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

She squirmed, and he drank in that gorgeous bare ass. He slapped one smooth cheek.

She gasped.

“God, I love your ass, Remi.”

Writhing on him, she lifted a little. He caressed her ass, watching goose bumps rise on her skin. He dipped his hand between her thighs. She was wet.

Mav spanked her again, and again. He turned each slap into a caress, soothing the sting. Soon she was making incoherent cries, lifting her ass up to each slap on her oversensitive skin. He slipped his fingers down to her swollen clit, then sank a finger inside her. She was panting.

“Mav, I won’t last much longer.”

He rose and laid her flat on the couch. It took him seconds to strip her leggings off. He yanked a condom from his pocket, opened his jeans, and slid the latex on.

“You carry a condom around?” she asked tartly.

“With you here, I do.” He covered her body with his, loving the way she wrapped herself around him.

He entered her with a single, deep thrust. They both groaned, her arms flexing on him.

“Perfect,” she whispered.

His gaze locked with hers and he started thrusting. This time, he kept his strokes slow and firm, making sure she felt his possession.

“Remi.”

“Don’t stop.”

As he picked up speed a little, driven by a desire he could no longer control, he watched her head drop back. She cried out, her nails digging into his skin.

“I…” Whatever she was going to say was lost as she cried out again. He felt her orgasm take her, felt it in the tight squeeze of her body, saw it on her face.

He pulled her closer, lost in her, and he pounded deeper. His climax hit, hard and powerful. With a deep groan, he dropped his face to her neck and shuddered through his release.

Feeling breathless and out of energy, he dropped to the couch, trying to keep as much weight off her as he could.

She let out a gusty, satisfied sigh.

Mav smiled.

Then she slapped his ass. “Okay, big guy, shake off that post-orgasmic haze. Sexy times, as awesome as they were, are over. We need to find our bad guy.”

Mav grunted. “How are you going to get up if I’m lying on top of you?”

She shoved at him, then tried to buck him off, then huffed. “Ugh, you weigh a ton.”

“You’re just small.”

She smacked a kiss to his cheek. “We do need to move.”

“I know.” He heaved himself up. As much as he wished he could keep Remi locked in his penthouse, preferably in his bed, safe, he knew they had a job to do.

The Calix Project wouldn’t be safe, nor would Remi and her family, until they dealt with The Shadow.





Remi


After ducking into Mav’s bedroom to clean up, I headed back downstairs to meet him in his office.

My body still felt warm, loose, and luscious. Who knew spanking could be so much fun? Or wild, sexy couch sex?

Don’t get too used to it, Remi.

And I couldn’t afford to let myself get distracted from the asshole threatening my family. My gut churned.

Mav was already at his computer. My laptop was set up beside him.

I dropped into the chair and studied the tracker screen. Nothing.

“Come on,” I cried. “Rayner can’t still be in bed.”

“I did a little searching.”

A photo from a nightclub popped up. It showed a very drunk-looking Leon with his trio of buddies from Guastavino’s. There were a few women with them.

“Rayner had a very late night.”

I huffed out a frustrated breath. “Waiting sucks.”

“It does.”

A notification popped up on his screen and I looked at it. “Someone called Martine needs you to approve the donation increase for the Kids Tech Fund.”

Mav grunted, opened an email and started typing.

Frowning, I opened a browser and typed in Kids Tech Fund.

A large charity that donated tech—computers, software, electronics—to schools and holiday programs. It focused mainly on inner city schools, but it helped schools all across the country. I sucked in a breath. It was funded by private donors. I suspected one donor in particular.

“Kids Tech Fund, huh?” I said.

Mav glanced my way.

“Funded by private donors.”

He grunted. “I make a lot of tax-deductible donations.”

“Including some pretty hefty ones to help disadvantaged kids learn to use tech, learn to code, to gain the skills they’ll need in today’s workplace?”

Mav stared at his computer screen so hard I was surprised I didn’t see holes bored into it.

Feeling warm and gooey inside, I leaned over and kissed his stubbled cheek. “There’s that good guy again.”

He flicked me a glance. “Do you want another spanking?”

I felt a sweet little pulse in my lower belly. “Yes, but not right now.” I shifted in my chair. “My ass cheeks are a little sensitive.”

Heat ignited in his eyes.

“And there is something I really need.”

“What? I’ll give it to you.”

I cocked my head. “I need a triple, venti, half sweet, non-fat caramel macchiato from Starbucks.”

He eyed me like I’d lost my mind. “A what?”

“A big caramel macchiato with—”

He held up a hand. “I don’t want to know.”