Hacking Mr. CEO (Billionaire Heists #3) by Anna Hackett

“What?” She skirted the desk and leaned over him.

Her perfume hit him—something with a floral note, but not overpowering. He liked it.

“Mav?”

What was wrong with him? He didn’t give a shit about perfume. He focused back on the screen. “The email was opened.”

“What?” She dropped into the chair beside him. “Is the tracker picking him up?”

“No. It’s not active.”

Her nose scrunched up. “He didn’t open the file.”

“Or he has very good security that blocked our dragon angel.”

She shook her head. “We designed it. Nothing can block it.”

Mav fought a smile. She was like him, confident in her abilities. He liked it. There was nothing he hated more than false modesty. It was just another lie to him.

“So, we have nothing. Argh.” She leaped up and strode to the windows. “A big, fat nothing. Then when I don’t hand him over the Calix file, who knows what he’ll do?”

“Remi.” Mav moved to her. He pressed a hand to her shoulder. “It’ll be all right.”

With a small sound, she pressed against his chest and hugged him.

He stilled, his arms at his sides.

She tilted her head back. “You don’t hug, Rivera?”

“As a general rule, no.”

“It’s easy. Just put your arms around me and make soothing noises.”

He frowned. “Soothing noises?”

“Like ‘there, there’ and ‘shh.’”

He snorted and then pulled her tight against him. “I’ll hug, but no soothing noises.”

“Deal.” She pressed her cheek to his shirt.

Damn, he realized how petite she was. The force of her personality made her seem bigger.

“You’re awfully hard for a rich guy.” She poked his pec.

“I work out.”

“I often think I should work out more.”

“How often do you do it now?”

She looked up at him, a grin on her face. “Does walking to the subway station count?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then never.”

Mav shook his head and fought back a laugh. This woman made him laugh and smile more than anyone he’d ever met.

“Well, I like your body just the way it is,” he said.

The air changed. Worry leaked out of her eyes, replaced by heat. “Thank you. I like your body the way it is, too.”

He lowered his head. Damn, it was still not enough. He wrapped an arm around her and lifted her off her feet, her body pressed tight against his.

She gasped.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“That you can haul me up without it appearing to bother you at all?”

“Yes.”

“Then the answer is yes.”

“Remi.”

“Oh, God, and don’t say my name like that.” She licked her lips. “And don’t look so hot.”

“How do I do that?”

“I don’t know. Put a paper bag over your head? Wear ugly clothes?”

He cupped her face. “Then you need to stop pulling off the impossible combination of cute and sexy.”

She licked her lips again. His cock twitched, and he knew she felt it against her belly, because her eyes widened.

“Holy cow, do you have a big hard drive in your pocket?”

God, again he wanted to laugh. “No.”

What the hell was it about this woman? It was like she’d cast a spell on him. Making him laugh, making him want things he’d avoided for so long.

“Actually, I don’t think the paper bag will help, because I’m just as attracted to your brain.”

He arched a brow. “My brain?”

“Yep.” Her voice lowered. “Watching you code got me a little hot and bothered.”

“Ditto,” he said, voice gritty.

Her lips parted. “Mav—”

With a growl, he kissed her.

His tongue was barely in her mouth when she pulled back, staring at him.

“Oh, God, you’re too hot.” Her mouth slammed back against his.

The kiss was hard, wet, and deep. Hell, she tasted like sweet sin. She kissed him wildly, like she was so hungry, like she couldn’t get enough.

No one had kissed him like this before.

“I wasn’t…going to do this,” she panted.

“Kiss me?”

“We both know it’s not going to stop there, big guy.”

Right now, his cock was as hard as steel. He imagined all the dirty things he wanted to do to her.

Mav backed up toward the desk.

“This is probably a really bad idea,” she said. “Hackers from Brooklyn don’t bang Manhattan billionaires.”

He cocked a brow. “Says who?”

“Says everyone.”

He dropped into his chair, holding Remi standing between his legs. God, she was so sexy. “I never worry about rules.”

She nibbled her lip. “And I kind of like breaking them.”

Mav growled and skimmed his hands up her legs, shoving her skirt up a few inches, and baring sleek thighs.

“Are you wet for me, angel?”

She nodded.

Mav leaned back. “Show me. “

“You’re bossy. Is that a billionaire thing?”