Page 73 of Choices

We've been printing and going over bank statements for an hour. Hannah seems more than content to look at eye-crossing names and numbers, and I'm more than content to watch her.

Sometimes she'll have me google a person or a company and explain who they are or what they do. There are dozens of streaming services, Porn Hub, porn subscriptions, cash deposits, cash withdrawals - all the normal stuff you'd find in any man's bank account.

"Vostok Capital Group?" She asks, looking up at me. I want to see her on her knees for me in another way. But I cough and turn my attention to my laptop.

"Vostok Capital Group. Their website says they're a Russian capital investment firm?" I scroll a few pages of Google and find some news articles linking them to the Moscow Bratva. So I tell her that.

"Hmmm," she hums thoughtfully. "Could you do me a favor? Could you look up the USD and the Russian Ruble on Oct 10th?"

So I tell her. She scribbles something on the margins of the page

"And the 15th?"

She asks me maybe ten more dates, each time a little more excited. She pulls out her phone and does some quick calculations for those dates, going all the way back to the start of the year.

"Okay, so it looks like he's sending them twenty-five grand sometimes and fifty grand other times. Doesn't really seem to be a pattern. It didn't cause any red flags because, with the exchange rate, the exact amount he sends varies. Butthen he'll receive fifty, or a hundred grand from wire transfers from various individuals and companies. It seems to me like he's buying something from over there and selling it here for double? Does that make sense?"

"It sure does, pretty girl. Make a list of everyone who has sent him large wire transfers and we'll have our hacker look into them! See if we can't dig a little deeper and see what they're purchasing."

Already bored of this, and feeling like this was enough progress, I tug her to standing, wrap my arms under her butt and spin her in a circle. She squeals and grips my shoulders for support.

I slowly let her slide down my body, a shiver rolling through me at the feel of her curves against my hard stomach. My dick's been half hard the entire time, but with her standing this close, her lilac perfume, her lush tits pressed against my hard chest? Yeah, I'm rock-hard.

I lean back against my desk, dragging her so she's standing between my open legs, body still flush against mine.

She licks her lips, a pink blush on her cheeks and neck.

"Matthew," she whispers.

I groan.

"Do you know how hard you make me when you say my name like that?" I grab her hand and place it over my slacks-covered cock.

She squeezes it.

"Do you know how hot rolled-up sleeves on a man are?"

"Consider all my sleeves rolled from now on."

She chuckles softly. Hannah's been through some shit, and if I can make her happy? I'll do whatever I can for the rest of my life to make this woman happy.

She looks downand is uncharacteristically shy.

"What is it, baby?" I ask, tilting her face back up to me with my fingers on her chin.

"I slept with Rico...and Santiago..." she whispers and I smile. She's worried I'll reject her because she's been with them.

"Were they any good?"

She bites her lip and nods. "They were both just what I needed at the time."

"And now? What do you need right now?" I bend and bring my mouth to the shell of her ear. "Are you feeling needy right now, Hannah?" I growl, my voice low and strained with lust.

She squeezes me again and my breath stalls in my lungs.

She nods, and the look in her eyes floors me. For a moment we're back in High School and I'm just fantasizing about her. Her big blue eyes looking up at me with such open and honest lust.

Her hands run up my chest while mine settle on her lower back.

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