Page 31 of Hacker Beloved

I slid my hand down Zayla’s body, pressing my thumb against her clit and rubbing it in small circles.

“Reach between your legs and do what I’m doing to your clit,” I said and watched as she eagerly mimicked my movements, her own fingers replacing mine.

“I’m close,” Zayla whispered as I traced an ever-tightening spiral around her nipple.

“CJ, stop,” I said, and he obeyed immediately and leaned back. “Hold me while Zayla slides down my cock,” I said.

Her eyes widened a fraction, “But I’ve never been on top—” She began to protest, but I cut her off with a smile.

“Well, today you will be. Unless you want to stop.”

She rose on her knees, moving one to the other side of my body. CJ grasped my cock. “Wait,” I said. “CJ, grab a condom.”

CJ’s eyes widened in realization as he rose from the bed, grabbed a condom from our bag, and tore it open with his teeth. He slid the rubber down my shaft, and anticipation surged through me as CJ grasped my cock. Zayla lowered herself onto me, her tight sex clamping around me while I cradled her hips in my hands. CJ crawled to the side of the bed and captured one of Zayla’s nipples in his mouth.

Zayla began to move up and down my length, her head thrown back as sweet moans left her lips. I reached up and cupped her breasts as she rode my cock. When I pinched her nipples, her sex clamped down around me, and we both came. Zayla collapsed against my chest and buried her face in my neck.

CJ gently lifted Zayla off me. I pulled off the condom and threw it into the trash can beside the bed. I rolled on my side just in time to see CJ push into Zayla’s pussy. The two of them groaned in unison as he thrust into her. I rested on my side, running my hand down Zayla’s stomach until I reached her sex and felt CJ’s cock push inside her again. I pulled my hand back and cupped her breast.

“Tilt her hips further up,” I said.

CJ slowed down just enough to slide a pillow under Zayla’s ass.

“CJ,” Zayla moaned. “I can’t last much longer.”

CJ pushed his tempo faster. His mouth came down on Zayla’s, and together they came. For a moment, only heavy breathing filled the air as CJ rolled to the side and disappeared into the bathroom.

Zayla lay sprawled in the middle of the bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps. After a few moments, CJ returned carrying two damp washcloths and handed one to me. As I began wiping away the sweat from her skin, she shivered and opened her eyes.

“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to cover herself with her hands.

CJ lightly smacked the side of her leg and chuckled softly. “Shy? You didn’t have any problem when my mouth was on your sweet pussy,” he teased.

Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red at his words.

“It just feels so much more intimate,” she murmured.

“This is nothing compared to what we will do in the future,” CJ replied.

We finished cleaning Zayla’s skin before I went into the bathroom to take care of myself. When I returned to the bedroom, CJ and Zayla were already tucked under the covers, their soft snores filling the room. I climbed into bed with them and rested my arms across Zayla’s stomach.

CJ’s eyes opened, and he whispered, “I love you.” A moment later, he was fast asleep.

No matter how hard I tried to drift off, I just couldn’t. My thoughts kept going through every possible thing that could go wrong when Zayla retrieved the safe deposit box.

13

ZAYLA

My heel clickedagainst the marble floor as I stepped through the main doors of the New York First Bank. The sharp blast of air conditioning did nothing to help with the beads of sweat dripping down my back. My heart pounded with each step I took further into the bank. I noticed a line of people waiting to see the cashiers, but I needed to find the bank manager.

“Stay calm! You’re doing perfect,” CJ murmured, his voice steady through the hidden comm link in my ear. CJ and I weren’t the only ones with earpieces. Asher, Antonio, Kat, and Paolo could hear every word spoken over our private channel. When CJ had handed me the tiny white device to put in my ear, he rambled on about the private encrypted channel he’d created for us to talk with. The moment the word encryption left his mouth, I’d tuned the rest out.

“A man near the fake tree on his phone,” Antonio clipped over the channel.

Paolo and CJ were in a surveillance van outside the bank. CJ had hacked the camera feed to watch my every step. Paolo was in the van to keep a lookout for any Russo men or Silk Dragon members.

Asher was across the street, and Antonio was inside the bank separately from me. He had on a business suit and sat in the waiting area to see a private banker. I wasn’t sure where Kat was located, but she’d left the hotel with us, dressed head to toe in all black.

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