Page 45 of Web of Lies
The moment his footsteps fade, Riley spins on her heels and slips into the waiting elevator. "That was close," she mutters as the doors slide shut behind her, and she holds her ID to the control panel before pressing the button.
"You did well, although it was easy to tell that you were lying." I snort.
She whirls around, eyes flashing. "I'm a great liar."
"I'm sorry to inform you, but you're not." Her chest rises as she takes a deep breath, clearly biting back her response. Instead, she turns away, her shoulders stiff, chin lifted as if ignoring me. The elevator hums, the numbers ticking upward. With a soft ping, the elevator slows to a stop. The doors slide open to reveal a sterile waiting area. At the far end looms a massive wooden door, standing out against the otherwise clinical surroundings.
Riley doesn't hesitate. She steps out, and I follow close behind, the echo of our footsteps bouncing against the clean walls.
"I'm surprised he doesn't have someone guarding the door all night," I say, my attention falling on the large desk positioned just outside the office, slightly to the side.
"They don't need to," Riley says, reaching for the door handle. "They're only one push of a button away. In case of an emergency, the Hunt family and a special response team will be notified, and the situation will be dealt with in no time."
"So, someone is sitting in a hidden room right now?" I cock an eyebrow.
"No, since he's out of town, the special unit left with him."
"I see." As we step through the huge door, my gaze sweeps across the spacious, sterile office. In the center of the room stands a large desk with a perfect view of the colorfully lit marina. "I've gotta admit, he's got a great view from up here."
"He does," Riley says, her voice flat, as if lost in thought. My attention is drawn to her as she circles the large desk, pushes the chair back, and flips open the laptop sitting on top of it. I walk up behind her and look at the screen. Riley's fingers dance across the keyboard as she presses various keys until she hits Enter. The password successfully loads, and eventually, the screen jumps to his desktop.
"You know his password?"
"Yes, for all his devices. In the case of an emergency where even his siblings can't step in anymore, the head of IT is responsible for wiping everything out."
"He really trusts you. Huh?"
She pauses midway through pulling the flash drive from her bag. Her shoulder tenses, and the look on her face morphs from concentration to a hint of regret as the corners of her mouth twitch downward.
"He does," she says in a whisper. "It took time for me to prove myself to him." She continues plugging the flash drive into the laptop and starts the process of transferring all his data.
"And yet..." The corners of my mouth curve into a smirk as I step behind her. I reach around her and plant my palms flat on the table, trapping her and leaving her with no room to escape. Leaning in close to her ear, I say, "Here you are, breaking that trust like the bad, bad girl you are."
Her breath hitches, her body pushing back into mine. "Don't..."
"Don't what?" My tone drops, laced with mocking innocence. "Are you worried?" I tilt my head closer, my lips grazing her ear."That he's going to be angry with you? That you'll lose your spot as his favorite?"
"Shut up," she hisses, the pitch in her voice jumping up.
A chuckle vibrates in my chest, pressing my chest against her back. "I'm just curious about what he'd say. You, breaking into his office… stealing his most private files… and bringing me along, of all people." My hips brush against hers. She bumps into the table, her palms smacking flat against the desk.
"He will never know."
"What a shame." I bring my lips close to her ear and plant a soft kiss on it. "I'd love to see the look on his face when he finds out you've been naughty." I sigh the last word into her ear. Then, I move one hand from the desk to her thigh, running my fingertips up her smooth skin until I reach the hem of her skirt. Her breathing quickens, and her back rises and falls against my chest as she gasps for air. I grab the laptop screen with my other hand and shove it aside.
"Kyle." My name falls from her lips in an attempt to sound annoyed.
"Baby, what would your dear, darling boss think if I fucked you on his desk?" I push, slipping my hand between her thighs and pressing my fingers against her clothed pussy.
"He'd be pissed," she stammers, rocking her hips against my hand.
"Right." I press a soft kiss against her ear while rolling her clit between my fingertips. "You've been so good and loyal to him for years. Isn't it time you let yourself be bad for one night?" With a soft moan, she tilts her head to the side, giving me access to trail soft kisses down her neck. "Do you want that?" I ask, bringing my other hand to her stomach and slipping my fingers under her lace top to cup her tit in my palm.
"Yes," a moan falls from her lips as she melts into my embrace. Without hesitation, I hook my fingers into the thin fabric of herthong and tear through the sheer material, leaving a big hole. My fingers instantly return to her, landing flat over her clit, and I roll it before giving it a flick. Her eyes fall shut, and her lips part. With my other hand, I give her tit a firm squeeze while tugging on the piercing on her nipple.
As she throws her head back and gasps for air, I seize the opportunity to lean forward and capture her lips in a messy kiss, silencing her quiet huffs. My tongue slips into her mouth and curls around hers in a passionate embrace that she has no desire to resist.
My fingers slip over her slick folds, her arousal dripping all over my hand. "Fuck," I groan, heat pools in my core as blood pumps into my cock, and my jeans grow tighter by the second. "You're dripping wet, Baby, " I say, sliding two fingers to her opening and easing them in as her soft flesh throbs around the intrusion. "Who would have thought you'd be so eager to get fucked in your boss's office?" Her moans grow louder as I pump my fingers inside her while pinching her nipple. I lower my head to her neck and run my tongue over her warm skin.
