Free Obession by Design by Ravenna Tate Page A

noting one similarity between the two jobs she did for
Ace, we might have spun our wheels for years yet before realizing the
connection.”
    “What
are you doing about these names? There are ways to track them, aren’t there?”
    “We
have people working on that, but they change their identities a lot and also
use each other’s names to try to mask their online movements. It’s more
complicated than we ever believed possible. In the case of people like Rob
Marin, once he discovered we were on to him, he likely abandoned the username
and has another one by now.”
    “So
this is why you need a central database. Not only to share names you’re each
finding, but to look for other patterns or similarities.”
    “Exactly.” His eyes gleamed with
excitement, and goosebumps broke out along her arms. This seemed so simple to
her, but based on what she knew about masking IP addresses and even masking all
the way down to individual routers or machines, she suddenly understood what
they were up against.
    The
people who had done this were good. Too good. They’d hidden it all these years. Emmett and the
other Weathermen were among the wealthiest people in the country right now.
They had access to unlimited resources and money to dig as deep as they needed,
and in six years they hadn’t been able to track down the hackers or take back
control of The Madeline Project.
    What
she was doing for Emmett was nothing more than a blip on the radar, but at
least she could do something . Because
the people who had tried to hack into the program and instead sent it off on a
course of destruction had killed her husband, her daughter, her family, and
Keith’s family as surely as if they’d pulled the triggers and shot them each
point blank, one by one. Now that she understood there was a possibility of
finding them and stopping them, she wouldn’t rest until it was accomplished.
    She
and Emmett worked side by side for another hour, and then he closed his machine
and placed it on a table across the room. She closed hers, too, and he took it
from her. When he crawled back into bed, he pushed her onto her back and
climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply. She melted into his embrace, already
familiar with the feel of his body on hers.
    He
was covered with tats on his arms and torso, and his muscles were impressive.
He must work out every single day. But it wasn’t only his physical appearance
that held her spellbound. It was the magnetic energy emanating from him, as if
he could seed those clouds on his own and control the weather in the same way
The Madeline Project now did.
    A
thought occurred to her about how the program worked to control weather, but
she shoved it aside as his mouth moved to her breasts, suckling them and gently
biting them. She writhed against him, moaning, grasping his soft hair in her
hands. Shivers ran up and down her spine as he traced his tongue between her
legs once more. “I can’t possibly taste fresh right now,” she said.
    Emmett
raised his head and gave her a droll look. “I like the way you taste. All warm and funky. I know you’ve been thoroughly fucked and
are ready for me again, and that excites the hell out of me.”
    She
bit her lip as he returned to licking her pussy, slowly, torturing her with
long strokes. She was going to come again before he got inside her at this
rate. He didn’t make her wait long. Sitting back on his heels and grinning down
at her, he slipped his dick into her pussy and fucked her lazily. Each thrust
sent delicious sensations deep inside her, and soon she was whimpering and
begging him to keep going.
    “I
won’t stop until you come, sweetheart. I love to watch you do that.”
    That’s
all it took. The orgasm started slow but deep, and as Emmett’s thrusting grew
more urgent and hard, the contractions radiated out to her entire body until
she was nothing but a quivering mass, totally at his mercy.
    When
he came, he cried out loudly, and then fell over her, kissing her