Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“We’ve tried to. They’re covering their tracks well. As you’d expect.” I’m not sure how hard we’ve tried. Efa’s right—we’ve been focused on making sure they don’t get through. We’ve been building higher walls rather than trying to find who’s slamming into them with a virtual battering ram. I’ve been more about keeping a low profile than really trying to turn the tables and figure out who’s behind the attacks.
She sighs and drops a kiss at the corner of my mouth. “Let me try, will you? I want to see if I can figure out where the attacks are coming from.”
I chuckle. “You think you can outsmart the brightest brains in the business?”
She shrugs. “Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just offer a different perspective. See something new because I’m an outsider.”
Thankfully I don’t have to tell her no, because my phone pings behind Efa on the dining table. I grab it in case it’s important.
It’s just Leo.
“Fuck,” I say, and Efa stops pressing kisses against my jaw and pulls back.
“Leo,” I say. “He wants his new girlfriend to come to our Monday night thing.”
“Monday? I’ve forgotten what day it is.”
“It’s Friday. We leave tomorrow.”
“And Monday is No Girls Allowed?” she asks.
“It’s not that. It’s just, this girl came out of nowhere. Last I heard, he’d seen her a few nights running. Now he has a girlfriend? Leo never falls like this. I don’t know. There’s something off about it.”
“Sounds terrible,” Efa says, trailing a finger down my chest and finding the button of my jeans. “But maybe she’s just what Leo needs.” She takes my hand and places it under her skirt, between her legs. Our eyes lock as my fingers touch bare flesh.
She’s not wearing panties.
What am I worrying about Leo for? I have a hot, half-naked woman in my lap.
My fingers press into her folds, and she gasps like it’s the first time she’s ever felt me there. “I can’t get enough of you,” I say on a groan as she unzips my jeans and pulls out my cock.
I’m already hard.
Already ready for her.
I’m always ready.
For more.
“Tell Leo you’re going to bring me on Monday night,” she says breathlessly as I circle her clit with my thumb. “I can chat to the girlfriend while you get to have alone time with the boys. See if I pick up bad vibes.”
“Yes,” I grunt. I don’t know what I’m saying yes to. The way her hand grips my cock? Her inviting herself Monday night?
All of it.
All of her.
TWENTY
Efa
There aren’t many places I don’t bring my laptop, but meeting Bennett’s friends should be one of them. Instead, I’ve slipped my computer into my tote like I’m heading to the library to work on some code.
After hassling Bennett to put me in touch with his head of security as soon as we got back from the Catskills a couple of days ago, I’ve been rooting around, trying to find patterns in the security breaches. Trying to put the information together so it makes sense. I’ve been trying to figure stuff out.
Luckily for me, Bennett has been stuck working since we got back—his penance for a midweek break, he said. I’ve gotten some time alone, which has meant I can work as well. If Bennett had been here, I’m sure I would have been naked all day.
My body’s grateful for the break. Every part of me is tender, but I can’t ever say no to Bennett. I don’t want to.
“You okay?” He squeezes my hand as we head up the steps of the brownstone.
“Yes. Should I not be?” I grin at him.
“You don’t need to be nervous.”
I laugh. “I’m not. If these guys are your friends, I’m sure they’ll be welcoming and charming. I’m going to love them.”
He knocks on the door. “You’re not concerned that they might not like you?”
“Should I be? Of course they’ll like me. Americans always like the British.”
“Tell that to seventeen seventy-six.”
I laugh and he grins at me—not because he’s amused by his own joke, but because he’s happy he made me laugh. My joy brings him happiness and that gives me a sense of peace that I’ve never known before.
I met him just a few weeks ago, but I understand Bennett on a level I never expected. And he gets me like we’ve always been meant to be together—it’s just taken a little while to find each other.
“You brought your laptop?” he says, peering into my tote.
I shrug, trying to act like it’s no big deal. The fact is, I’m really hoping to have a chance to do a bit of investigating into Bennett’s cyber stalker-slash-hacker. Surprisingly for a man with Bennett’s power and responsibility, he’s really good at ignoring his phone when we’re together. I’m willing to bet he’s the same with his friends. It’s just a hunch, but Bennett not looking at his phone for a period of time each week would be a good opportunity for a malware attack on Fort through Bennett’s phone. Malware attacks can slow up a phone, so Bennett would know something was up if there was an attack while he was active on his device.