Page 34 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
She follows my instructions, and together Harper and I breathe as I peer up at the screen closest to Oliver—it’s usually the most important.
Harper’s profile, a still shot of her at a computer not her own, and a password for some encrypted files. Four tries left.
What has our little girl been up to? Why did Oliver let her get this far?
Then I see the trail and the dark look in Oliver’s features.
“Someone breached our system.” My voice is low, as even as I can manage with the anger expanding inside of me.
“Yes.”
Someone has been actively searching through it. But for what?
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
Fuck. Oliver not knowing is like Einstein getting a simple math problem wrong.
“But I’m going to find out,” he promises.
Harper is holding her breath again. My hand shifts around to her chest, high enough to not feel invasive. “Breathe.”
My nose dips toward her ear, brushing the shell and finding the silk texture of her hair. She smells like coconuts.
“Keep going.” I breathe with her. My chest expands against her back as her chest presses against my hand with each inhale. And we take each step together until her lungs fill and exhale at a slow, even pace without my prodding.
I’m surprised by how satisfying it is to help her.
It only takes a couple of minutes to calm her completely, then her hand covers my own, and she whispers. “I’m okay. Thank you.”
I nod, trying not to delight in the way she shivers from the contact, and release her slowly, standing to examine the screen Oliver is actively working on, where he’s picking through bits of code, following traces that would take me long minutes to decipher in the few seconds it takes him to understand.
There’s so much information they can access with serious skill like this.
“Did they find what they’re looking for?”
“Yes and no.” Oliver’s fingers fly across the keyboard, clacking a steadying rhythm as I wait for him to elaborate.
Harper leans forward beside me, her elbows on her knees and her eyes still a bit panicked and wild. Her posture elongates the V of her shirt and doubles the volume of her breasts visible beneath it.
Fuck, I want to sink my teeth into them.
“They’re in my log. They can see every feed I’ve hacked over the last two weeks.” Oliver’s words are clipped, cold, calculating. “And they’re focusing on one trend.”
I swear I hear his back molars cracking as he clenches his jaw and overrides the system to shut it down. Boot them out.
“What trend?” Harper asks, her voice soft, breathy, scared.
What did she go digging into that has our bonafide cyber security genius in this much of a tizzy? If Oliver can ever be said to be in a tizzy. Even now, his energy is focused instead of chaotic.
That’s what makes him so good at his job. It’s rather like when you put a gun in my hand.
Oliver feeds the machine one more set of directions before he looks at Harper—heat, rage, desire kaleidoscoping all over his face. “You.”
She shakes her head like she doesn’t understand. She probably doesn’t because Oliver has been watching her illegally for some time. A lot longer than he suspects we know, but since he would never do anything to her, I’ve never seen the harm in his vigilance.
But now, if these people have access to that footage, they’re clearly after her. Whoever they are.
