Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
He reads my desire to scream, smirking as he slips his hand over my mouth, muffling my moans, and holds it there. I gasp and fall against him, bucking against his hand, chasing the pleasure.
When the orgasm hits me, it feels unreal, like I’m floating, my body warm and languid. I stare into the mirror, into his burning eyes. That’s somehow sweeter than the physical feeling of him touching me. I never dreamed my real-life silver fox would look at me like this, full of desire and need.
“Excuse me?” A voice comes from beyond the changing room.
Luke smiles, holding back a laugh. As the last tickles of the orgasm tease me, I give him an urgent look.
“Whoever’s in there, I suggest you’re gone when I come back,” the staff member says. “I’ll give you a minute.”
I put my hand over my mouth, then let it drop as shock grips me. “Oh my God,” I whisper. “I can’t believe we did that.”
He chuckles. “You better get changed, beautiful.”
“Do you think we’re in trouble?”
“If I was willing to let anyone else see you in this – which, for the record, I’m not – they’d have no choice but to understand.”
“You better get out of here, at least,” I say. “She can’t get mad at me for being in here alone.”
“Good point…” But his hand glides across my body, caressing my skin.
I turn, shoving him in the chest, grinning up at him. “Seriously, Luke. You’re going to get us in trouble.”
He smiles toothily. “We’re already in trouble, Sparkplug.”
He slips out of the changing room, leaving me to ponder his words. We’re already in trouble… I know what he’s talking about: the magnetism drawing us together, the desire that won’t quit.
After getting changed, we leave the store together. A staff member gives us a knowing look, but she’s got a smile on her face even as she tries to look stern. Outside the store, Luke sighs, his demeanor changing as he checks his phone.
“Time for more work?” I ask.
“Yep,” he replies. “And it’s mind-numbing work.”
“What are you doing? Searching the code? All of it?”
He looks at me bleakly. “I can hear in your voice. You know how hopeless that is.”
“But you need to find the sabotage,” I tell him. “It’s crazy, because your products are usually so slick. Especially with self-driving. You’ve done more in that department than all other companies. In fact, you’ve made them look like amateurs.”
He kisses me gently on the forehead. “That means a lot,” he says gently. “This new venture into AI was supposed to improve on all that. Hell, it improved on all that. But now, right when I need it to work the most, it’s failed me.”
I lay my hand gently against his chest. “I’m sorry. Can I help? I’ve got nothing to do this evening, anyway… except sit around and think about a certain silver fox.”
He leans down, his lips hovering over mine. “Are you sure thinking is all you’ll be doing?” He kisses me long and deep, then pauses for a moment before he goes on, “You could help.”
“Why do you say that like you’re not sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“What is it, Luke?”
“You work for TechGuard,” he says.
“Do you think we were involved in the sabotage?”
“I know you wouldn't do something like that.”
“Nobody on my team would, either,” I snap. “It’s a small team, and I know every member. We’d never even dream of risking our place in the company. Our department is one of the smaller ones. You know TechGuard is mainly invested in antivirus, things like that. We need to prove ourselves, justify ourselves.”
“Hey – I said I know you wouldn't do something like that. Are you sure you don’t mind sacrificing your evening?”
“I’m sure,” I tell him. “I want to help. I can search a chunk of the code. Just get me some coffee and I’m good to go.”
Luke leads me to a conference room in the hotel that his team has taken over. Everybody has their laptops open, lots of people with headphones on, as they comb the code and search for the culprit. I’m able to slip right in, put my headphones on, listen to some Delilah Sky – hearing her in the store has reinvigorated my love for the singer – and do my part.
It's not mindless work, exactly, but it’s mindless enough that my thoughts can wander from time to time. My thoughts return to the changing room, the fierceness in his eyes as he watched me like I was the most attractive woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
He sits on the other side of the large conference table. Every so often, he looks up, catches my eye, and we share a private smile. After two hours of screen-staring, I stand. “Coffee, anyone?”
Everyone says they’re good, so I leave the room and head down the hall to the coffee machine. I put in some coins and make my selection, waiting as it loads.