Page 4 of Loved By the Hacker

I looked up and thought if I had the balls to move on with my life, this was exactly the kind of man I would want to do it with. I didn’t know him in the least. Not his name, where he was from, nothing. But I did know there was something about him that called me.

“Yeah, honey,” I whispered with a soft smile.

The whole thing was a sham. One that by the looks of Jack’s face we were selling. So, in for a dollar, in for a pound. I rose to the tips of my toes and kissed him again.

“Fucking slut,” Jack sneered.

Jack knew how to pull punches with his words. It wasn’t the first time he’d called me names, and I would have been more than okay to let it go. But by the way Tall, Dark, and Handsome pulled away from me and reached for Jack’s throat, his big hand wrapping around it before he stepped forward and leaned over Jack, he really didn’t like that.

“Youevertalk to her like that again, you’ll have to deal with me, do you understand?” he threatened. Each word sounded clear and slow. Almost like he was taking his time dishing out the threat. Jack squeaked, and his eyes looked like they were going to pop. “I didn’t hear you,” he growled into the side of Jack’s face.

“Yes!” Jack squealed.

“You don’t exist for her. You don’t talk to her. You don’t go to places you think she might be at. You do not breathe the same air. Is that understood?” Jack gasped and nodded before my sexy, obviously overprotective stranger let him go. “Take your girl and get the fuck out of here,” he demanded, dismissing Jack like he was nothing but trash.

My sexy stranger turned his attention back to me. “You ready to get out of here, baby? We have a long night ahead of us.” The promise in his voice was more than crystal clear.

He had just threatened my asshole ex right in front of me. That alone should have made him a walking red flag. Not only that, I didn’t know his name. But for some reason, I was turned on.Big time!My breasts felt heavy and achy as they rose and fell. All I could think about was taking him back to my place and showing him just how grateful I was.

My brother had just told me the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else, and maybe he wasn’t wrong?

“I’m ready.” And I was.

After months of feeling like I was stuck, I was finally ready for anything.

Oleg

“I’m ready,” she answered almost breathlessly.

I took her hand in mine, and we hurried out of the bar without sparing her ex a second look. I opened the door for her and led her through the darkened parking lot and straight to my oversized SUV I’d left at the far end of the lot.

I was about to open the door to the passenger door but couldn’t help myself. I pinned her against the door, shielding her body with mine, pressing my front to hers, before taking her lips once again. I didn’t ask for permission, either. The kiss was demanding and passionate. Wet and urgent. This beautiful woman had a chokehold on me, and I couldn’t get enough.

My sweet butterfly submitted to it. I knew she was perfect, but she only got better by the second. I couldn’t wait to see what other ways she submitted to me. Gave me what I asked for because she knew I was only interested in making her feel as good as possible and only had her best interest in mind. We got wrapped up in the moment.

Our fronts pressed against one another so close I could feel the tight buds of her nipples dragging against my chest. I only pulled away when my lungs started to burn for oxygen.

“Shit,” I cursed raggedly against her perfect lips, “Your kisses are addictive, beautiful.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” she countered almost breathlessly as we both tried to catch our breath.

“You ready to get out of here still?” I asked, giving her an out my body was yelling at me for.

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation and nothing but confidence.

“Thank fuck,” I grunted, opening the door, then watched as she slid in. I moved to put her seatbelt on and felt her gaze on me. “Precious cargo,” I mumbled my explanation. Once she was all set, I gave her a quick kiss before I shut the door and hurried to my side of the vehicle.

The drive felt like hours yet seconds. I couldn’t remember a thing about what the roads were like, and who could have blamed me? If they knew my sweet little butterfly’s hand was on my thigh, her dark gaze on me, watching me while her tits rose and fell, they would have understood. I parked in front of the cabin I had decided to rent and glanced at her. One look was like tossing gasoline into a brush fire. I wasn’t sure who moved first, but one moment, we were in our seats, and the next, we were all but pouncing on one another.

I helped bring Coral to my lap and pulled the lever to move my car seat as far back as it would go. I’d never dreamt of this. Having her on top of me already, so soon, but fuck if I was going to pump the brakes on anything. Her hips started to roll against my aching cock, and my hands moved to her hips, pulling the fabric of her dress up higher and higher, letting my fingers skim the impossibly smooth skin of the back of her thighs.

“You feel so good,” I groaned. She licked the seam of my lips before pulling away.

“I was about to say that to you.” She giggled, and that’s when she surprised me. Coral leaned back and started to work my belt off, all without looking away.

“How much did you drink tonight?” I asked, and she gave me a little bratty grin. One that made me thicker and harder. Shit, the woman was going to be the end of me.

“Why? You want me to do a breathalyzer test?” she sassed, and I chuckled darkly.

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