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

Warmth bloomed. I would marry a man who drove me crazy, loved me, got me, was sexy, grumpy, and hot.

I gave a giddy little shiver.

Now, where was he?

“Big guy,” I called out, walking down the stairs. “Time to get moving, or we’ll be late to Zane and Monroe’s party.”

I waltzed into the kitchen. Where was my—? There.

I found my bag and pulled out my phone. I took a second to admire the sexy Rivera Tech design. I didn’t need my bag tonight, so I would just put my phone into Mav’s pocket. I skimmed my hands over my dress. There was no room in this outfit.

I checked my messages. I had a text from Mama.

She’d included a photo of her smiling from her hospital bed, her room packed with flowers.

The surgery had gone well, and the doctors were optimistic. My gorgeous man had filled Mama’s room with flowers of all shapes and sizes. I’d spent the day with her today, until she’d kicked me out. I’d also visited Steve and the kids, who were staying in a rental house that Mav had arranged for them until Mama’s house could be repaired.

“I’m ready.” Mav strode in, looking rugged and scrumptious in a charcoal suit. He had a mug in his hand. “I don’t know why Zane wants to have a party.”

I rolled my eyes. “There is this wild concept called fun, big guy.”

He set his favorite mug on the island. It said Best Billionaire Boyfriend. He loved it.

His gaze lifted and he went so still that it looked like he’d stopped breathing.

I saw the flames ignite in his dark gaze.

Oh, boy, that gave me a little thrill. I cocked my hip. “You like my dress?”

He made a noise and stalked toward me.

I held up a hand. “We have a party to get to, remember?”

“I don’t care.” He gripped my hips and backed me up.

Then his mouth was on mine.

Mmm. My brain happily short-circuited.

I kissed him back and thought briefly of how long it would take to repair my makeup after a quickie.

“What’s under this dress?” Mav drawled.

I bit my lip. “Rivera, have you seen how tight this dress is? There is nothing under here.”

He growled, his hand slipping under the hem.

I caught his wrist. “No. Party. Friends. Family.” The last word gave me a jolt. “The families will be there.” I was not turning up late with sex glow and sex hair. I wouldn’t be able to look Mrs. Rivera in the eye.

Mav gave an unhappy grumble. “Let’s get your coat. The quicker we go, the quicker we come back, and the quicker I can peel you out of that dress.”

“Deal.”

We arrived at the super-skinny skyscraper with a killer view of Central Park, where Zane had a breathtaking triplex penthouse somewhere near the top.

Here I was, barely batting an eye at hanging out in a multi-million-dollar penthouse on Billionaire Row.

Barely.

In the elevator, Mav attempted to slide a hand under my dress again. I stepped out, batting at his hand and laughing.

Music played and there were people all over the classy place.

Oh, and that view. The park was draped in night shadows, the city a field of lights around it.

“Remi.” Monroe strode toward us in a killer purple dress—it was fitted to her long, slim body, with tiny cap sleeves. The color was perfect with her black hair.

We hugged. We’d gotten together a couple of times. I officially loved Monroe and Aspen. They were friendly, real, kind. My sort of people.

“Most guests are up on the terrace. There’s another bar up there. Zane went all out.”

I nabbed a glass of champagne. “What are we celebrating?”

Monroe smiled. “Life. Love.” She leaned in. “I don’t know. Billionaires seem to go to a lot of parties.”

I laughed. “I know. Mav hates them, but there’s always a party, a dinner, or a gala.”

Beside me, Mav grunted.

“Zane bought a couple of bottles of scotch that he’s all excited about.”

“Oh, yeah.” Mav brightened. “What did he get?”

Monroe waved a hand. “I don’t know. A bottle of the Macallan M.”

“Nice,” Mav said.

“And a bottle of Macallan Fine and Rare 60-Year-Old.”

Mav made a choking sound. “I need to go and find him.” He gave me a distracted kiss and shot off like a man on a mission.

“Must be some scotch,” I muttered.

“Cheers.” Monroe clinked her glass to mine. “Your brother’s around, herding the kids. Aspen’s sisters are helping him.”

I scanned the party, spying Mav’s family. I also noted Killian chatting with Rollo.

“Remi!”

Kaylee shot like a bullet and slammed into my legs. “KayKay. You look so pretty.”

My niece was wearing a blue princess dress.

“Mama’s sick,” Kaylee said, face serious.

“I know, but I saw her today. She was surrounded by flowers, and feeling really good.” I tapped the little girl’s nose. “She’s missing you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“There you are.” One of Aspen’s tall, blonde, athletic sisters appeared. I had no idea which one she was. “How about a drink, Kaylee?”

“A pink one?” Kaylee asked hopefully.