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The next morning Irina stood at the nurse's station signing Jack's release papers. As she signed the last papers she felt someone come up behind her and wrap their arms around her waist.
"Let's get out of here." Jack whispered seductively in her ear.
A chill ran down her spine. She signed the last paper and turned in his arms. She kissed him lightly on the lips.
"You need to shave." she whispered against his lips.
He laughed and kissed her again. Irina held his hand in hers and walked with him out of the hospital. There was a jet black Lamborghini parked outside. Irina led him to it smiling devilishly.
"Really Irina."
"You know I have a thing for fast cars. . . And the men who drive them." she said dangling the keys in front of his face.
He grabbed the keys and opened her door. Then he slipped behind the steering wheel and brought the car to life. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove towards the freeway. He entered onto the freeway headed toward downtown Honolulu. Irina looked over at her husband, the intensity on his face and the fluidity with which he controlled the car was turning her on. They reached their hotel and checked in. Once they were safely in their suite Irina kissed Jack ferociously.
"I need you." she said between kisses.
Jack pulled her to him and kissed her gently. She ground against him, both of their hands reaching for the zipper of his pants. He stepped out of them and kissed his way down her neck. Once she was clad in only her underwear and bra, and he only had on his boxers, he lifted her into his arms. He gently laid her on the bed. He joined her and pulled her to him. He kissed her gently, lightly running his hands down her waist. She flipped so that she was straddling his waist.
"Sweetheart. Let me make love to you." he said gently flipping her underneath him.
He kissed her seductively. He kissed his way down her body. He planted hot kisses down her abdomen making her squirm. Irina gripped the sheets as Jack kissed her most sensitive areas. She closed her eyes. Cuvee's and Katya's voice rang in her ears.
"We need you to get the Messenger to willingly resurrect him."
"You are that closest to him."
"Jack is the Messenger."
Irina suddenly felt nauseated. She bolted from the bed and ran to the bathroom. Jack sat bewildered until her heard her heaving. He ran to the bathroom and saw her heaving again. He crouched down next to her and held her hair until she was finished. He helped her stand. He wet a bath towel and gently dabbed her mouth. She rested her head against his shoulder and he lightly stroked her back.
"Sweetheart." he said lifting her chin to face him. Tears were streaming down her cheek.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked concerned.
"No. I just. I'm sorry." she said holding him tighter.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down and joined her on the bed.
"Hold me please." she said reaching for him.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear. After a few minutes he felt her breathing even out. He pulled the cover over them both and fell into a restless sleep himself.
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Irina's POV
Irina awoke to Jack's arms wrapped around her. Her head was resting on his chest. She closed her eyes listening to his heartbeat. She sighed. She didn't want to hurt him. She couldn't ask him to resurrect Rambaldi. But she could finally understand all of his prophecies if he did. But to get him to do it, she would have to deceive him again, something she was unwilling to do. Irina let a few tears fall. She was in an impossible predicament. She buried her head at Jack's neck and fell back into a restless sleep.