She let go then, bright lights flashing behind her eyes as her entire being imploded.She came hard, Aiden’s name on her lips.
He followed close behind, the band of his arm tightening around her waist, his climax overtaking him.They lay together until he finally pulled out, and she collapsed on the bed, his big frame falling onto the mattress beside her.His heavy breath sounded in her ear while she gasped to catch her own.Never in her life had she ever been so satisfied.
Aiden clasped her hand in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the pulse point in her wrist.“You win,” he said in a rough voice.“We’ll leave together in the morning.”
Smiling, she cuddled into his side.She might not know what the future held, but at least they would experience it together.
Chapter Thirty
Aiden woke upslowly, a shrill sound pulling him out of a deep sleep, with the woman he loved snuggled in his arms.Brooke stirred, and he looked around for his damned phone.
He grabbed it from the nightstand.His editor’s name flashed on the screen.He picked up the phone, causing Brooke to groan and roll over.
“John?”Aiden asked, his voice rough from sleep.
“Aiden, sorry to bother you.I just wanted to let you know that the FBI reached out to me.”
Aiden glanced at his phone screen, noting they’d slept in.It was nearly ten in the morning.“The article went out this morning?”
At the mention of his piece, Brooke pushed herself to a sitting position, her eyes wide as she listened to his side of the conversation.He braced a hand on her thigh as he and John spoke.
“As planned,” John said.“In both the online publication of the magazine and on grocery store shelves and newsstands.Subscribers should have gotten them in their inboxes first thing this morning.”
“And the FBI?”Aiden asked.“Are they asking about the content?”Aiden sat upright in bed.
“I assume so, but I don’t know yet,” John said.“The agent I spoke with wants to talk to us both.Can you come to the magazine’s office for a meeting?”
“Sure thing.I’ll see you soon.”He glanced at Brooke.
“You need to go meet with John?”she asked.
“Actually, John and the FBI.”
Her eyes opened wide.“The FBI?Why?”
Sensing her anxiety, he grasped her hand.“That’s what I need to find out.Wait here and I’ll come back.By then, Remy will have us set up with somewhere to lay low for a while.”
Swallowing hard, she nodded.“Okay.That’s fine.”
Aware the brave attitude was a façade, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips.“Everything will be okay.While I’m gone, go ahead and pack your things.”
She treated him to a forced smile.“I can do that.”
He showered, then dressed and headed to the magazine’s office, checking for a tail along the way.Since his work was mostly on the road, Aiden hadn’t been here often over the years, but he knew where he was going.He parked in the garage and met up with John in the lobby, breathing a sigh of relief that his trip had ended without incident.
He shook his mentor’s hand.
“They’re waiting in the conference room,” John said, leading him to an elevator and once inside, he pressed the button for the eleventh floor.
They walked to the conference room where a man in a black suit was waiting, a serious expression on his face.
“Mr.Sterling, thank you for joining us,” he said, rising and holding out his hand.“I’m Agent Jessop.”
Aiden shook his hand, then he and John took a seat across the table.Clasping his hands, Aiden waited for the man to speak.
“I think you both know why we’re here,” Agent Jessop said.“We need to discuss the article you released this morning.”
Aiden wasn’t surprised but he would let his boss take the lead.
