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He sinks into me again, and the new angle,fuck, it’s deeper than ever. “OhGod…” I shake, my eyes practically rolling back in bliss as he buries his cock all the way to the hilt.

Saint groans with pleasure as I flex. “Christ, baby…” he curses, braced there above me with his dark hair in a mess and his handsome face a picture of wild pleasure. “This pussy’s going to ruin me,” he swears, panting. “Every day, every fucking night, all I need in the world is to be buried right here.”

“Good.”

I arch back, sounding a wild moan as he pins me down and fucks me senseless, so deep I lose track of where he ends and I begin; there’s nothing but heat, and friction, and fuck, the incredible weight of him, pressing me into the couch, making my body quake. We’re in this together, our bodies in perfect communication. Every thrust, every gasp, we don’t even need words, we’re past them now, careening towards the edge of release. Saint bites down on my shoulder, and I rake my nails down his back, demanding, as his body drives me higher, and the world melts away.

Nothing matters but us, right here.Together. And when my climax hits me, it takes him over the edge too, both of our voices echoing in pleasure as the release slams through us like a supernova, like the end of the world and the beginning, all in one.

Oh. My. God.

“Christ, woman,” Saint sounds an exhausted chuckle, lifting his head from the floor. “I thought we agreed to keep my blood pressure down?”

“I thought we agreed, that wouldn’t be much fun?” I retort, exhausted but grinning ear-to-ear. Somehow, we’re sprawled on the antique rug. The room is in shambles around us.

And I feelincredible.

“Breaking and entering, corporate theft, fucking my brains out…” Saint pulls me into his arms, and we lay there together, gasping for air. “I don’t know which one is going to be the death of me first.”

“Definitely the fucking.” I turn to kiss him, sweaty and glowing with pleasure. “Because those other things were one-offs, but we’ve got the rest of our lives to kill each other with sex.”

“Is that so?” Saint arches an eyebrow at me, playful, and I wonder if I’ve said too much. Talking about the future like that when I only just moved in?

When we’re still in the middle of a massive conspiracy, with danger looming at every turn…

But he just smiles at me, and drops a tender kiss on my lips, before collapsing back to the floor again. “Five minutes,” he says, stretching out. “No, make it ten. Ten minutes, and a little snack, and we can put that theory of yours to the test.”

“Or….” I pause. We promised not to look at the stolen Ashford info until we were together with Wren again, but I can’t help feeling an itch of curiosity. What is it that we just risked everything to find? “Or… We could check the drive.”

There’s a beat, and then Saint is on his feet. “You get my laptop, I’ll get the connectors,” he says, not even pausing to pull on his briefs before disappearing down the hall.

I laugh, my body still humming with victory—and pleasure. We did it. We pulled off the heist and secured the proof that’s going to change everything.

I scramble up, finally discarding my dress in favor of a blanket, and discovering a massive rip down the side. I smile, collecting the drive, and a bottle of water, before I meet Saint back in the living room.

“You owe me another dress,” I tease him, as he connects the drive, and taps a few buttons to access it. “You ruined this one.”

“Well, you ruined me for all other women,” Saint replies with a smirk, pulling me down beside him. “So we’re even.”

My heart beats a little faster, as I watch him open the downloaded folders. “Which one do you think it is?”

“Only one way to find out,” Saint says, sharing my excited smile. “We should check them all.”

He clicks on the first file and opens it. But instead of a regular spreadsheet, the screen is covered in gibberish: just random letters and symbols, no matter how far he scrolls.

“What is that?” I ask, confused. He clicks out of the file and tries another. And another. But no matter what file we try to open, the result is the same stream of nonsense.

Saint curses, and I feel a wave of disappointment. “Did we copy the wrong thing?” I ask, my heart falling. We nearly risked discovery, sneaking into Ashford like that, and now we’re still empty-handed?

Saint shakes his head, looking grim. “We got the files, but we can’t read them. The whole drive is encrypted. And we don’t have the key.”

Chapter14

Tessa

“Well… It looks like you had a big night,” Wren notes, when we rendezvous at Sebastian’s home the next morning.

“What? Why?” I blurt, flushing. I shoot a look at Saint as we enter the house.

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