His fingers roved over her nipples, bring them to peaks. She reach around putting her arms around his neck. His one hand slid down her body to find her spot. She was wet and warm and he liked that feeling.
“Oh,” she said as he began to rub her. In circles, the way she liked it.
Her head fell back into his shoulder. Her body arched into his hand. Damn. She was close. He could tell. She started making those sounds that drove him wild. She was on the edge. Her body was jerking around, making waves. He didn’t care if they made a mess. It could be cleaned up.
Her fingers dug into him as her body stiffened.
“Oh. God.”
He chuckled in her ear. “That never gets old.”
“Not from this end either.”
He laughed and so did Violet. She was even more relaxed now. He hoped she’d stay awake long enough for him to do that again. With him inside of her.
“We’d better get out before I fall asleep in here.”
He helped her out. They dried off and she led him to the bed. “Your turn.”
She climbed on top of him, kissing his neck, setting fires wherever her lips met his skin. He was hard and so turned on, he wanted to grab her and dive into her.
Finally she was poised above him. “You ready?”
“I was born ready.”
She laughed then slid herself onto him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Damn. Her rhythm was spot on and he thought he’d blow his wad before she came again. He didn’t, but her orgasm wrenched his from him.
She slumped onto his chest, her breathing heavy. She then slid off of him, her body never losing contact. She threw one hand over his chest and a leg over his leg. Then he was asleep.
***
Violet was ready to pack it in for the day. She’d been sitting doing nothing for two weeks. Her trap hadn’t caught anyone yet. The hacker had been laying low and she was bored. She could only play Candy Crush so many times.
Amedeo was going to work late, so she’d would be going home to an empty house. His driver would take her there. She wasn’t in any hurry to be alone, but she wanted to get out of her work clothes and into sweats. Dinner would probably be cereal unless there were leftovers in the refrigerator.
What an exciting night she was going to have. She sighed. She might as well get used to it. You didn’t party with a baby around. She didn’t miss alcohol at all. She missed being around people who were having fun.
She could stop off for a drink somewhere, but what would be the point? It would be juice or soda. Damn.
She closed her laptop then noticed a strange email on her phone.
“We know what you did.”
What the Hell? Had she been tracked down because of her hacking? Shit. This wasn’t good. Things had been really good lately between her and Amedeo. She didn’t want to screw things up, but she might with this.
If he found out.
Another email landed in her inbox. Same person, but she figured they were using an anonymizer. Damn. She wouldn’t be able to trace it.
“We’re going to find you.”
Double shit. She had to tell Amedeo. What if he was in danger? She’d been stupid and she knew it. All because she was bored at home.
She sighed. No more emails came in. But they knew who she was. Or at least they’d tracked down her junk email address. It might only be a quick step to tracking down her name. Not her address, since she didn’t live there anymore.
She packed up her laptop then made her way to Amedeo’s office. He smiled when she entered. “You done for the day?”
“Yes, but I have to talk to you about something.”
“Sit. You look concerned.”
She did sit. She took a moment to frame her words. “When I was home, I was pretty bored. And in order to keep my skills sharp, I hacked into someone’s computer system.”
“You do know that’s illegal.”
“Yes I do, but I don’t think that person is concerned about the legalities of my actions.”
“Huh?”
“I think the system I hacked into was for someone doing criminal activity. I rushed out of the system and may have left a trail.”
“A trail?”
“I received an email on my junk account. It’s not connected to anything that could connect to me, but with enough money, things can be found out.”
She handed him her phone. He read the emails. “Yep, those are threatening. I can’t come home with you tonight, but make sure the driver closes the gate after he leaves. Turn on the security system. Keep your phone with you.”
“I’m sorry, Amedeo.”
He frowned. “You didn’t mean to do this, but you have to think about things before you do them.”
She knew that. She had a baby to think of. “I know. I’m sorry.”