Page 37 of Hacker Salvation

I could feel my face redden at his words. Whenever John talked about how beautiful I was, it felt genuine. I knew he meant it, unlike the rest of the world.

“I hope you’re comfortable, Beautiful. I’m not done yet and plan to spend some more time down here.” John positioned my knees over his wide shoulders and levered one arm under my butt. He leaned down and slowly licked my clit.

I couldn’t believe how close he had me to the edge again. Each time I was about to go over, he would pull back and kiss my inner thigh. Then when my body started to come back down, he would bring me back to the edge again.

“I can’t take any more, John. I need you.” I whimpered when I felt his tongue leave my body.

“You’ve been perfect, keeping your arms up.” John leaned forward, and I felt the scarf fall from my arms. He slowly worked the tank top the rest of the way up my arms. Then he leaned down and licked my lips before he pressed his to mine. The kiss was gentle and full of need.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted my hips to get some relief. John pulled back farther. I could feel him smile against my lips. “Condom,” he said before he pulled away and grabbed his jeans off the floor. I had completely forgotten about everything except my need for him.

He ripped the wrapping with his teeth, and I watched as he sheathed himself. My fingers itched to reach out and grab his member. When he had the condom rolled down his length, he leaned over me and pressed his lips to mine.

John kept his eyes open as he gently pushed into me. He clenched his jaw, and I leaned forward and ran kisses down his neck. I was moaning and squirming by the time he was entirely inside of me. Then he stopped.

I tried to buck up against him to get him to move. “Please.”

“You feel so good,” John ground out before he leaned down and kissed my lips.

Once he started to move, I held on to him tightly. He began to thrust hard, and when he reached his hand between us and pinched my nub, my hips left the bed, and I screamed his name. John picked up the speed, and he wasn’t far behind me when I felt him let go. His body slumped, and he used his forearms to keep his weight off of me.

He leaned down and kissed my nose. “I will be right back.” John left the bed to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. His tight ass flexed with each step. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Maybe one day I would forgive Nate because being accused of his murder had brought me closer to John.

John slid into the bed next to me. “What are you thinking about, Beautiful?”

“I’m glad I got accused of murder.” John’s eyes widened. I couldn’t help but laugh and snuggle in closer. “I wouldn’t have found you if Nate didn’t cause all these issues.”

“I would rather have met you at Daisy’s party. I’m just glad I’m in your life. Now we need to figure out who is still after you.”

Tonight, I would lie in the arms of the man I was falling for, and tomorrow I would worry about who was trying to kill me.

16

Annabella

Ilay in bed, not believing how lucky I was to have found someone who cared about me. John shifted beside me. I rolled over on my side to watch him sleep, but he was already up. His eyes were full of desire. When he went to give me a kiss, my phone rang on the nightstand.

I reached over to grab it and saw my manager’s name flashing across the screen. “Yes, Marcus,” I answered.

“You need to be on set. The director said if we stop anymore, you’ll be cut.”

John reached out to pull me back into bed. I quickly ducked and made my way to the bathroom. I didn’t want to be cut from the film. I knew they wouldn’t cut me because they didn’t have time to find anyone else. The director just needed someone to yell at, and it was me.

“I’m getting ready. I will be to set on time.”

My manager hadn’t handled the press or the director well. Instead of getting out and trying to clear my name, he’d stayed quiet. He hadn’t even called to see how I was doing. I’d called the producers ofLast Lovedirectly to let them know I had been accused of murder.

An hour later, I was back on set. I couldn’t help but feeling that someone was watching me. John stood next to my chair. His eyes were hidden behind his aviator glasses. I couldn’t help the groan I let out as Roxy, my assistant on set, headed our way.

“Annabella, I had your realtor scheduled to show up yesterday, and then you disappeared. You made me look bad.”

“Someone put seafood on the lunch menu, and I had an allergic reaction. Filming was canceled after lunch. It’s your job to make sure I have what I need, and you also have a list of my allergies. Why didn’t you let me know?”

The young girl rolled her eyes. “I don’t have time to check the lunch menu for you. Shouldn’t you check what’s in the food before you shovel it into your mouth?”

I glanced at John. He shook his head, and I could tell he was about to open his mouth. I decided to address the matter before he could. “Roxy, it seems the job of being my assistant on set is too hard. You’re fired. I don’t need your help anymore.”

“You can’t fire me.”

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