Page 44 of Hacker Beloved

“The night is still early. I think we should have a marathon of sex,” Asher said.

I chuckled and then said, “I might need to start hitting the gym to keep up with you two. My body feels like I participated in a triathlon.”

CJ nipped my shoulder. “You are perfect. But I think we need to increase the butt plug more tonight.”

“Maybe…” I paused before I addressed Asher. “I have a question. CJ called you Master. I don’t know all the protocols and such, am I supposed to?”

“One day, I hope you will call CJ and me both, Master, but we have to earn your trust first. When scening with me, I’m in charge of both of you. But when you’re with CJ alone, you need to listen to what he says. Once you go through training, I will expect you to call us both, ‘Sir.’”

For hours, we lay there talking and having sex. I hadn’t even counted how many times I orgasmed, but I was in utter bliss. My eyes started to drift closed when a siren went off in the room.

CJ groaned and flopped over on his back. “I swear AA Security better of been hacked, and the team couldn’t get a hold of anyone else.”

The deafening noise quit.

“Don’t bother getting it. Someone else can take care of things,” Asher spoke with his eyes closed.

Except the damn thing sounded a second time. CJ swung his legs over the bed, and I watched as his naked ass bent down to retrieve his phone from his pants’ pocket. “I swear I’m going to rain the full wrath of my hacker skills down on you…”

He paused. His eyes went wide.

“Well, fuck.”

CJ climbed back into bed, and I curled up against his chest. I could only hear the muffled voice from the phone.

“Run the face through the tracking system and see if the person is still in New York.”

That comment had Asher sitting up in bed. The sheet fell from his chest, exposing his naked body.

“Fine, you are good at your job,” CJ ended the call and tapped on his screen.

“Isaac decided to try his hand at fixing the video to get an image, and he did it...”

Asher scooted closer as CJ clicked the video link, and the cameras replayed the scene. I’d just fallen. The woman walked in straight for us. The filter being removed made it easier to view as she picked up the folders and headed back out the front.

“Wait, play it again.” I grabbed the phone out of CJ’s hands and watched every second. To be sure, I played the same video a third time. “You guys said she grabbed everything.”

CJ nodded. “Do you see her not grab something?”

“The tape recorder.”

CJ and Asher glanced at each other. “What tape recorder? All we saw you with was the folders.”

“Yes, I put the recorder in my back pocket. When I put my clothes back on at the hospital, all my things were there except the tape recorder. Then when I asked where everything was, you said she got it all.”

Asher jumped out of bed and grabbed his phone. “Shit, it’s already ten in the morning. Paolo parked the car underground. I’ll call an Uber and have Paolo meet me at Wreckers. My guess is it fell out when we drove to the medical center. If I don’t find it there, I’ll head to the hospital.”

Wreckers was the company we’d used to rent the surveillance van.

“Wait, why are you going alone?” I asked.

Asher had already slipped his pants on. The top button was still unfastened as he strode over to the bed. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my lips. “Because you need some sleep. And CJ needs to help the team identify the person.”

An uneasy feeling filled my stomach. I didn’t like us splitting up. CJ wrapped an arm around me. “You can be my sexy assistant while I work.”

“I worry about Asher out alone,” I explained.

“Paolo will be with me. I’ll be fine,” he said. His phone was pressed to his ear as he escaped into the bathroom.

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