Royal Hacker (White Hat Security Book 2), page 7
“Yes, is that okay?”
She turned a lovely shade of pink.
“Why are you turning red? What are you planning to do with my stuff?”
“Lemon and I are each going to borrow one of your shirts to sleep in.”
That was hot as fuck, thinking of her sleeping in one of my shirts and nothing else. The train of thought was once again making my pants feel extremely unconformable.
“You can wear my clothes all you want, as long as you send me pictures. I don’t think Lemon needs to wear any of my clothing.”
“She will miss you. You’ve been around all the time for the last two weeks. She might think you left her.”
“Okay, give her one of my shirts.” There was nothing I wouldn’t give Patty.
I turned Patty in my arms so that her knees were on either side of my legs. The office lights made Patty’s blue hair glow. I grasped a handful of her delicate blue hair and tugged her down to my mouth. I embraced her like I wanted to own her.
By the time we separated, we were both panting and desiring more. Patty supported her temple against my chest.
“Are you sure we have to wait?” Patty panted.
“Yes, my pixie.”
Chapter Ten
Patty
Another month, and we hadn’t had sex. How long is a girl dating a sex god lookalike supposed to wait? Men were supposed to want sex. I’d thought sex was part of the BDSM lifestyle. Nope, I’d found the only Dom in the world who wouldn’t have sex with me.
For a month, Sam had been flying back and forth between Fort Lauderdale and Austin. When he wasn’t able to make it home, we texted and FaceTimed. The stalker killed the victim in Texas, and the murder was the worst so far. Sam was supposed to be heading home tomorrow after he filled out the last of the paperwork. And that night, I wasn’t going to give him an option of having sex. If I needed to, I was going to tie him to a bed or something in his club. I was ready to ask Neal and Brock to help me. I bet I could buy them off.
During the last month of him babysitting me, Brock and I had become great hacker friends. We teamed up together and played pranks on everyone. We installed a Blue Screen of Death screensaver on all the computers at Alex’s company. But Bridget figured it out and made me fix it in person, instead of just sending out the remote fix. She also forced me to apologize to Alex. I could tell he was trying to hold his smile back while yelling at me.
I’d also added John’s telephone number to wakerupper.com so he would get phone calls at all hours of the night. John had grown on me, and his vocabulary had increased from grunts to four-word sentences. Most of the sentences were, “Patty, knock it off.”
All the tricks were harmless, but they kept my mind off Sam being gone. Every night, I slept in one of his T-shirts. I’d put another one of his shirts in Lemon’s bed, and she laid her head on it every night. Tomorrow night Sam and I would have sex.
My phone ringing brought me out of my sex dream. It was eight at night, which only meant it was my Sam calling. It was like clockwork. I curled up on my bed with one of his shirts on and answered the phone.
“Hey, pixie.”
“Hey, sexy man.”
“Sorry, not tonight, guys. I’m going to talk to my girlfriend and then go to bed,” Sam said to someone else.
But he called me his girlfriend. We hadn’t had the “girlfriend” conversation yet. I was hoping we were headed that way, but didn’t want to assume.
“Sorry about that. The local police staff are going out tonight and wanted to know if I wanted to come with.”
“You called me your girlfriend,” I whispered. Then I mouthed to Lemon, “Oh my God, he said I was his girlfriend,” then jumped up and started doing a little dance.
Sam laughed. “I spend every waking hour thinking about you. I spend my nights and mornings talking to you. I hope tomorrow when I get home, we can have dirty, nasty sex. Should I have sent you a note that says, ‘Will you be my girlfriend? Yes or no?’”
I was screaming into my pillow with joy. My boyfriend was drop-dead gorgeous. Although I wasn’t sure I could classify him as a sex god because we hadn’t done the sex part yet, he sure as hell looked like a sex god. “The note thing would’ve been kind of cool. Nobody’s ever asked me to be their girlfriend.”
The next thing I knew, my phone pinged. It was a text message from Sam: Do you want to be my girlfriend yes or no?
I replied: Hell yes.
Sam’s deep voice chuckled on the other end of the phone. “That response wasn’t an option. I think you voided the text message, and we aren’t able to see each other anymore.”
“Not funny. You already sent it, and you can’t back out now.” It was one of the best text messages I’d ever received. I couldn’t wait to tell Bridget and Sophie that Sam had asked me to be his girlfriend. It almost made me feel like I was in high school again.
“What time are you getting to the airport tomorrow?” I wanted to pick Sam up from the airport. Maybe I could jump him in the car. He’s made me wait so long, I’m a fiend for him.
There was a long pause on the other end, and my heart dropped. He’d promised he was coming home. If he changed his mind, I was ready to jump on my jet and fly out there.
“Sorry, I was trying to pull up the email Mia sent. Looks like I’ll be getting in around three o’clock. Brock’s gonna pick me up from the airport. I’m going to run into the office for a quick debriefing with the team. I’ll be at your work around five o’clock to pick you up.”
“You don’t want me to pick you up from the airport?”
“I would love to see you first thing tomorrow, but I know if you pick me up, I would want to go straight back to my place. I need to debrief the team and find out how our other cases are going. Also, since tomorrow is Friday, why don’t you pack and stay with me all weekend?”
“I would love to stay with you all weekend, but I have Lemon. I don’t like putting her in daycare, and Jessica has so much going on that I don’t want to bother her.” I loved my Lemon, but sometimes, she made things kind of hard.
“I have already bought a dog bed and the same food you buy for Lemon at the house. She’s all set. We can pick her up, or I can send Brock over to the house to grab her. I can send Brock now, so she’s there when we get home.”
Sam thinking about Lemon in advance made my heart melt. It was too early to say for sure, but I thought I was falling in love. I take that back—I know I’m in love with him. I hope over time, he feels the same way.
“You don’t mind having Lemon come over for the weekend? It would mean the world to me.”
“Nope. She’s coming over, and I’ve also stocked Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and hot cocoa. You will have no excuse to leave my house this weekend.”
We’d been talking for a couple of hours when I started to get tired. Sam asked me to send him a couple risqué pics before I went to bed, so he could relieve his stress. We said our goodbyes, and I couldn’t wait to see him.
I was working on stripping down to my bra and boy shorts when someone came barreling into my bedroom.
“Holy shit! Why are you almost naked?” my sister and Bridget screamed at the same time.
Lemon took off barking. She could have barked to let me know someone was in the house. As I was trying to find my shirt, my phone buzzed. What the hell?
“What do you mean, why am I almost naked? It’s my bedroom in my house. You guys don’t believe in knocking on a door or calling to let someone know you’re coming?”
“Are you taking naked pics? You of all people know people can hack iCloud accounts and phone accounts and that stuff gets leaked.”
I’d already been working on an app that removed the photos I sent to Sam. We had an encrypted tunnel between us so people couldn’t steal the data. He would get the pictures for two hours, then they were automatically deleted from the drives.
I explained to Bridget and Jessica that Sam had been helping me test the app. They both thought an app that allowed them to send encrypted messages was fascinating and wanted to try it out. Bridget said she always wanted to send Alex pics while they were both at work. But I didn’t want to hear about my boss getting naked in her office to send her husband pictures.
“Well, since you guys are here, you want to help me take a few pictures?”
Jessica shrugged. “I guess since we’re twins, it’s not like I haven’t seen you before.”
It took us about fifteen minutes to get the right picture. I had around ten texts from Sam, complaining that he hadn’t gotten anything through the app and that he thought it was broken.
“Since I’ve seen my employee naked, let me go wash out my eyes. Let’s meet in the living room to have ice cream and talk about your date tomorrow,” Bridget said over her shoulder while heading out of my bedroom.
I was excited that Bridget and Jessica had come over and was happy to see CJ and Sophie were sitting on the couch. A couple pizza boxes were sitting on the coffee table. Sophie was typing away on my laptop. She was more than likely messing with my settings. I needed to grab my laptop before she caused me a week’s worth of work on my system.
“So do you need any tips for the club tomorrow night?” CJ asked.
“Sam doesn’t want to spend our first night in the club. He wanted it to be special and spend it up at his place.” I suspected my face had turned as red as a tomato.
“Are you going to change your hair color before he gets in tomorrow?” Bridget asked.
Since Sam hadn’t come back as much during the last month, I’d dyed my hair black and told him it was because I was mourning because he kept leaving me.
I showed everybody a picture of a hairstyle I was looking to change to—the top layer was black, and there was purple underneath—and everybody agreed it was stylish. I was thinking about getting it done tomorrow, during my extended lunch break that Bridget didn’t know she was giving me. But hey, I’m one of her best employees. She can’t complain.
“Have they found anything else about the stalker? Does Sam have to head back to Texas?” Sophie asked while typing away on my laptop. I knew I should grab it from her hands, but what the hell—it would give me something to do.
“Sam thinks the local police have it under control. I still can’t believe the stalker killed the cops on duty and kidnapped the victim. The torture he put her through was worse than the previous women.” I still had goose bumps down my spine from the story Sam told me. I’d been good and not ditched my bodyguards in the last few weeks.
In the past month, I hadn’t received any new emails, but I still felt like someone was watching me. It could be the crew that Sam had planted on me. The lady in Austin could have been my twin. I took a look at the previous victims, and they all looked like me. It was creepy.
Bridget, CJ, Sophie, and I spent the remainder of the night joking and talking about computer code. When Jessica had the opportunity, she chimed in with facts about technology. For example, Google uses enough energy to continuously power two hundred thousand homes, even though it has solar panels that produce over three million kilowatts of clean energy every year just at its Mountain View campus.
Chapter Eleven
Patty
The clock was not moving—I was sure of it. Some days, I wanted to log into the server and change all the clocks in the office so we could go home earlier. The only problem was Sam still wouldn’t be there. I was starting to develop a plan to make sure my sex god gave me what I wanted.
The clock turned three. Sam’s flight would be arriving. I checked online, and Sam’s flight had arrived. It was taking everything in me not to jump in my SUV, head to the airport, and grab Sam before Brock could.
I understood he needed to debrief with his team. That still didn’t mean I had to like it. The clock clicked for fifteen more minutes, then I couldn’t wait any longer. I emailed Bridget so she knew I was leaving early and that I would see her on Monday. If she needed me, she would call.
“Hey John, can you take me shopping for a few items?”
“Sure, I’m going to send a quick text to Sam and let him know what we are doing,” John replied. He had a tendency to tell Sam everything we were doing. I was curious if Sam was told when I went to the bathroom. I should hack his phone and view his text messages.
I had John drive me to the lingerie store. He stayed outside. I was happy when he’d decided to stay at the front door of the store. It would be extremely uncomfortable if he’d wanted to come into the store with me.
“Welcome, can I help you find something?” a small woman behind the counter asked.
“I’m just looking.”
I spent the next half hour walking around the store, until I found the perfect outfit. Knowing John probably wanted to go, I headed to the counter and paid.
John and I headed back to Sam’s house. I was happy John was working with me and helped keep my shopping trip to ourselves and didn’t rat me out to Sam. Since wrecking Jessica’s divorce investigation, I had listened to what everyone said about how I should keep a bodyguard on me, like today when I wanted to ditch my bodyguard when I went shopping. Instead, I sucked up my pride and took John with me. I should get extra points for not ditching the bulldog.
When we got to Sam’s place, I quickly changed into the purple bustier I bought at the store. The bustier had a thin layer of black lace over the top of the purple satin. The black straps held the top of the bustier in place. I added a see-through black lace thong. I added black fishnet stockings that linked to a garter. The outfit was complete when I added six-inch high heels.
I double-checked my outfit in the mirror. My black hair with an accent of purple was resting on my shoulders. I knew this outfit would bring Sam out of his meetings and upstairs in a heartbeat.
I took two pictures of myself in the mirror—one of my front and one of my back. I was suddenly nervous about calling Sam. I put my jitters in check and dialed Sam’s number.
“Hey, pixie.”
Feeling extra shy, I whispered, “Hello.”
“What can I do for you? I’m almost done with the meetings and can’t wait to see you. I will head over in a few and pick you up.”
“I’m going to send you a pic.” I opened the app that encrypted our messages and removed the photo within two hours.
I heard the ping on the other side. I then sent the second picture. When the second picture pinged, Sam groaned.
“Hey, guys, let’s call it a day. I need to go take care of something,” I heard Sam tell his staff.
Not sure if Sam was still directing his team or back on the phone, I said, “If you aren’t up here in five minutes, I’m starting without you.”
“I want you spread across the bed, waiting for me.” Sam clicked the phone off. I knew he would be on his way.
I arranged myself spread across the bed and waited for him to come.
Sam
When I walked into the room, the vision in front of me was intoxicating. She looked more stunning in person than the pictures she had sent. She rose, and her breasts swayed as she crawled to the edge of the bed. “You’re stunning.” I walked to the edge of the bed, and Patty got on her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck. When she was kneeling, I used my thumb to brush over her nipple. It hardened under the lacy fabric.
“Do you like my outfit?” Patty asked, biting her lip.
“I like the outfit, and I like you,” I replied while bending down and giving her a kiss. I pulled back to see if my words registered.
“I like you too.”
I had an immense need to ravish her. My rock-hard cock was straining against my pants. She pressed her lips against mine in a demanding kiss. I could feel the fire spreading. It was pure pleasure coming from her mouth. Her yearning became mine.
Before I knew what she was doing, Patty hauled me onto the bed. She took control, and I wasn’t about to stop her. Her need was filling my hunger. I pulled her into a passionate kiss that felt like we became one. Patty was the first to break the kiss.
She started to run kisses down the column of my neck, over my pecs, and continued down my abs. I could feel her soft, warm lips through my thin T-shirt. Her kiss caused a groan to come from the back of my throat. My length twitched with anticipation. She curled her tongue around my belly button while working on the buttons of my pants.
I strained to grasp her arms and tug her back up. My desire to caress her and feast on her delicious folds was consuming me.
“No, my turn,” she said. Patty went back to taking off my pants.
When her delicate tongue peeked out and licked the underside of my shaft, I moaned, “Patty.” She continued to slowly run her tongue up and down my length.
“Please, Patty.” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for.
The only acknowledgment Patty gave me was a wink right before she took me deep into her mouth. Her tight, wet mouth caused my body to arch off the bed. Patty worked her head up and down my shaft, gripping firmly. The feeling was hot and wet. It took all my self-control to hold back from cumming in her mouth.
When she worked my length farther down her throat and moaned, I jolted up, grabbing her under the arms. “Enough.” Her mouth was heaven. Patty’s mouth was not where I wanted to be, though. I wanted to be buried in her velvety folds while her body was wrapped around me.
“You didn’t like?” Patty asked while running her hand up and down my length.
“I like too much, and I want to be inside you,” I told her between gritted teeth.
I rolled Patty onto her back. She jerked her hips up and rubbed against my arousal. The feeling of her grinding against me was almost my undoing. I worked my tip against her entrance. I wanted to make the moment last.
The look of frustration on Patty’s face was worth the teasing. “Pleeease,” Patty whimpered.
I worked to make a quick release of her garter belt. I leaned down and slowly worked her lace panties down her firm legs, lightly brushing against her soft skin.
The whispered moans made me want to own her on a new level. “Patience, my little pixie. I want this to last, and I’m close,” I groaned as Patty lifted her hips to rub against me.
