Chapter 29-The Traveler

EPOV

Normally, I have more time to do my research, but Bella and my family have taken up an abundant amount of my time over the past few weeks, so I was pretty much going in blind. Other than a few names I had memorized and certain customs I was familiar with, I really was working without a shield.

Syria was currently in the midst of a civil war and the American government was pressuring me to get this software in there for monitoring their warfare.

While their war was civil, it still had a strong chance of affecting us, back in the states. The government wanted to alleviate that fear, or at the very least help to proactively be prepared, for any kind of attack.

I glanced at my notes and shook my head. This was going to be a big one and I really should've made time to read up, but I just couldn't choose work over Bella. Not when she had been so voracious after our short trip east.

I had given her the ring, and it was like a spark on petrol, she was all over me. Not that I was complaining, but the woman was insatiable. She wanted more and more.

Even at a party with her friends, New Year's Eve, she couldn't be stopped.

Her friend Alice threw a get together and I was told that there would only be about thirty or so people there, making me feel comfortable. That way, Bella and I could both relax and have a good time together.

Well, the turnout was a bit larger, roughly seventy people in a crowded house. But it was fun, nonetheless.

But Bella made me forget about all the people when her hips started swaying in the short, purple, sparkling, dress. She looked amazing and I let her know, by gently squeezing her round, beautiful ass. I wanted to do so much more, but I knew I had to control myself, at least for a few hours.

Bella danced and mingled with her friends, taking the time in between to introduce me to Alice and her husband, Jasper, and letting them know I was the 'guy from the plane'.

I watched her as she enjoyed herself and the deep, thundering music. While that wasn't really my scene it was still fun and I appreciated the view, that much was for certain.

Ten minutes before the countdown, though, she stopped swinging those luscious hips around and made her way over to me.

She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I've decided something."

I raised an eyebrow at her, wanting her to continue on.

"I want to ring in the New Year right," she told me sweetly.

"Uh huh."

"I want you inside me when the clock strikes midnight," she declared with a mischievous smile.

I braced myself and groaned, loving my girl's lack of inhibitions. If she wasn't pregnant, I would think she was drunk.

"Yeah?" I questioned, wanting to make sure she was serious.

"Yeah."

One look in her deep brown eyes, told me that she meant what she had said. And suddenly, I was a man on a mission. I wanted to make sure all of my girl's New Year's Eve wishes were granted.

"Do you think Alice has a room we could use?" I asked quietly.

I might have been in love with the idea of being inside her during the countdown, but I definitely didn't need anyone overhearing my plan. This was between her and I, and I definitely didn't share.

She shrugged and pulled my hand, leading me to the staircase. We pushed our way through, single file up the crowded passageway until she pulled me into a room. It looked like it was an office of some sort, but I didn't have long to question it because she was clawing at me the second the door was closed and locked behind us.

"Fuck," I groaned at her ambition. "You really want this, don't you, baby?" I asked sweetly, brushing a few strands of stray hair from her face.

She nodded, gazing deeply into my eyes. I could tell there was only one thing on her mind at that moment. I'd seen it before over the past few months. She would get riled up and there was only one thing that could satisfy her. A good, hard fucking. And she was about to get it.

I growled and slid my hand under her skirt. I pushed her sparkly dress up higher and felt those pretty little panties she was wearing for me. They were tiny and about to become the victim of our need. I pulled at the tiny thong until it snapped, the smattering of fabric falling to the floor, giving me full access to everything I wanted.

She whimpered, waiting on the edge for me to touch her the way she needed to be. I was going to leave her there for a few minutes too, just building anticipation. I dragged my fingers down her bare thighs and through her moisture, feeling her heat, listening to her breath quicken. Then I moved my hand to her ass and gave it a loving squeeze before I took what I wanted.

I leaned in, brushing her hair over her shoulder, blowing a breath on her neck, before dropping a soft kiss right beneath her ear. "On your knees," I whispered, feeling a rush flow through me at my own words.

She shook slightly, before nodding and getting down on her knees.

I pulled her close, letting my fingers twine through her silky locks. "You look so fucking good there," I told her, before I unzipped my pants. "You have a New Year's wish, yes? Well, so do I, mine will have to be a little sooner, since you want me inside you when the clock strikes midnight."

She bit her lip and nodded, before reaching in my pants and retrieving my now rock hard cock.

I watched carefully as she licked those plump, pretty, pink lips before taking me in her warm mouth.

"Yes," I let out with a hiss. That felt fucking good.

Her tongue swirled around my shaft as she moved up and down, swiftly applying suction when needed, making me feel like the luckiest man on Earth.

Finally, it felt too good. And I needed to be in her.

The muffled voices from outside the room were shouting numbers and I knew it was time to focus on her wish.

I gently pushed her off, before picking her up and pressing her against the wall.

"Three," I counted with the people, lining myself up.

"Two," I whispered, staring into her beautiful eyes.

"One," I breathed, before slipping effortlessly into her slick heat.

"Shit," she muttered, her eyes scrunched up and her hands fisting my shirt.

"Yeah baby, does that feel good?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

We moved together, quietly at first, then faster and faster before our passion boiled over and she was screaming out my name and Happy New Year all at the same time while I was pounding into her.

I adjusted myself just at that thought of her. Trying to point my mind toward more PG thoughts.

It was difficult leaving this morning, more than it had ever been with Maggie, but I took it in stride, knowing that in a week's time, I would be home for good. Other than, a few trips across the country for business meetings but nothing that would compare to this journey.

We were headed to a war torn country, somewhere an armored vehicle wasn't even likely to save your ass if shit got real.

But thankfully, once I arrived I would have a day to catch up. Liam, the man taking my place, was also meeting me there. We had some things to go over before the meeting, so I was glad now that I had decided on us both arriving a day early.

Liam was my permanent replacement, he was finally done with his training and we were to do one mission together before he was on his own. It was that simple.

I'd met him a few times before, he was younger, twenty-eight, and very well versed in computer programming, which was good when it came to the technical portion of the job, but he hadn't ever dealt with the customer relations end of things, as I liked to call it. So that was going to be the ultimate challenge. Not that I really wanted his test to be in a war torn country like Syria, but we didn't really have a choice, so I would do the best that I could with it.

Either way, I agreed with Liam being my replacement, he had a lot of potential and I firmly believed he would be a fine agent. However, that didn't negate the worry I felt for our well-being. It had been a long time since I'd had to travel to a country that was in the middle of a war to sell the software, and since it was his first sale, this was a terrible place to start. At least he would know the risks going into the job.

I shook off my nerves and tried to sleep on the flight, but it wasn't working. My heart would pound and the second I closed my eyes her face would appear.

This was the shit that wasn't supposed to happen. The shit that got you killed. I always kept Maggie at an arm's reach knowing that if I got in too deep it would sacrifice more than just my life, but I couldn't even begin to do that with Bella. She was so much more than just a love, she invaded my soul; there was no hope for me to completely clear my thoughts of her after I'd had her, but regardless, I knew I needed to stay very focused.

And stepping on to this plane reminded me of that very fact with every second that ticked by. I needed to make it back for her. I needed to be safe, careful and calculated if this mission was going to turn out positive and that meant I needed to keep a clear head. It was going to be tough, but it had to happen.

After a very long plane ride, approximately twelve hours, I finally landed. We were in Lebanon and were to stay there in our hotel. There was no need to be sleeping right in the middle of the war. A few hours' drive was better than staying there day in and day out.

"Mr. Masen?" the security clerk asked me as I was attempting to collect my luggage.

"Yes," I replied, hoping that he understood my language.

"Hmm," he mused to himself, while perusing my passport, and I couldn't stop staring at the automatic rifle that was strapped across his chest. "How old are you Mr. Masen?"

That was typical, if they thought your passport was a fraud, they would often question random pieces of information on it. Since mine was frequently used, I was supposed to know everything on there. If not, you could end up in a sticky situation fast.

"Forty-one," I answered, quickly, trying to please him.

He continued to rattle off a bunch of questions and I answered them in quick succession before he finally gave in and let me through, though he looked none too happy about it.

After a short car ride with an arranged driver, I was at my hotel. It was nice, but this wasn't the time or the place to enjoy the luxuries and perks of my job. I had business to attend to and it needed to be taken care of in an efficient and effective manner.

Liam and I agreed to meet over dinner. I could've used a beer to unwind, especially after the flight I had just endured, but that would have to wait until later. The security check was too close for comfort and I had some serious homework to go over.

I dressed in clean pants and a fresh button up shirt. After doing a check of the lobby and attached restaurant I felt fairly safe meeting him downstairs and discussing our strategy over dinner.

"I'm meeting an associate," I told the woman at the hostess podium in the front of the room.

She nodded to me. "Mr. Masen?"

"Yes."

"Right this way, sir," she said in perfect English, as she began to lead me to a quiet table toward the back.

I made sure I had my locked briefcase with me. As I hadn't studied much of the materials yet, I was sure I would need them, so they were traveling along with me. It put me at risk. Gave me a weakness, but if I was careful, there was nothing to worry about. But that was the key. I needed to be careful. Very careful.

I sighed and sat down, greeting Liam with a smile.

"Long flight?" he asked, taking a sip of his water.

"You have no idea," I muttered, feeling weary.

"Well, not much longer now," Liam commented, trying to placate me. I nodded in return as our waitress showed up.

"What can I get you two?" the middle-aged woman asked, leering at me.

I shook my head; it was ridiculous what some women did for attention.

"I'll have a water and a steak sandwich, if you have one," I murmured.

"Tap, or would you prefer a bottle?"

"A bottle, always a bottle. I'll take it closed, please," I added, you could never be too cautious, especially when you were in our line of work. You never knew who the enemy was going to turn out to be.

She agreed before turning to Liam to collect his order.

We sat for a few moments, drinking in the people and the surroundings. I stared at the paintings that decorated the walls and the intricate flooring. The place was like a palace and the fact that it was only a restaurant attached to a hotel boggled my mind, but I let it settle.

After our drinks and food were brought, I felt it was safe enough to begin a conversation.

"So, you are to present the program," I began.

Liam nodded at this as I had gone over this same plan with him two times before. "You want me to describe it and show its functionality while you really sell it, correct?"

"Yes, exactly. But I'm afraid they will be expecting us."

His eyebrows shot up to his forehead. "You think?"

"Well, if they aren't expecting it to be some kind of covert operation, at the very least they are going to be extremely suspicious," I told him honestly. It was true, I had a bad feeling going in to this one from the beginning and it certainly didn't help that they were in the middle of a war.

"I see, so you think this is a suicide mission?" he wondered.

I shook my head. "No, not a suicide mission. I just think it's going to a difficult one. We're really going to have to be on our game to fool them."

He nodded and after our food arrived we spent the rest of the evening going over the pertinent details to the mission. Our key people and a few phrases that we were going to need to know.

Bashar Hafez al-Assad was going to be our prime person. He was currently the President of Syria, after that we would also be meeting with Muhammad Mustafa Mero and Farouk al-Sharaa, the Prime Minister and Vice President, and finally General Fahd Jassem al-Freij, the Minister of Defense. Four extremely important people. Along with them there was supposed to be a substantial amount of security. I wasn't sure if it was a good plan to try to infiltrate them, but back in May the US President gave the orders to stop the violence against their own people and al-Assad had yet to be able to produce results, so it was up to us to step in.

Liam pushed his messy blonde hair away from his face and nodded at my information. When I was satisfied that we both were up to speed on everything, we broke apart and went to our rooms for the night. We had tomorrow to finish strategizing before it was time to put our plan into action.

That night I laid in bed thinking about Bella. I told her I would try to call, but I knew it wasn't safe. I knew there was no real possibility of me being able to do that while on this mission. But that didn't mean I didn't think about her, or wish I could hear her voice.

I hoped this mission went well…and I'd soon be home with my family safe and sound.


Thank you to all those that helped with this chapter!
So, what did you think of their NYE loving?
He's on his last mission...wonder what will happen...

What are your thoughts?