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Moaning loudly, she pleaded for him to make her come. Rocking her hips, she felt him stiffen. He moved his fingers between her thighs to flick on her sensitive clit while his lips latched on to her breast and sucked mercilessly on the taut tip. He bit down and pinched at the same time. Tension coiled at the pit of her womb. Her movements became jerky, and his hands tightened around her. He continued to slam her body over him again and again until she tensed. Pleasure exploded, and a scream tore out of her. He gripped her hips tightly, gave a purely male groan of satisfaction, and warm semen filled her womb when he came.

She lay draped limply over him, her head tucked into his neck. He massaged her back in slow circular motions, and she purred in contentment. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her inside.

Belatedly she remembered the open windows and lighted rooms from across the way where the occupants may have seen and heard what was going on. Oh well, now she was an exhibitionist too. She smiled at the thought that Chase had turned her from a geek into a full-blown, sex-starved nymphomaniac.





Chapter Eleven



It was a week later when Sophia walked into Mrs. Winchester’s office for her delayed meeting. In the past, the sweet old lady had been so busy she’d never been able to meet with Sophia at her office. Their meetings always ended up taking place outside the research facility at some restaurant where they would have lunch and catch up.

Since she was never in the lab, this was only the second time she’d visited Mrs. Winchester’s office. The first time had been as new lab head after having gotten the offer to lead the genetics research. Making her way toward the center of the room, she noticed that it was decorated in warm and inviting tones.

Victoria, or Tori as she preferred to be called, was sitting at her desk. She glanced up and smiled softly at Sophia, motioning for her to take a seat. Tori Winchester looked amazing for her age. She was short, slim, and so petite she made Sophia feel like an Amazon at five foot three. Her short silver bob hugged the curve of her neck and was coiffed to total perfection. She wore a forest-green suit that screamed wealth. Tori’s emerald eyes were filled with life. The older woman was alert and sharp as a tack, which had allowed them to have some incredibly intellectual discussions in the past.

“Sophia, it is so good to see you. I was starting to get worried after your message about being sick. Are you feeling better now? Never mind, I can probably answer my own question since you look fabulous.”

Sophia knew she looked more like she’d been on vacation than sick, but that was all thanks to her new genes. Her gaze roamed the credenza behind the older woman. The last time she’d been there, she’d been unable to see the pictures on it clearly. With her poor vision and her need for constant squinting, even while wearing her glasses, the images on the credenza had been blurry. Now that she was able to, her gaze took in everything on the large mantle.

“I feel so much better now. I think I just needed some time off after burning the candle at both ends of the stick. In fact, I—” Her eyes focused on a framed photo of two men and a woman.

There was a dark-skinned, good-looking man, a young woman, and another much uglier man. Her heartbeat slowed to a crawl when she recognized the dark man in the picture as the same one whose throat she’d ripped open.

“Dear, are you all right?” The older woman’s previously warm voice forged itself into sharp steel.

Sophia’s eyes snapped to Tori and then back to the picture.

Tori opened a drawer and reached in, but Sophia was too stunned to notice what she pulled out. Recognizing the second male as the rat-man Chase had torn apart made her eyes widen in shock.

Tori’s expression of a warm, soft, elderly sweetheart slipped to show a hard and bitter face. The edges around her eyes deepened, and her lips compressed into a straight line.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I guess…I’m not feeling as well as I thought. Maybe it’d be best if I came back at another—” Sophia stopped short when she noticed the gun pointed her way.

“No, I don’t think that would be best.” The woman’s no-nonsense voice filled Sophia with dread.

Her hands folded protectively over her belly. She frantically tried to think of a way out of this situation. She couldn’t help but gape at the previously sweet Mrs. Winchester and wondered what the hell was going on.

“I see you noticed the photo of my beautiful Nichola,” she sighed sadly. “She was a beauty, wasn’t she?” The angry question required an answer as Tori’s extremely steady hand held the gun up toward Sophia’s face.

“Yes, she was quite lovely.” Sophia darted another look at the photo, taking better stock of the woman in the middle. The girl in the picture was young, probably a teenager in the shot. She had a wide smile and blonde hair parted in the center with the ’70s trademark feathered waves. The girl was clothed in bell-bottom jeans and resembled Farrah Fawcett in Charlie’s Angels.