surprise."

Jule glares at me skeptically, deciding if he trusts the secrecy of my plans.

"Well, I think that's excellent news. You need a vacation," Jasmin says before she continues eating.

It's our last night at the ranch. We've been here for a week and after convincing Niki that Jule would be perfectly safe, with a round-the-clock body guard, she finally agreed to take her first out of the country trip with me. Charles and Piper left two days ago. They needed to meet with a lawyer who'd had his eyes on the mayor for years now. She wanted him to rot in prison without any help from his many connections.

Niki had been on high alert since both Jason and Olivia announced they lost Vork's trail. Apparently, he fled once the mayor lost access to his bank accounts, thanks to Piper, and failed to post bail. They hadn't returned to the trailer lot, so when I made sure to have the entire moveable home that once belonged to her parents brought directly to her at the ranch, she was over the fucking moon. She'd kept a box of her parents' belongings, photographs, clothes, and I couldn't stand the thought of them being lost to her. I understood the meaningful attachment we grew for items that once belonged to a lost loved one.

"Well, you'll make sure to let me know where you're taking her, right?"

I meet Jule's worried stare from across the table. "I wouldn't dare keep that from you."

He nods, convinced I'm okay, for now, and resumes eating. Niki releases a frustrated breath and nudges me softly. Sorry, she mouths, and I give her a reassuring nod. I understand the protective bond he has with his sister. She raised him, and it's his way of showing his gratitude and love. He doesn't know any other way and I respect him for it.

***?

The rest of the evening is spent readying for our trip the next day. Niki is a meticulous packer and only reserves space for the most essential needs. She doesn't over pack, but instead, over thinks every small detail like a neurotic and compulsive maniac. I stay out of her way and focus on making sure our trip is in order. Mike let me borrow his private jet, and I can't wait to fuck Niki thirty-five-thousand feet in the air.

After watching her obsess over folding both our clothes into perfect little cylinders and organizing toiletries for two hours, I finally give in and stand between her and the luggage.

"I think we're good, fox. I'm beginning to feel neglected over here."

She combs both her hands through her still damp strands and then plants them on her hips. "I'm just going to add the shoes and—"

I lift her up and toss her over my shoulder. "No mas." My palm swats her ass and when she squeals, I pinch her. "You can't just parade in nothing but panties and my t-shirt, then expect me to just watch."

She bounces on the bed when I toss her, and she crawls backwards, a sly smile spreading across her face. She smiles big, my favorite of all her grins. "But you love watching."

"That I do." I sit on my haunches, grip her ankles, and slowly move her legs apart. "Tócate."

Her smirk changes to a dangerous and almost sinister gaze, as if she's threatening me. Like she knows I'll regret asking her to touch herself. Her eyes stay on mine when she slowly takes off her panties. And when her hand glides down and a moan escapes her, I do. Her fingers part her lips, giving me the perfect view as she dips her fingers lower and glides them up and down. She gathers her wetness and draws it toward her clit, where she tortures the delicate skin with expert movements.

Niki uses her other hand to torment me even further. She lifts up her shirt and rubs her nipple, pinching the pink pebble and sending a direct jolt to my throbbing dick. She starts panting, and her tits sway with each breath. I can't take it—I have to touch her. But I don't dare interrupt, not when she's so close. She doesn't even notice me anymore; she's too wrapped up in the climax she's chasing. Her fingers begin to move quicker, rubbing at her clit with crazed movements. Her mouth falls open and her shoulders go rigid, and right when she freezes, I plunge into her without warning.

I don't slow down. She's still dazed from coming and so wet. I pound into her, balls slapping her ass, thighs clapping, and I know I'm bruising the fuck out of her ass with my grip. But I hold her in place, driving even deeper until she's screaming my name. She feels so fucking good, and the electrifying buzz slowly builds to its peak like a fucking techno remix beat at a club. There's a sudden change in our rhythm; we're both moving against one another in a daze, chasing the break at the end when stars fucking burst before us.

"I thought you only wanted to watch, rookie."

I grit my teeth. The sound of her voice will be my undoing. I press my finger against her clit and rub, forcing her release. She groans and her eyes roll back. "Come for me, little fox."

When her pussy clenches around my cock, I groan her name through clenched teeth and collapse on top of her. I let her pump me dry, the raw markings of the scratches on my back beginning to sting, and I relish the burning sensation.