"Then what are these keys for?"
I smiled and sat up too. "They’re foryourplane."
She blinked.
Her mouth opened.
Closed.
Opened again.
Nothing came out.
"It's being built right now," I continued, savoring every second of her shocked reaction. "Custom designed. It should be ready in a few months. After the war is over, you can use it to visit your grandmother whenever you want. Weekly, if you'd like. I know how much you miss her. You should also bring her out to Japan. We could show her Tokyo, Osaka, Kyoto. She may love it."
"She would lose her mind." She stared at the keys like they might bite her. "Kenji. . .a plane?"
I reached out and tucked a braid behind her ear. “Yes. You deserve it. This is my thank you. You get a plane because you unraveled an entire spy network in a single night. Because you saved my life and didn't even realize you were doing it. Because thirty more people would have eventually put bullets in my head or taken you from me if you hadn't followed your instincts."
I cupped her face in my hands again, making sure she was looking directly into my eyes. "Thank you. I’m going to spoil you for the rest of your life, Tora. This is just the beginning."
The tears came freely now—streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto my thumbs. "Kenji. . ."
"Do you like it?"
“Y-yes.”
“Good.” I kissed her forehead.
She let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob. "A plane. You got me a plane. Zo is going to shriek for days."
“Good. When the plane is done being built, you can take Zo on a trip—”
“Everybody. You. Hiroko. Some of my girls back home. Hiro and the twins of course. Reo.”
I frowned. “My men?”
“Of course.” She set the box aside carefully, and then she was in my arms again—kissing my face, my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. Everywhere she could reach.
And our kissing turned heated.
We began sucking and nibbling.
Taking off our clothes in between kisses and caressing.
Until soon we were both naked, and I was on my back, and she straddled me, her thighs bracketing my hips, her hands pressing flat against my chest.
My cock deep inside that wet pussy.
And she rode me like a good little Tiger.
So much bliss.
So much ecstasy.
I closed my eyes and let her worship me.
It felt wrong. I was the one who worshipped. I was the one who devoured, dominated, claimed. But tonight, with her hands and her mouth and her wet pussy surrounding my cock, I couldn't fight it.
