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I’m surely going to have a mark in the shape of his hand after that crack to my ass. Then, he soothes the sting away with small circles that are in time with his slow, steady strokes.

“You feel so fucking good, Wynter.”

“Harder. Please, Romello. Make me cum, please?” My voice is bordering on a whine with how much I am begging him to let me cum. I want to hit that cliff and explode with the orgasm he has denied me.

“You have no idea what that does to me. Fuck, it’s so fucking hot.”

He’s not even winded. I’m not sure that I can even keep up with him and he’s nearly twice my age. He keeps a punishing pace, his thighs slapping against my own. His dick is so deepinside me that I can hardly tell where I end and he begins. When I arch even further so that I can peer over my shoulder at him, he finally hits that tender spot inside of me. I don’t dare move. I want this, need this.

“Say it again, baby. Say my name again,” he says through gritted teeth. His tempo is still set to rabbit rather than the turtle he started with. A bead of sweat rolling down his forehead grabs my attention, and I lick my lips.

“Fuck me, Romello-oh-oh-ohhhhh!”

His grip on my ass cheeks spreads them wider, and he gains that much more purchase entering me to the point his pubic bone is pushing into my skin. He reaches his climax just as I see white stars flashing in front of my eyes. I’m holding my breath but can’t seem to tell my body to stop and breathe.

My legs shake, and I can’t hold myself up any longer. Before I fall to the duvet, his arms band around me, holding me to him while he fills me with hot pulses. The sensation is so much more than I ever could have imagined. His hand around my throat holds me close to his chest while he sucks on the sensitive skin behind my ear.

He slips out of me and taps the head of his dick on the top of my ass cheek before smearing that last vestige of cum across the surface.

“Fuck, kitten,” he says with a sideways grin on his face. “Let me go get a washcloth, don’t move.”

I watch while he hops up and walks with his still semi-hard cock bobbing in front of him toward the bathroom. His round ass is perfect and on full display, like two perfect scoops of ice cream, and the cones are his delicious thighs. Proof that this man has never skipped leg day.

A moment later he’s walking out of the small bathroom with a hand towel and a washrag.

“I made a bit of a mess.” He actually seems sheepish for a split second before his uber-confidence returns.

Ever the gentleman, he watches me watch him as he cleans up our combined mess and dries me off. He then lies down next to me and pitches the soiled linens toward the bathroom door.

His arms wrap around me, one between my breasts and the other around my belly. Holding me close in the big spoon, little spoon position. His cock resting perfectly between my thighs.

I twist in his arms and inhale his scent, feeling his heart thud against mine.

I look deeply into his eyes and kiss him gently on his lower lip.

He returns the gesture and deepens the kiss, then places a gentle little kiss to the tip of my nose.

We part slowly, foreheads still resting against each other.

“What happens now?” I whisper.

“For us…or them?”

“Both.”

“We wait and see.”

Chapter Eleven

In the days that follow, the scandal breaks wide open. News outlets explode with coverage of Zenith’s corruption. Arrests are made, and policies begin to change, favoring transparency and women’s health rights. The drug trials are halted for all of Zenith’s products. The paperwork for all drugs that have passed trials is temporarily restricted until the rightful owners can be reinstated.

We found out that Mia's drug during the trial was actually not the same one they were suppressing. When the information was originally leaked that there was a contraceptive with no side effects, there was one small detail that didn’t make it out with the rumor itself. Mia’s doctor had been paid off to put her in a trial that didn’t exist just as a means to an end. To get to me.

The trials that I was investigating were for a new contraceptive, true, but the one they had been suppressing was for men. With the FDA approval for that drug already completed and no side effects whatsoever, they would have lost millions, if not billions, on the hefty list of women’s contraceptives already on the market. Or so they thought.

They quickly pushed up another drug to take its place, which is why I assume Mia got the appetite suppressant side effect.They skipped weeks of pre-trials and proper documentation requirements. I would never have known as much as I do now if Romello hadn’t allowed me to join in with his covert operation.

The real reason she was in the hospital, though, was still me. They had “slipped a mickey” in her trial pack that was an extremely high dose of estrogen, which caused another blood clot to form in her lung; she nearly died because of me. They were using her as leverage, to get to me. To silence me.

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