Hacking Mr. CEO by Anna Hackett
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…”
She moaned.
“Spread wider for me.”
She obeyed, and he sank two fingers inside her. Remi cried out. Damn, he liked hearing that need in her voice.
Need for him.
“Hold still. I’m going to lick this perfect pussy until you’re even wetter, until you’re begging for my cock.”
“Mav.” She arched up.
He buried his face between her legs. She bucked, and he held her down.
Damn. The taste of her… Fucking heaven.
He kept licking and slid his fingers inside. She bucked again, crying out. He kept thrusting his fingers inside her, firm and deep. Then he moved his mouth and found her swollen clit.
“Mav…God.”
“I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll lose count, angel.”
She writhed, her body shaking as he sucked on her clit.
“Oh, oh.”
As she screamed, her body stiffened, and then she let go. He watched the pleasure lash her, and she shook, her pussy clenching on his fingers.
Then she fell back, limp and panting. Her eyelids were heavy.
He sat back, and licked his fingers. The taste of her was addicting. “So good.”
Watching him, she ran her tongue along her teeth. “Yes.”
Mav stood and unbuttoned his shirt. She stayed sprawled there, disheveled, but her gaze was glued to him.
He tore his shirt off, heard her moan. He opened his jeans and shoved them down.
Her eyes widened, and she pushed up on one elbow. “Oh, wow. Big guy was a very appropriate nickname.”
“You can take me,” he said.
She smiled. “I’ll do my best, but you are a lot to take in.”
Mav opened the bedside table. She watched him slide the condom on.
He sat on the bed, and lay back on the pillows. She sat up, looking like a pocket-sized goddess.
He grabbed her and yanked her on top of him. “Going to fuck you now, angel.”
“Or maybe I’ll fuck you.”
Sassy as ever. He tugged her closer, her wetness sliding over his abs.
“Ready?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Show me how much you want my cock.”
She gripped him. Fuck. He almost blew right then and there.
She lifted her hips, guiding him into place. Mav tried to hold on to some sliver of control.
“Take me,” he growled. “Take what I need to give you.”
She slid down, taking several inches inside her.
As she moaned, he clamped his hands on her ass.
“Mav, you’re so big.” She sucked in a breath. “Really big.”
Their gazes locked. “Take it, angel.”
She pressed her hands to his chest. Then she shoved her hips down.
His groan mixed with her sharp cry. Pleasure shot up his spine.
“Move.” His voice was a rugged growl. His hands cupped her ass.
Then Remi lifted her hips and started riding him.
* * *
Remi
“That’s it, angel. Ride me.”
God. Mav’s sexy growl shivered through me.
I was breathing hard as I worked my hips up and down, riding him hard. I bent forward, hands digging into his firm pecs.
That big cock filled me up. Mmm.
I was so full and it felt so good. Every now and then, he’d hit me deep, tearing a moan out of me.
This. Him. I needed it. I craved it.
“Fuck.” His big hands clamped on my ass, helping me move. Then one of those hands slid up, caught in my hair and clenched.
I could feel my orgasm building, pleasure swelling, huge and a little scary.
Sex wasn’t usually this rough or wild. This much.
“Harder, angel.”
Suddenly, he reared up. He flipped me onto my back, and then that big body was covering me.
He was way bigger, harder, and heavier, but all that did was make me feel safer and more turned on.
“Mav.”
“I’m here.” He slammed back into me.
With a cry, I arched up and wrapped my legs around his hips.
He hammered into me, that big, thick cock driving hard.
“Oh, God.” It was too much, but I still wanted more, not less.
I felt a tremor ripple through his body. Blindly, I stared at him, his rugged face. He kissed me, his lips taking mine, his tongue plunging deep.
He kissed me like I was everything. Like I was his.
Then he ripped free. “Shit, you’re tight. You’re clutching my cock hard, angel.”
I stared at him, the tendons in his neck were strained, his brow creased. He was fucking me hard, but I realized he was holding back a little.
“Mav.” I wanted him lost like me. “I…”
Blazing, brown eyes met mine.
“What is it, angel? What do you need?”
“You. All of you.”
He frowned, even as he kept thrusting into me.
“Harder,” I whispered. “Hold me…down.”
Something wild flared in his eyes. “Remi.”
I’d never felt safe enough to ask for this before. “I’m sure. Do it.”
I already had one hand above my head. The other was clenched on his bicep.
He kept one palm planted on the bed, taking most of his weight. He gripped my hand and slammed it on the bed beside the other.
He took both my wrists with one of his and pressed them into the bed.
Testing him, I pushed against his hold. He didn’t budge.
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.
