Marta pushed all fear of what lay ahead in the handoff to the back of her mind and gave herself up to the rush of sensations winging through her body.
Crusher kissed, licked and nipped his way across her body, from one breast to the other, one rib to the next, working his way ever downward to the core of her desire, already slick and ready for him.
He draped her legs over his shoulders. By the time he parted her folds and touched his tongue to her clit, she was halfway there. Her hips rose with every flick, the tension building fast, responding to his magic until she shot over the edge, sensations ricocheting across her nerves from where he touched her out to the very tips of her fingers. Her breath caught and held as she rode her orgasm to the last wave of erotic sensations. When she collapsed back against the mattress, she wasn’t done. “Not enough,” she breathed.
“No?” Crusher chuckled. “Getting greedy for more of the same?”
“No.” Marta slid her legs off his shoulders and reached down for him. “I want you.”
Crusher climbed up her body, pressed a kiss to her lips, reached for the condom and tore it open.
Marta took it from him and quickly rolled it over his cock, loving how hard, yet velvety it was, and that she’d brought him to this. Then she guided him to her entrance and looked up into his eyes as he plunged in.
“This is what I want.”
He rode her hard and fast.
Marta responded in kind, lifting her hips, giving all to him, taking him as deeply as she could. When he came, she came with him, that same eruption of sparks igniting her entire body.
They fell back to earth and the mattress, breathing hard, coated in a sheen of perspiration and lay in each other’s arms for a few precious moments.
Marta could have stayed there indefinitely and forget about finding a way to stop the spread of a deadly virus.
“You don’t have to go with Marsh,” Crusher said. “If you want, I can help you disappear so that Vasquez and the State Department never bother you again.”
Marta wanted so badly to say yes, take me away. Her head shook as of its own accord. “I can’t run away and do nothing to stop what Vasquez has planned. I don’t think he realizes the extent to which this virus can spread and how quickly it can devastate the population of this planet.”
“You care.” Crusher nodded. “It’s part of who you are.”
She cupped his cheek and stared into his eyes. “Thank you for coming to my rescue in so many more ways than you can imagine.”
“You’re an amazing, beautiful and intelligent woman, Marta.” He pressed a kiss to her lips and then leaned his forehead against hers for a long moment before he leaned back, a frown creasing his forehead. “I wish?—”
Crusher’s cell phone chirped, interrupting his words. He reached for it and answered gruffly, “Crusher.” His frown deepened. “Who—? Oh, yes. Marta’s with me.” Crusher’s gaze met Marta’s. “Wait. Let me put you on speaker.” He touched a button and held the phone between himself and Marta. “It’s your friend Priya.”
Marta blinked. “Priya?”
“Yes, it’s me,” Priya’s voice came across. “I’m sorry to call so early, but I found a common denominator in the three areas reporting deaths and thought you might like to know. I didn’t realize the time until after I’d dialed Crusher, since I couldn’t call you directly. I can give you the information later, if you prefer.”
“No.” Marta sat up, pulling the sheet over her breasts. “I’d like to hear what you found.”
Crusher reached out with his empty hand to tug the sheet down, exposing her breasts again.
Marta’s cheeks heated as she tried to focus on Priya’s revelation, wondering what her friend would think if she could see their state of undress.
“The deaths in the areas of northern Uganda, rural Bangladesh and northern Paraguay are not random. All three are active sites of a clean water initiative funded jointly by Helvetic BioSolutions and a philanthropic organization called Global Conservancy Initiative. Not that it helps you with what you’re working on, but I knew you’d want to know.”
Marta nodded. “Thank you. I do want to know. When my situation is resolved, I’d love to work with you to find out what’s going on.”
“I suspect it’s more of a contaminated supply chain issue. Maybe corporate negligence, not intentional,” Priya said. “I’ll start digging into Helvetic BioSolutions and see if I can get some answers.”
“Good. Maybe they can chase down the contamination from their end.” Marta frowned. “On second thought, you might have to get WHO agents out to the sites for water testing before you question Helvetic, in case they get spooked and try to cover it up. It could cause them to lose contracts and impact their bottom line and investor dividends.”
Crusher cleared his throat. “Have them go in to collect those samples on the downlow. If Helvetic has agents on the ground to make sure their product does the job, they might also want to keep anyone from proving differently.”
“You think they might harm the testing team?” Priya asked.
“Big corporations go to great lengths to keep their stockholders happy,” Crusher said. “It doesn’t hurt to be careful.”
