White crisp sheets covered her curves. Mary Jane grinned as Wulf reached beneath the linen to grab the meat of her thigh. Their bodies were warm, naked, and couldn’t be any closer.

“Someone’s awake,” she said before locking her calf around his leg to hoist herself up onto his thick waist. Her finger dawdled over taut, flawless skin.

“What are you doing, MJ?”

“Wondering how hot you’d look with my name tattooed on your chest.”

His growl was sexy. “I meant, what are you doing awake? You woke before me.”

“Did I? Maybe I sleep-walked—ahem—sleep-crawled down the bed while dreaming of tasting you.” She arched an eyebrow and glanced down at his thick shaft. “Then Detective Wulf woke.”

“Nope, not going to happen.”

“What?”

“You referring to my dick as Detective Wulf. I hate that shit.”

“All right, officer. As I said, I dreamt of tasting you. Obviously, I was asleep. Then I was stabbed in the eye by ‘you know what.’ So ‘you know what’ woke me up.”

A hard laugh rolled through him.

“You are beautiful. Crazy beautiful,” Wulf said, cupping her face before he tasted her mouth.

“What does that make you?”

He shook his head. She always had the last word. Her almond-shaped eyes brightened when Wulf flipped her above his steel girth, pressing their bodies together, chest to chest. Her hair draped over them, tickling at his biceps. “That makes me a lucky man.”

“No. Not lucky; it makes you crazy for rolling with me.”

This time his mouth dominated hers, the silly grin on her lips disappeared. A hunger took over as her strong limbs tangled with his larger, denser ones. Wulf growled and clasped her neck, holding steady, while giving her a hard kiss as Mary Jane began to pull away. Her tongue coiled with his once more before her lips pressed a bruising kiss against his. Next, she made her way down his thick frame.

A sigh of pleasure hummed down her throat when she wrapped her lips around his manhood. Mary Jane started off slowly, savoring the taste of him. Loving the feel of the rippled veins in his powerful flesh, each one of which she took great pleasure in and knew by memory.

“MJ.” His deep voice coaxed her movements to quicken. He gripped her ponytail and pulled.

Mary Jane grinned, lips flush against the head of his cock. She climbed back up and positioned herself just above his groin. As wet as she was, Mary Jane arched her hips and easily slid down onto his length. With the taste of his cock still on her lips, Mary Jane grinded down onto him.

Swoosh. Her ponytail slapped against her cheek as Wulf dominated the bed. Now, his heavy muscles were above her. In one fluid motion, her thighs were around his waist. His mouth slammed a moan back into her throat as he kissed and made love to her.

Her hands glided across his warm skin, to rest at his butt cheeks. It was an attempt to speed him up. But Wulf was meticulous at cherishing her.

“Wulf,” she’d said until her throat was too tired. Her lungs were about to cave in. Each stroke of his cock caressed her swollen, sensitive sweetness until they shattered into each other’s arms.

They lay there—her holding him in position, while he bore his weight on his forearms so he wouldn’t suffocate her. Mary Jane wouldn’t let him go. This was her habit. Wulf could be nurturing and concerned for her in or out of the bed, but only at this point was Mary Jane at her most vulnerable. Her lungs couldn’t catch a steady rhythm with his body crushing her. Wulf planted most of his weight on his forearms, but she still refused to let go.

Her eyes closed. Their hearts slammed against each other, chest to chest. And then Mary Jane let go.

Wulf sighed heavily, his body rested next to hers.

A lazy grin tugged at the edges of her mouth. “So, are you going to read the newspaper this morning?”

“Did that kid come by already?”

“Oh, I hear a slight intonation when you say ‘kid.’ Are you jealous of my little boyfriend?” She grinned. Mary Jane paid ten-year-old Tito to bring newspapers in the morning.

“I’m the one who says ‘slight intonation,’ not you,” Wulf corrected. “When I offer to take you deep sea snorkeling, for example.”

She giggled. When it came to adventure, Mary Jane thought she’d be the outrageously fun one, but Wulf wanted to do all the barbaric slap-your-fists-against-your-chest stuff. She wanted simplicity. And they truly had it. Except for when it came to the news. Every morning, Tito came by with papers from the New York and Los Angeles Times. Wulf searched through each one religiously. He expected the Feds to drop some sort of information on Beasley and Peter’s dealings while Mary Jane had always been a skeptic. If those psychos were featured in an article, they’d make headlines even on the local news in a different country.

Wulf kissed the top of her head. “I’ll read the paper later. But my offer to go deep sea snorkeling still stands.”

She chortled. “You have better luck reading the paper and seeing the media outcry about brainwashing. Oh, but those Fed-fucks are covering up everything.”

“Juarez and Robertson are probably not on the case anymore. North Korea would nuke us if they knew the States was aware of a program that frazzled people’s brains,” he said, giving her another forehead kiss.

“Well, it’s a good reason we didn’t stick around.”

“Something tells me that even if the Feds were transparent, you’d still prefer the incognito lifestyle. Remember what you did to my socks and cell phone over one measly call?”

“I’m very sorry about your socks. Clean socks are near and dear to my heart, but you cut me deep.” She chuckled. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she felt sad for Hurricane, Sugarland, Diamond, and all of the women who’d died. They were just victims of a psychotic scientific experiment meant to exploit humans for money. She even thought about how the other survivors had meshed back into society. Mary Jane wondered if that was a trait from Mallory or just residuals of her wonky brain believing she was secret agent, Anya Randolph. You can’t save everyone, MJ. Not with this scenario. She took a deep breath and counted on the perfect life she’d made with Dylan Wulf.