“Well, there had to be some explanation.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “But he wouldn’t give it to me. There were a lot of drugs coming into the country from Matagalpa at that time. Cocaine mostly, some opium. The DEA was involved, and I think they were investigating your father. I think they thought he was smuggling cocaine into the country with coffee shipments. Nothing ever came of it, so either he stopped before he got caught...or...hell, I don’t know.”

“I can’t believe that!”

“I know, and Parker was furious that I thought that. He was even more furious that I talked to your mother about it. It was a...well, let’s just say it was a challenging time for Parker and me. It just about ended our partnership.”

Her eyes widened. “Is that why you moved to L.A.?”

“Yes.” Travis nodded, his mouth a grim line. “That’s why.”

She sat quietly for a moment, thinking, then said, “But he got over it.”

“Yeah. He did. We both did. Thank Christ. But...I’ve been worried that your dad was involved with drugs again. I think that’s why he was here in Matagalpa, and I think that may be what got him killed.”

Her brows drew down. “How can you say that? He wouldn’t have been involved with smuggling drugs. That’s crazy, Travis.”

“I know, but...he was so evasive about what he was doing here. He wouldn’t tell anyone; it was all top secret. You know, you couldn’t find anything much either in all his files. So let’s just go home, Samara, before we get ourselves mixed up in something we shouldn’t.”

“I did find something.” She lifted her chin and held his gaze. “I did.”

“What?”

She told him about the Paquita coffee bean, and all the information she’d found on her father’s laptop.

He listened. He took it in, considered it, examined it. Was it possible?

“It’s true, Travis. If we can finish that deal, it will be an unbelievably profitable deal for the company. It will make us all kinds of money.”

“Yes.” Oh, man. Oh, hell. “I don’t know, Samara. I still have a bad feeling about this. About being here.”

A flash of something in her eyes made him pause. “What?”

“Nothing.”

He gripped her chin with his fingers and forced her to look at him. “What? What aren’t you telling me?”

She lowered her lashes and nibbled her bottom lip. “Well. Yesterday, this man approached me as I was getting on the elevator and told me I should go home.”

“What! Who was he?”

“I don’t know. He’s staying here at the hotel. I saw him by the pool, and I thought he was watching me. Then I saw him in the bar, and he followed me to the elevator and told me I should go home.”

“Jesus Christ!” Red hot fury surged in him again. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about! How could you be crazy enough to come to a place like this on your own!”

“There’s more.” She bit her lip, peeked up at him through her lashes. “This morning, I started to drive to the Alvarez estate to find Javier Alvarez.”

“Hell. I was afraid of that. But...” He frowned. “Why’d you come back?”

“I think...someone was following me.”

He sucked in a breath. “Oh, for Chrissake.” He closed his eyes. His chest started to hurt again. She was determined to give him a heart attack.

“I don’t know if it was the same guy, but whoever he was, he was dark like him, wearing sunglasses. I started driving around, just to see, and he kept following me. He was staying back, and he was actually pretty good at it, but I got nervous, so I decided to come back to the hotel.”

“That’s why you looked like that when you walked in. Jesus.” He should have made her tell him right there and then what was going on, but his emotions—and hormones—had gotten the better of him, and instead, he’d dragged her up to her room to spank her and fuck her. Hell.

“That’s it,” he said determinedly. “We’re getting out of here. Right now. Next flight back.”

“No. I told you no, Travis.” She set her small jaw. “I’m going to see Javier and see if I can still make that deal. It’s going to help get us back on track.”

“It’s not worth our lives,” he gritted out. “Don’t be stupid, Samara.”

“You just told me I’m not stupid. You just told me you know I’m all grown up. I know I’ve made some mistakes. But I want to do this.”

He strode across the room and picked up the phone. Ten minutes later, he’d discovered the next flight back to the States was tomorrow night. He sighed, but booked them on it anyway.

He hung up and turned to face her. “We’re leaving tomorrow night.”

“We have tomorrow, then, to go the estate.”

He slowly shook his head. “Samara.”

“Come with me. Please, Travis.” Her eyes held his.

Hell. His resolve disintegrated beneath her clear green gaze. And the enticement of an incredible coffee bean. “Fine,” he growled. “We’ll leave first thing in the morning.”

She smiled. Tipped her head. “Thank you. So, what should we do to pass the time until then?”

She slid off the bed, moved toward him, and dropped to her knees.

“Oh, hell.”

Her fingers encircled his cock, which swelled and lengthened at her touch. His blood surged hot in his veins, and lust exploded in his brain as her tongue played with the head, circling, rubbing against that sweet spot on the underside, licking up and down, getting him wet so she could slide the tight ring of her lips over him and down. Up. Back down. He closed his eyes, let his head drop back, and fisted her hair in his hands. Her mouth was a dream, a hot, wet, sucking dream. Sublime sensation consumed him, a fiery tortuous ecstasy, making his legs go weak. He widened his stance, bare feet planted on the thick carpet, and when her fingers slipped between his legs to fondle his balls, he almost lost it right then.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned. “Oh yeah. Lick them, honey. Lick my balls.” He released her hair with one hand and held his cock up and out of her way. She eagerly complied, her teasing tongue sending fiery waves over him, his skin tingling, his testicles drawing up so tight at her touch.

“Love this,” she murmured. “Love your cock. I love the taste of it, the feel of it in my mouth, so thick and heavy.”

Her words inflamed him, ecstatic sensations sliding through him.

“And I love your balls,” she continued. She nuzzled the hair at his groin, kissed his thigh, licked tenderly over the taut sac again and again, then took one testicle into her mouth and sucked. Pressure built, and tingles slid up his spine, his fingers tightening in her hair. “How big and tight they are. Mmmm.”

Her pleasure at giving him pleasure was like the biggest imaginable stroke to his ego, making him feel fucking on top of the world. There was nothing, nothing in the world, hotter than a woman who loved sex like this. Samara, usually so bossy and in control, now on her knees in front of him clearly loving what she was doing, should have seemed subservient, but at that moment, he was the one who felt at her mercy, completely, utterly vulnerable, like he’d do any damn thing in the world for her.

He was crazy about her.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her as she took him in her mouth again, his swollen girth stretching her lips, her fingers again cupping his balls, her fingernails gently scraping and torturing him. He gritted his teeth, and the muscles of his ass tightened. He resisted the urge to thrust harder into her mouth, deeper into her throat.

“So good,” he groaned. “Your mouth, Sam. God, your mouth on me...so hot.”

She drew back and dropped her gaze to his cock, dripping and flushed. She smiled then tenderly rubbed the sensitive head of his dick over her wet lips. Heat flashed over him, and he moaned again. She looked up at him, long lashes framing her big eyes, hazy with lust, hot for him. So beautiful. So sexy.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hungrily on him again, and everything inside him exploded in a hot violent burst. He held her head, trying to pull her back in case she didn’t want to do this, but she gave a small shake of her head, her eyebrows drawn together, and held him in her mouth as he came in long exquisite bursts.