“Right,” Priya agreed. “I’ll send in people I trust to keep it quiet.”
“Keep records and send them to my boss, Royce. Having copies of all your data is vital. I can have our tech guy do a background check on Helvetic and the Global Conservancy Initiative,” Crusher said. “I’d like to know who owns them and who’s pulling their strings in case there’s something more nefarious than negligent oversight.”
“That would be great,” Priya said. “You two be careful, and good luck stopping Vasquez.”
After Crusher gave Priya Royce’s contact information, Priya ended the call and Marta drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Crusher pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin below her ear. “That’s a pretty big problem Helvetic could have on their hands if they’re killing people with their clean water solution,” Crusher noted as he touched his lips across her cheek.
“Not as big a problem as the pandemic Vasquez could unleash.” Marta tipped her head back, giving him access to her neck. “How much time do we have?”
“We should get going.” Crusher cupped one of her breasts and bent to nibble on the tip. “We meet Marsh in less than an hour.”
Marta cupped the back of his neck, holding him there for a moment before lifting his chin. “I need to shower before we meet. Care to join me?”
“I’d love to.” Crusher disengaged, rolled out of the bed and scooped Marta up into his arms.
She squealed, completely unprepared for the move. “You don’t have to carry me.”
“Might be the last time I can demonstrate my incredible strength.” As if she weighed nothing, he strode toward the bathroom, entered and set her bottom on the cool counter. Then he turned on the shower and adjusted the water. When he spun to collect her, he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they entered the shower together.
They explored every inch of each other’s bodies and made love against the tile wall. Not until the water cooled did they shut it off and reach for towels.
Crusher dried Marta, moving slowly over her breasts and sex.
Marta returned the favor, pausing at his engorged cock, always amazed at how long, thick and hard he was, already aching for him to take her again.
But time was running out.
Marsh would be in the lobby at eight. She had to be dressed and ready to go with him, hopefully to a lab where she could work on a way to stop the virus from spreading before it got loose on the world.
As she dressed, Crusher interrupted often to kiss her bare skin before she covered it.
A few minutes before eight, she stood with her bag of extra clothes, her heart aching at the thought of leaving Crusher.
He pulled her into his arms and held her. “You’re going to be okay.”
“If not?”
“I’ll find you and make everything okay.”
“Promise?” she whispered.
“Promise,” he answered and kissed her again.
A knock on the door had them stepping away from each other and turning for the exit.
Crusher opened the door to Draco and Phantom.
“Ready?” Draco asked.
Marta wanted to shake her head, close the door and stay with Crusher. Instead, she lifted her chin and nodded. “Ready.”
Draco pulled a handgun out of the waistband of his jeans and handed it to Crusher. “You might need this.”
Crusher inspected it quickly and tucked it beneath the light jacket he’d purchased the day before. He drew in a deep breath and said, “Let’s go.”
Draco took the stairs while Marta, Crusher and Phantom descended in the elevator.
