My eyes meet hers in the mirror. Her face is flushed, eyes dilated and glassy. I reach around and cup her sight breast, squeezing and pulling her back up against my chest."Bad girl," I whisper in her ear, and she lets out the cutest little moan. I have to fuck her. As in, I'm going to die if I don't get my cock inside her now. I need to own her completely. Punish her with the roughness fucking of her life until she screams my name and learns I'm the only male who will ever crack her fucking code. Then I'll start over again, slowly. Lick the pain away make her come over and over again until she weeps. But I dont trust my control around her, so I settle for flipping her back around, picking her up by waist, and plunking her down to sit on the counter. "Did you like your spanking baby?""Y-yes."I love her honesty I shove her knees apart and bringing my thumb to the seam of her jeans, right over her pussy.She arches into me and catches my shoulders, her head falling back."Jackson...
But no- Kylie is human. And my employee. Because I am keeping her on, where I can watch her.Keep your enemies closer.I've already gone way to far with her. Any further, and I'd mark her, and then I'd have a word of new trouble on my hands. Forcing restraint I pull a clean towel from the cabinet and toss it to her. "Get out in the shower and warm up. I'll find you some dry clothes."I turn her around and proper her toward the shower stall, delivering another smack to her heart shaped ass. She makes a low purring sound in her throat and looks over her shoulder with heat. I bite back a groan it takes all my willpower to turn around and walk out, shutting the door behind me. GINRUMMY:His cell phone beeps. it's eight p.m. and he's still at SeCure, but that isn't unusual. It isn't unusual for half the employees there. They work flex time, and a lot of programmers do their work at night.It's MR. X calling.Yea
I tug down the hem of Jackson's sweatshirt. "I'm, uh, Kylie." I offer hoping to get an introduction back."Sam" Somehow I get the feeling he doesn't like me.Fuck. Is Jackson gay? "Are you and Jackson..?"His cold demeanor cracks with a flicker of a smile. "He's my brother." I gape. Clearly not a blood brother. They look nothing alike. "Looks like you were, um, out in the rain, too."The young man doesn't answer."I see you've met Sam." Jackson's deep voice sends tremors through my body, like after quakes from my climax. Climaxes. Plural. Because he was certainly responsible for both.I look from Jackson's huge mountain man frame and dark hair to the lean muscled fair man, and I'm not convinced they're not lovers. Especially because Sam shoots Jackson a. What the fuck? look.Why does that make me desperate to stake my claim on Jackson? But it's not my right. I am in big trouble with my employer and my blackmailers, and we need to make a game plan."Do you want to see what's on the thu
Without the lens of pack dynamics, she'll see him exactly as the Whipping boy she described in the Elevator. To make it worse, Sam flicks me a condemning look before he obeys. He pulls out a package of cold cuts, bread, and condiments and start making sandwich without asking what she likes. It annoys me more than it should, but Kylie's stomach complain again, and she looks appreciatively at the food, so figure it's okay."I'm going to take you home. You're going to come to work tomorrow, like nothing happened. Let me know if they make contact you again," I tell her as Sam makes the sandwich. She lets out an impatient puff of air, but lowers her chin."Yes, sir."My cock goes rock hard. Hearing those words, the same ones that normally annoy the hell out of me coming from kisses employees, feels like a total win. The time I picture her on her knees at my feet, gazing up with those beautiful, gold flecked eyes, waiting for my command.Sam slides the plate across the counter to Kylie.
He says nothing, and the space between us stretches like an invitation, a pool of real I could jump into if I only dared. Can I? Be real with someone who isn't a family member? No. My father's death proved that you can't trust anyone but family. But my lips move anyway. "I got stuck in a tight space once. There was no one around to help, and it took me hours to get out." I'm gripping the door handle so hard I might tear it off. Jackson reaches over and squeeze my hand. "I'm sorry that happened to you. You're safe now. You have your own exit. I'll pull over at a moment notice if you needed to bail. Okay?"Something tightens in my solar plexus as the torment of that particular trauma tries to come out. I suck in deep breaths. No fucking way I'm going to start bawling in Jackson King's car. Damn him dragging this out of me. "Hey." He releases my hand and contorts his arm to push on my solar plexus, the way he did in the Elevator. "You're okay." He starts to pull over, and I shake my
KYLIE POV:The lights are on in the little house we rented near the university. I chose that locale because it's chip and there are plenty of restaurants and shop within walking distance. I always pick places where it's easy to blend in. "Mémé?" I push open the door and then stop. Something feels off. Hairs prickling on the back of my neck, I step in, trying to identify what's different. Nothing seems out of place. "Mémé?" It comes out sharp, and I hope she's not in bed already.I look around the kitchen and see unpacked grocery bags on the floor. Alarm bells go off full force.My phone rings. I dig it out of my pocket and stare at the words number blocked. Normally, I would never answer, but somethings not right, so I swipe the screen and put the phone to my ear. "Hello?""You did not follow our instructions." The voice is computer generated. A surge of anger rips through me. "Fuck your instructions.""We're fucking your grandmother. You should have d
I flash my brightest smile as I head into Jackson's office. "Your coffee, sir." I walk around to his side of the desk and stand too close as I lean over like a sex kitten to deliver it. His secretary gapes in the doorway."Watch it, kitten or I'll punish you here, too," he growls in an undertone. "What?" I ask innocently. "Cancel all my appointments and close the door, Vanessa. We have a situation to deal with here," he says to his secretary as he opens his desk and pulls out a wooden ruler. He lays it on the desk between us, shooting me a meaningful look. Despite it all- Despite the lack of sleep and worrying sick over Mémé, Despite my daunting task of getting the thumb drive, a charge of pure sexual desire runs through me.Hell, yes, he can spank me again.He's going to want to do far worse when he realizes what I'm going to do. And that through sobers the lust right out of me.I hold out my palm. "Thumb drive.?"I'm really not sure he's going to hand it to me, but, after a momen
I work to get through the firewall and the infosec code. I do not allow myself to think of what will happen if Jackson come back before I've succeeded. Or if I can't get in. Or if they don't let Mémé go. I only see the characters on a screen. A puzzle to solve. Sixteen minutes later, I'm in.No time to celebrate. I grab the thumb drive and insert it into his port. "I'm sorry, Jackson. I'm so fucking sorry. It auto-launches, code unfolding before my eyes with lightning speed.I get up from his chair, pick up my things, and walk swiftly out. I don't acknowledge his secretary. I travel down the hall, like I'm headed for the bathroom, and slip into the stairwell. Eight stories then a parking lot, and I'll be in my car. Except I already know I've been had. They're not letting Mémé go. How could they frame me if an old lady is telling a story about being kidnapping?So I just committed another felony act and destroy the old company I've ever admired for nothing. Worse I've destroyed whateve