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When she got close—when her inner muscles started going wild—I pulled out, kissing down her body and back up again, until I found her nipples. I played there for a while.

“Oh god, you’re good!” She writhed under me when I sucked and swallowed. “More!”

“Do you want to come yet?”

Her eyes fluttered open. “No.”

“Good. Because neither do I.” I took her hand and wrapped it around my cock. She fisted it and stroked, swallowing hard without breaking eye contact. It felt fantastic to be touched again and I pumped into her hand a few times before stopping. “See? We’re not drowning. We’re just fine. You and me? We’re always good. Always.”

She nodded quickly. “I know. I do.”

“Glad we have that settled.” Then I dipped back down for more dessert, nibbling on her nipples until she started panting again. My dick ached to be in her, so I gave in, finding her heat and gently pushing back inside until the head of my cock popped free, then thrust hard into her channel.

Sam arched underneath me, mouth open in pleasure and surprise that it could still feel this good. At least that’s what I hoped it was because it was exactly how I felt.

“Yes!” she said. “Yes, yes!”

I pounded at her for a minute or two, giving into the blinding need I always seemed to have to take her hard, then flipped us so she could take us home at her own speed.

“Oh god, oh god!” She sat on me, my cock completely buried in her pussy, her knuckles white as she gripped the headboard.

My cock twitched as her inner muscles went wild around me. Then after a few breaths she began to move. Up and down. Up and down. Riding me slow and steady at first, then with very deliberate strokes designed to pleasure one or both of us with the angle of depth.

“Look at me Sam.” She was lost in her pleasure, which was fantastic, but I missed her eyes. Missed the connection that came from feeling that pleasure together.

Our eyes locked. “I’m going to come,” she whispered, rising up and then slowly sliding down my length.

So hot. No, beautiful, watching her come while using me like this. Up again, down one more time. I felt her body tense and change. Up. Down, down, down even slower.

And then boom. Her orgasm hit and she started riding me hard. Wild. Moaning loud while also curling in on herself somehow. The combination of it all pushed me over the edge and I thrust up, coming too.

16

Getting the Feyereisens and Todd hooked up involved going a little old school. A robotic voice message was hand delivered to me on an untraceable USB drive. There was no way to identify the altered voice or where the recording was made.

Todd was pleased with the anonymity of the process. I was not. It meant I needed to work a lot harder to gather the evidence that definitively tied the two groups together. Steel was just happy progress was being made.

Unfortunately, it meant I was now digging around trying to find more dirt on Roark Corp, just in case the new alliance with Devil’s Wrath didn’t pan out.

“Hey Sam?”

She sat cross legged in the middle of the bed, laptop out, two notebooks open beside her, and scribbling on her tablet. “Yeah?”

“How’s untangling the Roark web going?” I was caught between feeling like a complete asshole and wanting to get this all over with as soon as possible by any means necessary.

“I’m actually making progress now. It’s like cleaning a playroom mixed with a frat house. There’s shit everywhere, but once you get the trash out and start organizing like with like, things start making sense.”

Well that was good. “Any of it…you know…useful?”

“I mean, I understand how the company operates—which is poorly—and I think I’ve cracked the code, so to speak, on how the Feyereisens tend to do things. There’s definitely a pattern to their behavior. For instance, they love to move everything to countries where that product or research is the cheapest. And then from there it’s a matter of finding the absolute cheapest labor and the most disgusting work conditions. But before they do all that, they start by making sure the management structure is all guys in their pockets. And I do mean guys. They hate hiring women. And even when they do, they keep them outside the most important communication channels, pay them significantly less, and generally make them miserable. It’s possible I’ll be able to put together interviews with some of the former employees willing to go on the record about the insults and harassment they received on the job.”

“Possible?”

She shrugged. “Contacted a few people. They were game—even excited—to be heard. But that doesn’t mean they’ll actually go through with it in the end. Either way, I’m working with Jasmine to make sure these women are in good jobs now and anything else I can do to make their lives better.”

“Won’t the board have something to say about that?”

“I don’t really care. Jace…the longer I’m here? The less I care about my experience or stepping on toes. I’m tired of seeing the cruelty and incompetence. Some days it takes everything I have to not flip the table and scream like they do on TV.”

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