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“Alright. If we find anything, get it to Riley and the others to check on. She might suspect that Marilisa is one of the geniuses on the loose. She could have also been behind taking these kids and placing them in the CIA schools. Even if she’s not related to her, she makes me fucking nervous with all her talk about using these people,” said Luke.

“We need to formulate a plan to begin discrediting her comments and presentation. I’m guessing some of our enemies were listening very carefully. She may have just put out a target on everyone’s back,” frowned Cam.

“We keep everyone here. Make sure that they slow up on the DOD project. Have Ryan or Paige call and let them know there was a setback and the data is proving there’s something wrong or some other bullshit,” said Hex. “If we don’t stop this woman, every person on this property will be at risk.” Eric nodded at his fellow leaders.

“When are we not?”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Marilisa kicked off her shoes at the front door and walked back to the bedroom. She stripped off her work clothes and stepped into the shower. Although her work wasn’t ‘dirty work,’ it was still in an environment where she touched and worked with things that could transfer to her clothing or skin.

“Marilisa!” called Saint.

“In the shower,” she called back.

“Oh. I’ll wait out here,” he said from the door.

“Or you could join me,” she said hopefully. She didn’t hear anything at first, then a rustling sound and the door slowly opened. Saint stood in front of her, completely naked.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid. I’m in awe of your beauty,” she said sincerely. He smiled at her. “You’re like a chiseled Roman god. How did you get to look like that?”

Saint walked slowly toward the shower and stepped in beside her. She was so very tiny next to his massive body.

“We all work hard to maintain our physical fitness. We run, lift weights, stretch, even participate in yoga and Pilates. It all helps. Some of us have even started doing meditation. Times have changed, and we’re keeping up.”

“It shows,” she smiled. “I’ve never seen a man that looks like you.”

“Have you ever seen a naked man?”

“Yes. I mean, in photos and, well, just peeking.”

“Peeking?” he laughed. “Were you spying on me?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m so flattered and hot right now,” he said in a throaty, raspy growl.

She looked down the length of his body, his cock so hard it was purple and red, the veins painfully throbbing. She reached for him, touching the sizzling flesh, stroking him.

“You’re so warm, your flesh, it’s so warm. And thick. And long.” He smiled down at her.

“We’ll go slow, baby. When you’re ready.”

“I’ve been ready, Saint. I’ve been trying to tell you I’m ready. Stop making me wait.” He nodded, kneeling before her as the heat from the shower pelted the back of his neck. Gripping one thigh, he curled her leg over his shoulder and began to explore. First, just a finger, then two, then three. She gasped as he invaded further and further into her body.

“It’s so fucking hot that I’m going to be your one and only.”

“I-it was meant to be this way,” she panted. “Saint!” As she exhaled, delighted in her euphoria, he lifted her body, wrapping her legs around his waist. He’d tried to have sex with other women this way, in the shower, but even with his strength, most were too heavy or awkward. This woman was perfection. The tip of his cock touched her, and she opened her eyes wide.

“Slow. I move slowly. It’s going to kill me, but I’ll manage,” he grinned.

“Please don’t go slow. I need this as much as you do.”

“I seriously doubt that,” he chuckled. “No condom?”

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