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

His body tensed, the muscles in his jaw tight. His eyes glittered with a breath-stealing intensity. “Tell me to stop if I get too rough.”

I nodded.

His gaze roamed my face. “You mine, angel? Mine to kiss, to stroke? Mine to pin down and fuck until you scream?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He shifted, and slammed back inside me.

I screamed. White-hot pleasure filling me. “Mav—”

“Hold on, angel.” His thrusts turned fierce. My body jolted under his.

“I’m going to come,” I panted.

“Hold on,” he ordered.

I pushed against his big body, bucking. I felt my pussy squeezing his cock. He muttered a raw curse and kept me pinned.

He leaned over me—big, hot, mine. “Come, angel.”

I screamed. Pleasure was a flood, and I saw stars. I squeezed him with my legs, and he was my only anchor.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you come, Remi.”

With a growl, he thrust deeper, then his body stiffened. I watched the pleasure hit him. Then he dropped on me, shuddering.

He was beautiful. Rough, real, and so damn male.

His grip on my wrists eased. He skimmed his hands up my arms and lifted his head.

“Hell, Remi.” His breathing was still fast and harsh.

I licked my lips, still trying to catch my breath. “Wow.”

“Was I too rough?”

“No.” I smacked a kiss to his mouth. “Did you miss the bit where I was begging you to go harder?”

His lips quirked. “Don’t move. I’ve got to deal with this condom.”

He pulled out of me and I gave a throaty moan. “Big guy, I’m going to feel you for days.”

His eyes flashed. Oh, he liked hearing that.

He strode to the bathroom and I finally got to see that firm ass in all its glory.

I sighed with pleasure.

He glanced back and raised a dark brow.

“You have a superb ass,” I told him.

“Thanks.”

“And an awesome big cock.”

He barked out a laugh.

“Great bod, rugged face, sexy brain.”

“You really like my brain?”

I nodded.

He stared at me for a beat, looking a tad confused, then slipped into the bathroom.

I flopped back on the bed. Hmm, I was pretty sure this decision to bang Mav’s brains out would come back to bite me.

But for now, we were working together, and I’d enjoy the hell out of it.

I rolled onto my belly to look at the clock on the bedside table. It was still early. We should monitor the tracker and see what Rayner was up to…

I heard a rough, strangled sound behind me.

I glanced back and saw Mav at the side of the bed, a strange, possessive look on his face.

“What?” I breathed.

“Your back.” He grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed, pinning me on my belly.

“Mav!”

A second later, he straddled the backs of my thighs. I felt his hand stroke up my spine and over my shoulder blades. Almost reverent.

“You like my ink,” I whispered.

He didn’t respond, just kept stroking.

I had a set of intricate angel wings tattooed on my upper back.

He leaned down, and I felt his lips on my skin. I shuddered, already wet between my thighs again.

He pushed forward, that generous cock sliding against my ass cheeks. He was as hard as steel again.

“Mav—”

“On your hands and knees, angel.” He jerked my hips up and pressed a palm to the tattoo, then he was inside me.

My head flew back. I gave a garbled cry. So good. Hot, hard, and wet.

He thrust twice, and that’s when I realized.

“Mav…condom.”

He cursed and pulled out.

“Stay there, Remi. Don’t move.”

I heard the crinkle of a wrapper. Anticipation screamed through me. Then his hands were back on my shoulder blades.

“Angel. My angel. Take me now.”

“Yes.” I pushed back against him.

Then he filled me.

He moved—not fast, not slow, but firm and deep.

“Mav.”

He covered me. “My angel.”

“Don’t stop. Never stop.”

He growled, his hips moving faster. I felt his hands slide under me, and pinch my clit.

I cried out and started coming.

His thrusts got wilder, more out of control. He snarled.

“Fuck, Remi.”

Then he was coming inside me, both of us lost in the pleasure.





13





Caramel Macchiato





Mav


“I’m going to move into your shower.”

Mav looked up from the roast beef sandwiches he was making. Remi bounced into the kitchen like she’d never run out of energy.

They’d spent most of the morning in bed, and despite that and a hellish night, here she was, freshly showered and looking bright and bubbly.

She was dressed in leggings that hugged her curves—curves that he was now intimately acquainted with. He knew exactly how her ass felt in his hands as she worked herself on his cock.

Then she’d dozed for a while, half on top of him.

Mav didn’t sleep with women. Didn’t like to share his bed after sex was done. Hell, he’d never had a woman here at his home—he met them at a hotel, or their place.