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

He liked Remi on him, her face buried against his neck as she’d slept. He liked her sleeping on him, worn out from taking him.

“Mav?” She snapped her fingers. She was holding her laptop in her other hand. “Did all that sex fry your brain cells?”

“No.”

She jumped up to sit on the island. “I don’t know, you’re looking kind of dazed.” She pressed a hand to his forehead and winked.

She was teasing him.

He liked that, too.

“If you move into my shower, I’ll have to charge you rent,” he said.

She poked her tongue out. “What’s for lunch?”

“Roast beef sandwiches.”

Her eyes lit up. “With mustard?”

“Of course.”

“Gimme.” She held her hand out. “I’m starving.”

“I’m not surprised.” Because he wanted to, and couldn’t stop himself, he stepped closer and kissed her.

She hummed into his mouth, her hand clenching in his hair as she kissed him back.

“Mmm, you taste good, too. Probably almost as good as this roast beef sandwich with mustard.”

“Probably?”

She tugged him closer and kissed him again. “Okay, maybe a little better.”

He tweaked her ear and passed her the sandwich.

She bit into the food with a small moan, and opened her laptop. He saw that she had the tracking program open. There was a red dot on the Upper East Side.

“Come on, asshole,” she said. “Contact The Shadow.”

“It’s the weekend. He’s likely still in bed.”

She grunted. “Lazy rich dude.”

Mav stood between her legs, hands pressed either side of her hips on the counter. “I’m rich. Do you think I’m lazy?”

She cupped his jaw, her nails scratching over his stubble. “Well, you haven’t been this morning.”

He kissed her, enjoying her hum of pleasure. Then she pushed him away.

“I have a sandwich to eat. Don’t interrupt me.”

They ended up eating their lunch on his terrace. He put the outdoor fireplace on and found her a blanket. Watching her curled up on the outdoor couch, munching on her sandwich, and staring at the fire, set off a strange sense of contentment in him.

A few times, Mav pulled out his phone to check the tracker. Whenever she glanced at him, hope in her eyes, he shook his head.

“I’m going to call Mama.” Remi rose. “Find out if they’ve settled in okay.”

“Boone will call if there’s trouble.”

“I know. But this is more for me.” She ran her hand down his arm, an easy touch, then slipped inside.

It amazed him that a woman who’d had such a rough start to life was so easy with affection. No doubt another thing Mama Alma was responsible for.

Mav gathered up the plates and headed back inside. From the kitchen, he heard the murmur of her voice from the Great Room, followed by a laugh.

He’d just put the plates in the dishwasher when she returned. She leaned against the island, watching him steadily.

“What?”

“It seems six laptops and a RivSeriesOne gaming system were delivered to the safe house. The boys are currently in fits of delight, trouncing each other in whatever game is their favorite this week. Naomi is starting a cooking blog. Steve is teaching Kaylee how to use her laptop, which you’ll be happy to hear she’s already covered in stickers. And Mama is resting in bed, watching Netflix on her new machine.”

“So, they’re good?”

“Mav, you sent thousands of dollars’ worth of electronics to them!”

“I wanted them to be comfortable.”

She pushed away from the island, grabbed the front of his shirt, and went up on her toes to kiss him. “I like getting a glimpse of the good guy under the gruff.”

He scowled. “I’m not a good guy.”

She grinned. “Too late. I’ve seen him. I know he’s there.”

He growled. “Quit it. Or I’ll make you pay.”

With a grin, she danced backward. “Ooh, I’m trembling. How are you going to do that, big guy?”

Mav took a step forward. “By spanking that curvy ass of yours.”

She gasped, but he didn’t miss the way her eyes flared.

His lips curled. “You like the idea of that, angel?”

“You can’t spank me…unless you catch me first.” She spun and darted around the island.

Desire was a hard, hot punch through his system. He started around the island.

With a laugh, she ran out of the kitchen.

Mav chased her.

They raced through the Great Room, and she dodged behind the couch. She was surprisingly quick.

They ran down the hall, her excited laugh filling the air. She sprinted around the formal dining table and Mav lunged.

He almost caught her, but she yanked free. She raced back toward the Great Room.

“That ass is mine, Solano,” he growled.

She tossed him a hot look over her shoulder.

Back in the Great Room, he put on a burst of speed. He snatched her off her feet, loving her laughing yelp. He landed on the couch with Remi on his lap.

He quickly spun her so she was lying facedown, draped over him.

“Mav!” She was breathless and laughing.

He shoved her shirt up, just high enough to see her angel wings. He took a second to trace them, then pulled her leggings and panties down.