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Did the criminal conspiracy really go all the way to the top? Was I sitting on another scandal like the Iran-Contra Affair? The thought excited me. People would finally see me as a real journalist.

I closed my eyes, pleasant thoughts floating through my mind as I drifted through the land between waking and dreams. As I approached sweet sleep, I heard a knock at the door. Who could that be?

TEN

Jade

Cooper stood in front of me with an expression I recognized.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, glancing around. “I’m supposed to be leaving soon.”

“It won’t be until the morning,” he said. “Can I come in?”

“Sure…”

I stepped back. He came inside, brushing against me.

Why does he have this power over me? I asked myself as a tingle ran through my body.

“You’re all packed?” he asked, looking at the suitcases piled up near the door.

“Yep.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “You ready to talk more about the smuggling?”

“No,” he said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Then why are you here?”

“Earlier,” he said.

I tilted my head to the side, trying to understand him.

“What do you mean?”

“This...”

He stepped forward and put his hands on

my waist. At the same time, his head came toward mine, tilting slightly. I froze, closing my eyes, anticipating the moment our lips would touch.

When they did, I felt as if heaven had opened shop deep within my body. Pleasure and joy danced into my mind, causing my heart to beat faster. Is this happening?

I pulled back and said, “Pinch me.”

“Excuse me?”

“I need to know if I’m dreaming.”

He smiled then kissed me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth this time. I swirled mine against his, so warm and wonderful.

As we kissed, his hands moved along my body. When he squeezed my breast through my shirt, I moaned, wanting more, so much more.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked in between kisses.

“Yeah,” he grunted, lifting my shirt up.

I raised my hands into the air, allowing him to take it all the way off. Standing in front of him with bare breasts, I wondered if I was making a bad decision.

Emotions took over, and I didn’t care anymore. The only thing on my mind was getting him inside me. While I didn’t get my story in Afghanistan, at least I’d have something to remember.