Page 23 of Royal Hacker

“God, fuck me harder, Sam.”

I pulled back and pushed inside hard and fast. The moan that escaped Patty’s mouth made me move harder.

I could feel Patty’s walls start to massage my cock. “Come, baby,” I demanded in her ear.

Patty moaned as her body exploded around me. I could feel her muscles spasming around my length. It was so intense, it was almost painful.

“Yes,” Patty screamed while her head went back.

Once Patty went over the top, I unleashed a hard thrust and roared my release.

I rolled off Patty, and she moaned with the loss. I pulled her into my chest. We remained motionless for the next few minutes. I could feel her hands gliding over my shoulders to my lower back then up again.

“That was amazing,” Patty whispered into my chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I was the happiest man in the world. “Close your eyes and relax.”

Patty shifted closer to me, flashing her mesmerizing green eyes. “I want to go again,” Patty demanded as her stomach betrayed her and growled.

“How about we feed you, and then we go for round two?”

We spent the rest of the weekend in bed, enjoying each other’s body.

12

Sam

During the two weeks since I’d returned from Austin, Patty and I had settled into a routine. It wasn’t so much to protect her as I wanted to be with her every day. Patty hadn’t received any more threats, but I was a little worried we were letting our guard down too much and might get blindsided.

When I walked into my bathroom, it seemed like Patty had exploded in there. Her hair products took up the counter. On the floor were purple pieces of hair. We spent about the same amount of time at each other’s house. I laughed when we came to my apartment one night, and ten Amazon boxes were waiting for us. It seemed Patty had ordered everything she and Lemon needed to be able to stay at my house and not miss anything.

Every day that passed, I seemed to fall deeper and deeper for Patty. She kept me on my toes. When I did something wrong, she would mess with my phone or computer to let me know I’d crossed a line. The one thing I used to get back on her good side was Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

I’d spent most of the previous night bringing Patty to the brink of orgasm many times. Right before she would explode, I would stop. After hearing Patty whimper in frustration, the fifth time, I let her over the edge. Seeing Patty shudder under my touch was fantastic. The look of bliss that overtook her when she went over the edge was worth the wait.

When she’d come out of her orgasm haze, I climbed up and pushed into her hard and fast. She moaned and fell apart again in my arms. Afterward, we spent the rest of the night snuggled in my bed, unable to move a muscle.

Patty had already vacated the bed that morning. Because she would need to leave for work soon, I assumed she and Lemon were in the kitchen, having breakfast. When I walked into the kitchen, Patty was saying something to the toaster. For someone who could do a lot with a computer and other technology, she sure didn’t know how to use any kitchen appliances. She blamed it on having staff her whole life. I suspected she did it on purpose, so I would cook for her.

Lemon was watching her, hoping she would get the burnt toast. The kitchen area smelled like she had already burnt the whole loaf of bread. Lemon was doing her best to look starved, which was not even close to the case. She ate better than most humans.

Patty looked amazing in her white button-down blouse and skin-tight jeans. I walked up behind her while she was still in an argument with the toaster and pulled her body in front of mine.

“Do you want me to help?”

She gave the cutest little huff before she turned in my arms. She wrapped hers around my neck for a morning kiss. “It would be so much easier if we would call out for our meals. Then I wouldn’t have to figure out how to use this stupid toaster, or I could pay someone to come and cook for us.” Her reply was muffled due to her head being pressed against my chest.

We’d discussed it a million times. I didn’t understand why I needed a chef to come into my house when I could cook for myself. She kept talking about a local chef she used to cook her meals a couple times a week. This Chef Anne would premake the meals that needed to be reheated in the oven.

“How about we have your chef make us a couple meals a week and see how it goes? The other nights, let’s cook together and see what we can come up with.”

I could tell she was trying not to get too excited by me caving.

“Okay, if you don’t mind. Chef Anne is going to be so excited. I’ve not used her since we started dating and miss her Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup cheesecake.”

“I’m not used to people cooking for me. Let’s take these lifestyle changes in baby steps.”

“Okay.”

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