Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“I know, but my contacts have finally come through. It cost me greatly, but I made the sacrifice.” She shakes her head. “I had to send nudes to get this information, Mateo. Nudes.”
I’m about to ask what sort of contact wants nudes from Mrs. Verne, but I have the good sense to keep that question to myself.
“Giles Crawley has been after me for decades, and–”
I almost spit my coffee. “Giles Crawley, the old hacker who broke into the Pentagon’s mainframe? The Giles Crawley who broke into the supposedly unhackable presidential–”
“Yes, yes.” She waves a hand. “He’s an old acquaintance of mine from another life. And he’s a pervert.”
I’m almost dumbstruck, but like I said, Mrs. Verne is full of surprises. “Thank you for your sacrifice, I guess?”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t much like having a sniper rifle pointed at my head every time I pop outside for a smoke.”
“You told me you quit.”
Her eyes narrow. “As far as you know, I did. Now quit interrupting me.”
I have to stow my amused grin. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.” She fluffs her hair, as if prepping to reveal the grand prize on a game show.
“Though I have to agree with you. This client’s a dick. I’d rather smash that vase over his head than hand it over to him.”
“Well then, it’s a good thing I know exactly whose head needs a smashing.” Her eyes glint with a devilish intensity.
I wait for her to finish.
I wait some more.
The pregnant pause is practically crowning at this point.
“You and the drama buildup. Come on, Mrs. Verne. Tell me.”
“Your mysterious asshole of a client is none other than …” Yet another pause.
I sigh. “Mrs. Verne! Out with it.”
“Fine. The mystery client is–”
“Is it rolls time?” Milly pops her head in. “Sorry to bother you, but my stomach is growling, and the rolls smell so good.”
“Of course it is.” Mrs. Verne switches back into her motherly persona in an instant. “Come, let’s get you the one with the most melted butter on top.”
“That sounds amazing.” Milly makes a show of drinking the last of her hot chocolate.
“Oh, my. You need another cocoa, too. Come along.” Mrs. Verne leads her away from my office, both of them happily talking about food.
I shake my head then walk to my desk and pop open my laptop. Mrs. Verne left her whiskey glass beside it, so I know she’s been using it this morning.
After bypassing some of her security protocols, I find her black box chat screen. She’s entitled her contact as “TitsPervGiles.” I scroll back up through their encrypted messages, run the de-encryption module, then read along the chat, though I ignore all the files Mrs. Verne attached and sent along. That’s a big nope from me.
When I get to the name of the client, I have to sit down.
“Shit.” I pinch the bridge of my nose as a bleary-eyed Scarab jumps onto my desk. “This is so fucked.”
He blinks and glances at the screen, though I doubt he can read the portion of TitsPervGiles’s message that says “Client is Howard Rutherford, the Howard Rutherford. You’re fucked. Now send more pics. I wanna see those feet.”
20
Milly
“Milly!” Mateo groans my name as he starts to come. He presses his thumb harder against my clit, making sure to take me over with him. I fling my head back and call out his name too. My sex locks around his cock, his warmth spilling inside of me.
I dig my nails into his chest, still rocking my hips, knowing I can get him to come more if I keep moving in this position. When I’m on top of him, I feel like an all-powerful queen. One that has this massive man between my thighs as I take pleasure from him. Mateo gladly lies beneath me, wanting anything I’m willing to give.
His hands slip up my thighs, to my waist and then to my breasts. I drop my head forward, my eyes fluttering open. “Did you enjoy your dessert?” I tease.
“You know I can’t tell you no,” he grunts. I swear his bottom lip comes out in a small pout, making him look more handsome, if that’s even possible.
After I lured him back out of his office for another round of hot cocoa, I finished my luring in the bedroom. He said earlier that his cock wasn’t going back inside of me today. That he’d already been too rough on the plane and I need time to heal. I wasn’t in agreement with that plan, though.
If that wasn’t a challenge, I don’t know what is. All I had to do was drop my clothes and roam around naked. He turned into a lion at that point and pounced on me within seconds.
“I promise. I feel wonderful.” I give a wiggle, making his cock jerk inside me. He grunts a response, his hands going to my hips to keep me in place. “Plus, we should enjoy our time together. I have to go back to school soon. Back to living in my dorm.” It's me who pouts now. The thought alone makes me sad. Mateo’s fingers dig into my hips, his hold on me tightening.