Free The Superfox by Ava Lovelace Page A

around the edges. Her peaches and cream skin was flushed, her dark lashes swept down and her hair beautifully mussed. There wasn't a single picture of anything but her face, even though she knew what he had been doing, all along, and how very much he could've captured with his camera.
    When he'd said he wanted to see her bared wide, he hadn't meant her legs at all.
    He'd meant her soul, and he'd damned well captured it.
    After the images was a video titled “Wonderfuller”, and she smiled a little as she clicked it and wiped away a tear of relief.
    Even if he'd been trying to sell those photos, no one would've paid for them unless their sole care was her pleasure and joy.
    Mark really was Thor.
    With a dash of Captain America thrown in.
    After about thirty seconds of watching the video, she began to realize the dastardly danger of going commando. Pausing it and shifting around to squash down the blooming desire in her jeans, she swallowed hard and realized that she knew exactly how to get her revenge.
    But she was going to need Mark's help.
    ***
    “Are you sure you want to do this, Lissa?”
    Melissa dragged a finger down Mark's lips, along his throat, and ended by poking him in the chest. “Shut your pie hole and open the door, Jarvis.”
    Mark shrugged and grinned at her. “Your system of morals is strangely flexible, Wonder Woman.” He turned the latch and held the door open for her.
    Lissa smirked. “If you're a mix of Loki and Thor, I'm more like Wonder Woman and Tony Stark. And right now, I'm feeling more Stark.”
    The office was dark, but Lissa knew her way to the green lamp on the desk. She flicked it on and ran a fingertip through the granola crumbs on the keyboard.
    Mark inclined his head toward a small safe on top of a file cabinet. “That's where he keeps the pistol. Dr. Horne has no idea. It's supposed to be just for petty cash.”
    Sitting in the big, cushy chair and leaning back, Lissa kicked her bare feet up on the heavy desk's blotter. “I told Dr. Horne that Dennihy was a dishonest bastard, but he wouldn't fire him. Just gave him a slap on the wrist and a bad review. Found out later Dennihy is his brother-in-law, and his salary is what keeps their family afloat. Dr. Horne apologized, and I've never had to interact with the slimeball again, but it's never sat right, that he could blatantly break the HR rules and just ooze his way out of it.”
    “Business is a bitch, and anybody who's met him knows Dennihy's a dick. I guess that's why I was glad to take his money. I had no idea he'd done that to you, or I would've slammed the door in his face. But enough about him.” Mark came up behind her and put his hands on the headrest of the chair, pushing it down so that she was looking up at him, practically on her back. “If you're serious about this... give me some sugar, baby.”
    Lissa grinned and grabbed his face, kissing him upside down while splayed out in her enemy's throne. It started out sweet, a reintroduction, but quickly grew in heat and urgency. Lissa let go of Mark and broke the kiss, mainly because from upside down, she couldn't touch him or pull him close.
    “That was like kissing Spider Man mixed with Ash,” she said, breathless.
    “I contain multitudes. Of superheroes.”
    Mark let go of the chair, and it bounced back up, leaving Lissa lightheaded and upright. She stood and spun, putting her butt on the blotter and kicking the chair out of the way.
    “I'm down with multiples. Bring me your boomstick.”
    Mark stepped up, matching his hips to hers. “I'll ask again: you sure you want to do this?”
    Lissa grinned. “Why the hell not? Revenge is a dish best served cold and splattered with bodily fluids. And that video was hot.”
    As she looked up at him, her heart pounding in anticipation, she couldn't help remembering what she'd watched of the video of them, together. It had been sweet and pretty and... revealing. In the way he'd watched her, smiled at her, gently moved her,