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

“No, it’s a me thing,” he growled.

She reached her hands under the skirt of her dress.

“Luckily, I think it’s hot,” she added.

He felt that in his gut. He watched her shimmy a pair of lacy, white panties down her legs.

Fuck.

She shifted closer and he smelled the sweet, intoxicating scent of her arousal.

He pulled her to straddle him and she gasped.

“You fool around in your office much?” she gasped out.

“Never.”

This small hacker seemed to bring him a lot of firsts. He slid a hand between her thighs.

She let out a long, throaty moan and Mav groaned.

She was waxed bare—all warmth and slick skin.

“My angel’s wet. Damn, your thighs are slick.”

He slid a finger inside her and she wasted no time writhing on his hand.

“Maverick.”

His thumb found her clit.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Have I told you that you have great hands?”

Damn, she was hot and sexy. His gut tightened.

His computer pinged and he glanced at the screen. He kept working her, but read the message.

“Oh my God, you have your hand between my legs, and you’re checking your emails?” she panted.

“Yep, told you I could multi-task.” But it was damn hard to concentrate. “The Shadow didn’t open the file, but I managed to get a ping. He forwarded the email to somebody else.”

Remi moaned and spun, sitting back on his lap. As she read the message, she ground her hips down on his hard cock. Mav growled.

She glanced back and smiled. “Okay, back there? The message was forwarded to a guy in Manhattan called Leon Rayner.”

Mav frowned.

“You know him?” she asked.

“Yeah. Young, twenty-something, from a wealthy family. Fancies himself a hacker. He’s tried to get a job with me numerous times. Three, I think.”

“Hmm. You think he got mixed up with The Shadow?”

“It’s a strong possibility.”

“He might know who The Shadow is. We could infect his phone with our dragon angel.”

Mav smiled. “That’s an excellent idea.”

She leaned back, her mouth on his neck. “Now, where were you?”

He kept his hand between her legs, stroking. She looked delectable sprawled over his lap. His fingers found her clit again, and he worked it. She writhed.

“Mav.”

“I like the way you breathe my name, Remi.”

She moved, and their mouths collided. She kissed him, tongues tangling as he flicked her clit. A second later, she came.

Mav swallowed her cries. He wanted to do more, but this was his office, and it wasn’t the place.

She sagged against him, face flushed. “Mav.”

“Shh.” He pulled her dress down. His control was shredded, and his hands weren’t steady. “Later.”

She licked her lips. “Okay.”

Making himself focus, he tapped the screen.

A picture of a young, well-groomed man popped up.

“Rayner will be at a gala event tonight. To raise money for inner-city schools. Keen to drink some excellent champagne, and eat some tasty canapés?”

“I guess I could grin and bear it.” She nuzzled his neck, reminding him of a sleek, satisfied cat. “I thought you didn’t like parties?”

“I hate them. But uploading a trojan on to Rayner’s phone should make it more interesting.”

She smiled. “I’m one-hundred-percent in agreement.”

And Mav suspected having Remi there with him would make it more bearable.





9





He Doesn’t Even Need a Line





Remi


I finished doing my makeup and stepped back.

Wow, I looked amazing. Sexy, hot, and gorgeous.

My little loft didn’t do my stunning dress justice. Mav had told me he’d have a dress delivered, and when the bag arrived, I never imagined anything like this. I fingered the silky blue fabric. It looked expensive, felt expensive, hell, it smelled expensive.

The dress fit me like a glove. It had a deep V that showed off major cleavage, then hugged my curves before flaring to the floor. It was a gorgeous, rich blue.

He’d sent jewelry as well. Thankfully not a big pile of diamonds, which would’ve given me a heart attack. The funky, statement necklace was made of twists of gold. I slid matching twists into my ears. The color looked good on my skin.

I stilled. Surely it wasn’t real gold. I fingered it. But it probably was, wasn’t it?

My phone beeped.

Car is on the way to get you.

I could practically hear his deep voice. And the things he’d whispered to me in his office. You wet for me angel? I like the way you breathe my name, Remi.

I shivered. I was turned on. The man was all the way over in Manhattan, and my panties were wet.

I closed my eyes. I’d fooled around with Maverick Rivera. He’d made me come on his hand.

And I’d liked it.

I wanted to do it again.

Crap. I needed my head in the game. I straightened. I needed to get our little dragon angel onto Rayner’s phone.

After that, we’d see about this thing with Mav. I really wanted to get the man out of his tuxedo.

I could do this, right? I could have a hot little hook-up with him, and keep it simple and uncomplicated.