WARNING: The following chapter contains MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT.

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CHAPTER 5:

Back in Qatar…

"General Peng?" Jennifer called out to the man standing inside the main Chinese base building. He kept his back to her.

"It's Colonel Peng." He replied. Jen walked further forwards.

"Wait, you got demoted?" She asked in disbelief. The man finally turned around. He was no older than twenty-five without any scars or facial hair.

"I am General Peng's oldest son. I have been left in charge of the oil war, hoping to fill my father's big footsteps." Jen stared at him and realised that he was the spitting image of his father.

"I see."

"And you must be the Jennifer Mui whom my father worked with in North Korea and Venezuela." Colonel Peng said as he casually glanced at her up and down. Jen folded her arms across her chest.

"I am. What contract work do you have to offer and how much are you paying?" She asked in a seductive tone. She took a step closer to the thin man. He frowned slightly.

"All I have for you is eliminating several targets." He stopped speaking, and faced her head on. "Now I know you are one of the most expensive mercenaries on earth, but is it true that you still have a partner?"

"Yes, I do. James Holt."

"Right…I'll have to pay both of you…" He looked down at his computer. Jen peered over his shoulder, trying to decipher what the rates were in Chinese, but before she could, Peng noticed and turned off the monitor. "I'll give you ten million together." Jen held back a yell. That was nothing, even compared to the Allies.

"Listen, I'll…um…come back if I'm interested. Thank you for your time, and let your father know I said hello."

"As you wish, Ms. Mui. I will. Farewell."

James watched Jennifer walk out of the front gates of the Chinese base. She shook her head no and walked around to the driver's side.

"Well? Any luck?"

"They are cheap. Cheaper than the Americans even." She started driving off to the north-west.

"Where are we headed now?" James asked curiously. It was beginning to get dark outside.

"I figured we may be able to meet the Taliban before the end of the night but…it's too far. We'll need to stay at a hotel."

"Yeah…" James said shakily. He definitely did not want to deal with his former enemy. Jen drove down the busy streets of the capital city until finally she saw a hotel. She hoped they spoke English as the pair of them walked inside. Sure enough, the clerk did and eventually James and Jen were lugging their clothing bags up two flights of hard concrete stairs. James opened up the door with the key. It was a dingy room, but both thought that it was better than sleeping in the Humvee.

Jen flopped down on the soft bed, sighing in comfort. She crossed her arms under the pillow and laid her head down. It was far too hot outside to even think of using the blankets. James flopped down beside her.

"So are you still mad at me?" He mumbled through the pillow, turning out the light.

"Yes. No…Yeah…not really." Jen mumbled back tiredly. James grinned.

"Well….that's a start."

Jen looked to her right at her husband. "A start?"

"A start for us being us again." He whispered, combat crawling closer to her. She stared at him curiously, raising an arched eyebrow suggestively. He winked back at her. Jen glared at him, challenging him to make the first move. He looked back, transfixed on her almond shaped eyes. He inched his way closer, shedding his boxers in the process. Jen breathed out her nose, laughing silently. She grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him so they were together, laying on their sides, facing the other. Jen reached out and felt his short prickly stubble with the back of her hand. He took her hand off his face, leaned forward, and kissed her rather passionately, pushing his tongue around with hers, intertwining slowly. Jen felt herself being pulled closer to James' naked body, her knickers being slipped off by rough fingers. She moaned softly into the kiss. Next she felt her bra being undone at the back. It too was pulled away. James reached around her waist and pulled her on top of him. She lay over him, still attached at the lips. She started threading her fingers through his hair, tugging on his ear occasionally. He felt himself slowly getting more and more aroused.

Jen slowly moved her head back, breaking their lip lock.

"What happened to being hot and angry?" James whispered haughtily. Jen glared down at him. She raised her hand as if to slap him. James flinched, and when no smack came, he started chuckling. Jen slid off of him. "Hey! I didn't mean it like that!" James whined, fearing she was going to roll over and go to sleep. Jen stared back in silence.

She smirked before she started kissing her way past his muscular abs, and his belly button. James smiled as he felt her soft lips make their way down to his crotch where she started incorporating the use of her tongue. He let off a soft moan as she started sliding her tongue up, then down. He gently reached out, putting a hand on the back of her neck, encouraging her to go on further. Jen did as he asked. She took him in her mouth, softly sucking on the head. James bit down hard on his lower lip as shivers of pleasure went up his spine. She continued, now taking him fully in her mouth, feeling him hit the back of her throat. She continued bobbing forward and back, sucking him like a vacuum cleaner. James was all but barely able to hold himself back. Jen suddenly stopped before she straddled his thighs, mounting him. She knew how to get him fully aroused; now it was her turn.

She started moving her hips back and forth as she laid down on top of him. He slowly started kissing her once more as he too began thrusting in time to her movement. Jen let off a soft moan, closing her eyes, biting her lip as she went back and forth on him. James smiled, feeling his climax rising as they kept going. Jen now had an established rhythm, pulling him into her farther, going as deep as he could. Jen felt him hit her sweet spot, and she sighed in heavy content, a moan from an orgasm escaping her lips. She gave him one last thrust before retiring and lying down next to him.

James looked over at Jen with a grin; the usual one he wore after they had had sex. Jen sighed contently and rolled over, pulling the pillow farther underneath her head. James too did the same, putting his arm over her, holding her to his chest. He had this feeling, this sure-as-hell feeling that he and Jen were back on their way to normal.