Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I’ve got three cars with me, each one bulletproof, but this is the risky bit. The Russian mob hasn’t tried anything violent yet, but it doesn’t mean they won’t. A bulletproof vest would’ve ruined that smoking-hot dress.
My teeth clench as I feast on her thighs, clad in black tights, curvy calves, and short heels. She’s kept her hair bouncy and curly around her shoulders, and as she gets closer, I see she’s not wearing any makeup. I’m relieved. She looks so naturally beautiful.
When Christopher opens the door for her, her scent drifts in, the perfume I left for her mixing with her natural aroma. She smiles and slips into the car, and I immediately slip my arm around her.
“Oh, hey,” she says, breathy and vivacious as she stares at me.
I smirk. “Hey…”
The car pulls out as we kiss, instantly absorbed in it. I hope she can feel how sorry I am in the movement of my lips, the passion in my tongue, and my hand gently cradling her hip. I have to be gentle. No beast mode. She deserves a proper date.
“I couldn’t sleep last night,” I tell her.
“Me neither.”
It feels so couple-like when she wraps her hands around my arm, snuggling close.
“Let me guess. You were programming.”
She laughs. “Guilty.”
“What were you working on?”
“It’s nothing.”
“I want to hear.”
“You inspired me, so I’ve focused on cybersecurity for a few years. Last night, I was working on a script that enhances trojan-horse detection. It’s not my code.”
“But you’re honing your skills.”
“Yeah, that’s a good way to think about it.”
I lean down and kiss the top of her head. I feel a shimmer of warmth inside me, melting away the ice that formed when I found him—my dad. I didn’t tell Jane that part.
“Do you write your own code?”
“Hmm.” I feel her nod against my arm. “I’ve written a few things in the cybersecurity space, just little projects, nothing major.”
“Keep working,” I tell her. “You’re young. When did you start?”
When I call her young, my balls get tight, my shaft tingling like it could get hard any second. I can still taste that hot pussy on my lips. My tip teases at the thought of pushing into her virgin slit, but she’s talking. She deserves my attention.
“When I was twelve,” she says. “Around there. Computer class made sense. The rest of school didn’t. The rest of life didn’t.”
“I get that,” I reply. “The world’s a confusing place as a kid, but you always think it’ll start to make sense soon.”
“And it never does.”
“Nope.”
“Even for you?” she asks softly.
I grin, laughing, playing it off as casual flirting, but it’s true. “Lots of things have started to make sense since I met you.”
She laughs too, but I’m sure I hear some real desire there.
“But seriously?” she says.
I was being serious, but I can’t tell her that. Not yet.
“I was a small kid. Bullied a lot. Half the time I worked on my dad’s computers, I had a black eye, cut, or something like that.”
“That’s awful.”
I shrug. “It is what it is. After Dad… after I found him…”
She gasps. “You found him?”
“Yeah.” The ice around my heart cracks a little more. “After that, I came out here to live with my mom. She had her problems, but she was a decent woman. One of her boyfriends was a martial arts instructor. I joined his gym. I started to grow. I didn’t get any more problems after that, but computers were something I could always rely on.”
I didn’t plan on saying all of that, but Jane listens to me patiently.
“I’m so sorry about your dad, Luke.”
“It’s fine,” I say gruffly.
“Look at me, please.”
I stare into my woman’s eyes. She takes my face in her hands. “No kid deserves to go through that.”
“Thank you,” I say, my voice husky as the city drifts behind her.
“Where’s your mom now?”
“In Malta with her husband. She got clean, found a man… They’ve got a good life there. What about you? Where are your parents?”
“Oh, uh, around.” She lets go of my arm, looking out the window, shifty as hell. “Actually, I wanted to tell you something.”
“Okay…”
She was the one who said she didn’t want things to be hot and cold, but here she is, suddenly completely frozen. Something about her parents. There’s agony there, but she’s hiding it, or am I misreading her?
“I don’t want to give you the wrong impression,” she says. “It’s a jerk move, telling you this now, but I promised myself I’d be upfront.”
I wait, and she goes on, staring out the window, not looking at me once.
“Yesterday, I told you I had a crush, but that was a lie. I don’t know. I was trying to justify why I tried to run. The truth is, sometimes, I feel trapped. I can’t explain it—trapped and like I need to get away, disappear into lines of code, or just run, but there is no crush, okay?”