Page 30 of Hacker Salvation

Her eyes opened. “Move, John. I want to feel you move inside me.”

I flexed my hips, meeting her heated flesh.

“Please,” she begged with each thrust. Her breathy moan almost caused me to come. “I need you.” With every thrust, a moan escaped her luscious lips. Annabella raised her knees and wrapped her ankles around my back. With the new position, I went deeper inside of her. She met each of my thrusts and tightened herself each time.

My breathing was erratic. I reached between us and pinched her clit. She screamed out my name as she went over the edge. Her voice was loud and raspy. Her muscles pulsed, and she ground against me to drag out her climax. God, it felt like a silky explosion. I couldn’t wait to do this again.

“John…”

I was lost in passion, chasing my own orgasm. My hips thrust hard, and my ass flexed with each thrust. Neither of us expected her to come again. When her muscles tightened around me, I lost control and went over the edge with her.

I rested my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath. We were both breathing heavy. When I rolled off of her and moved to get off the bed, Annabella whined at the loss of connection.

“I will be right back.” I tied off the condom and threw it in the trash before I snuggled back into bed next to Annabella. She pressed her body against mine.

I slowly dragged my finger along her arm. “I have a question for you, Annabella.”

“Hmm.” She was still in an orgasm-induced coma.

“Did you like when I spanked you?” I hadn’t planned on doing anything from the BDSM lifestyle, even on a small scale, until we’d talked about it.

She covered her face with her hands. “I didn’t think I would, but I really liked it.”

I tugged her hands down. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” I pulled her over so I could capture her lips.

We spent the rest of the night making love.

13

Annabella

“Are you ready?” John asked from the driver’s side.

Over the past three days, a lot had changed. Neal and Addie had worked together to dig through Nate’s computer and phone records. When they found Nate had been talking with the mafia, Addie dug deeper into the crime family. It seemed the mob kept records of gambling debts digitally. From the movies, I assumed they only kept gambling debts in a notebook, locked in a safe.

Nate’s dad was in debt to the mafia. When Addie and Neal had found the information, Neal contacted Marta. She admitted her dad was in deep with the crime family. She didn’t think the mafia would actually kill Nate. Marta said the crime family had sent someone to her house to scare her into telling her dad he needed to pay up and to show they could get to Marta. She admitted that after the encounter, she’d hired her own personal security. Nate had stayed with the firm to protect his sister. His dad hadn’t paid up when they came to Marta. Nate had, and he’d stayed at the firm to keep an eye on her even though she’d hired her own security. Nate’s family trust was monitored by Nate, and he gave his dad an allowance that was nothing close to what the man owed. So his dad had started to use the law firm to repay the gambling debt. After Nate tried to stop taking the cases, I’d found him almost beaten to death. I wished Nate would have hired his own security. The mafia thought if they made it look like they’d killed Nate, he would come out of hiding. Nate’s dad’s debt had grown, and instead of paying, he had run.

Last week, he lost a case, and one of the top men in the mafia was now going to prison for life. When Nate left the courthouse, he was taken and beaten again. The blood I’d found in the bathroom was from a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding. Vito had also sent people to Pedro’s house to let Nate know they could get to him. They were sending a message that he should never lose another case.

Luckily, John and Neal had met with Vito the day before to discuss what was going on. Neal showed Vito the evidence he’d found against the mob and threatened to turn it over to the police. It was a bluff on our part. The sheriff couldn’t use the evidence we collected because we’d gotten it without warrants. Vito was surprised to find out about the bomb and the cut brakes. He also said they’d never contacted Pedro’s mom. So someone was still trying to frame me for murder and wanted access to the video in the house.

Vito told John that he’d called Carmine to come find Nate, not kill him. The older mobster went on to explain he would rather have Nate alive and working for him. After a lengthy discussion, the mobster agreed they would not make Nate take any more criminal cases. Neal was going to hold on to a copy of the evidence we had against the mob just in case we needed it in the future.

The car bomb and Nate running had nothing to do with the other. The mob swore up and down they weren’t the ones who’d contacted the police or Pedro’s mom. But someone was still working on framing me.

Nate had agreed to meet us at the sheriff’s office to prove he was alive and clear my name.

“Let’s do this, and then we can get back to our lives.” I tried to keep a smile on my face as I said the last part. John and I had had lots of mind-blowing sex over the past three days, but we hadn’t talked about what might happen when my case was completely cleared. I reached for the handle of the rented SUV.

John met me halfway around the SUV and grabbed my hand. “It will be okay, Beautiful.”

He pulled the doors to the station open for me. I hadn’t been back since the day I was arrested and the deputy took me to a small room to ask me questions about murdering my fiancé. The lady behind the counter sneered when she saw me, but the second her eyes landed on John, she sat up straighter and ran her fingers through her hair. I wanted to claw her eyes out. I still didn’t understand how the man didn’t see how hot he was.

John walked up to the desk. “We’re here to see Sheriff Clark.”

“Let me call back for him.” The woman’s voice came out all girly. When I’d asked her a simple question the last time I was there, she could barely look up from her phone to answer me. “He will be right out. Is there anything I can get you?”

“No,” John said. “We’re fine.” He guided me to a seat in the waiting room. We sat down next to each other, and he gripped my hand. “You looked so scared that day I picked you up from here.”

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