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

“Fine.”

His scowl made me smile. “So gracious.”

“It’s been a rough night. We should grab some sleep.”

I snorted. “There is no way I could sleep now.”

“TV?”

I cocked my head. “Have you got some games on this fancy computer?” I dropped into the chair.

“Yes, although I have a game console in my movie room.”

“Of course, you have a movie room. No, let’s play here.” She smiled. “We can make another bet.”

He sat and arched a brow.

“If you win, do you still want that kiss?” she asked.

I saw the struggle on his face. My gut turned sour. Had he changed his mind about wanting me? Had all this killed his desire?

“Remi…” he said carefully. “You’ve had a bad night. Your family was hurt and threatened. That’s a lot to deal with, and I won’t take advantage of you.”

I studied his rugged face, his strong jaw. “You’re being noble.”

His scowl deepened. “No, I’m not. I’m just not being an asshole.”

“Actually, I don’t seem to mind when you’re an asshole.”

His gaze fastened on me. I scooted my chair closer.

“I just kind of like you as you are. So, let’s game. If you win, you get a kiss.” I crossed my legs and the robe parted. Oops. I accidentally showed off a lot of thigh. His gaze jerked down.

“What are you wearing under that?” he growled.

“Absolutely nothing.”

He growled again, his hot gaze back on my face. My belly felt alive with flames.

“If I win,” I said. “I’m going to fuck your brains out, right here in that chair. Deal?”





12





My Angel





Mav


He could smell her fresh, clean scent. She watched him with that maddening smile—like she knew a joke that he didn’t. Her legs weren’t long, but her skin was smooth, her legs shapely.

He wanted her.

Desperately.

More than he’d wanted any woman. Hell, anything.

How had this happened? How after years of guarding himself, had this small hacker slid through his defenses with such ease?

Remi made him think of catching a firefly in a jar. Holding all that light and energy in the palm of your hand.

He clamped his hands on the arms of his chair.

“I’m trying to do the right thing here,” he said.

She rose. “I get to decide what’s right for me. I spent my childhood having well-meaning people dictate my life. Now, I choose what’s best for me.” Her robe parted, showing him her naked body beneath. Petite, curvy, and luscious.

His cock swelled, pressing hard against his zipper.

“Remi—”

She pressed her hands over his, and leaned closer. He saw her breasts sway, topped by pink nipples.

“I know what I want,” she said.

That sexy whisper rocketed through him. With a growl, he yanked her onto his lap so she was straddling him.

He took her mouth, and swallowed her moan. Her tongue tangled with his. One of her hands sank into his hair, tugging hard. She squirmed against him, rocking her damp, bare pussy against the bulge of his cock.

Mav growled.

She bit his lip and he shoved the robe off her.

Now it was just Remi. Gorgeous.

He palmed her breast and she arched. He slid his other hand between her thighs.

“Oh, God, Mav.”

“You’re drenched. For me. Show me how much you want me, angel?”

“I’m on fire.” Another moan, and she was riding his hand.

“You need my cock right here.” He thrust two fingers inside her.

“Yes, yes,” she chanted. “I need you to fuck me, Mav.” Her feverish gaze met his. “Hard.”

That word arrowed into him. He was big, and he always kept that in mind when he got naked with a woman.

But the hunger in her gaze drove him to the edge of his control.

He rose. He wasn’t fucking her for the first time in his office chair. Not this time.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him. He cupped the sweet curves of her ass.

“Where are you taking me, big guy?”

“My bed. I’m going to fuck you on my bed.”

He’d need more than once to calm all this raging need. He needed to touch, taste, and stroke every inch of her. Stake his claim.

Some distant part of his brain warned him that he didn’t claim. Not women. Not ever.

But his cock wasn’t listening.

He strode up the stairs and into his bedroom.

Morning sunlight poured into the windows, and he laid her on the bed.

She lifted her arms above her head, which pushed her luscious breasts up. She never looked away—not shy or uncertain.

No, his Remi knew exactly what she wanted.

He pushed her legs apart and leaned over her and kissed her. Hard and hungry. She sucked on his tongue.

He broke free, and kissed the side of her neck, and ran his hands over her breasts, kneading the soft curves.

“So gorgeous, Remi.”

Her face was flushed, desire in her eyes.

“Look at you,” he murmured.

He stroked a hand between her thighs. “Look at this pretty, pink pussy. So wet. I want to lick it, suck it…”