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"Marcus, I can't—" My words are cut off by a scream as I come undone, my body convulsing around him as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm.

"Come on, baby," Marcus growls, his breath hot against my ear. "Ride me."

He pulls out of me and sits down in my office chair, his cock still hard and glistening with my wetness. My legs are trembling, but I climb onto his lap, positioning myself over him. As I lower myself onto his length, the sensation is so intense that I moan so loud it’s nearly a scream.

"Jesus, Lia," he groans, gripping my hips to guide me as I ride him. "You feel so fucking good."

"Fuck, Marcus," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I bounce up and down on his cock.

"Give it to me, baby," he urges, his eyes locked onto mine. "I want to cum inside you."

"Take it," I hiss, grinding down onto him harder and faster. "Fill my pussy, Marcus. Cum inside me."

"Fuck!" he cries out, his body tensing beneath me as he erupts inside me. His hot cum fills me, and I revel in the sensation of him claiming me like this.

"Marcus," I whisper, my lips finding his in the aftermath of our fucking. I hold him in a gentle embrace. Our kisses are tender now, a stark contrast to the desperate hunger that had driven us before. The taste of him is intoxicating, and I deepen the kiss, my tongue dancing with his as we explore each other's mouths, as we taste each other on the other’s lips, the other’s tongue.

"God, Lia," he murmurs against my lips, his hands gently stroking my back, sending shivers down my spine. "You have no idea what you do to me."

I pull back slightly, looking into his piercing green eyes that seem to see straight into my soul. "Show me then," I challenge, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

“Was this not enough? Don’t tempt me, Lia, not unless you want to do some explaining to your bosses when they come in the morning and find us still fucking.”

Marcus grins and pulls me closer, our bodies melting together as we embrace.

His muscular arms wrap around me, hold me, tender.

We lie there for a while, enjoying the warmth of each other's touch, the intimacy of our connection. It's strange; in this moment, it feels like Marcus is more than just an enemy— he's someone who understands me, who sees me for who I truly am.

"Marcus," I say softly, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled between us. "About Eileen... I'll look into it. I'll see if anyone at the company was involved in hurting her."

"Thank you, Lia," he replies, his voice heavy with gratitude. "That means a lot to me."

Then the reality of the situation seeps in; I've not only crossed a line in sleeping with the enemy, but I'm also about to betray the company I work for. A sense of dread pools in my stomach, threatening to overwhelm me.

What if they find out? What will they do to me if they discover that I'm working against them? If my company is truly responsible for poisoning Eileen, what will they do to me if they discover my betrayal? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I cling to Marcus even tighter, seeking solace in his warmth.

What have I gotten myself into?

Chapter Fifteen

Amelia

Days later, I sit at my desk, my mind spinning like a top from the relentless pressures of life: Marcus' intense green eyes demanding answers I don't have, the protest that seems to have overtaken so much of this town, and my boss, Brian Russell, breathing down my neck with his ever-present demands for more progress.

There has to be more toMar y Tierrathan meets the eye.

Occasionally,no, often, my mind drifts back to the other night. Here. With Marcus taking me right over my desk, and me riding him in the very chair I’m sitting in. My cheeks get hot and I force myself to focus on the problem at hand: whatever is going on behind the scenes atMar y Tierra.

"Maybe Marcus is right," I think to myself, a shudder running through me. I can't shake the feeling that there are sinister forces at play here, hiding in plain sight. "Maybe there really is something here I need to investigate.”

Just saying those words makes my heart race.

Some investigator I’ll be, if even talking about investigating makes meabout to havea heart attack.

As I try to calm my nerves, I think about where I’m most likely to find the information I need to see everything that’s going on withMar y Tierraand I recall Brian Russell's office, where every minute detail about the project is stored; he has a highly secure computer system, and accessing it without permission would be both illegal and grounds for immediate dismissal.

Fun.

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