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Craving her.
I’m no stranger to being attracted to a woman, but this feels miles beyond simple attraction. This feels…different. It’s a whole new level of feeling, a depth I never knew existed. And it’s not just about her looks or a fleeting moment of lust. It’s something that goes much deeper, a connection I’ve never felt with anyone else in my life. Abby has a way about her, a combination of strength and vulnerability that just draws me in. So many times, I’ve found myself content just to be near her, my pulse racing simply at the sight of her laughing. My gut clenching when I see her sad or distracted.
This feeling…
It’s as exhilarating as it is terrifying. I fear the lengths I would go to release her from the hold her ex has on her.
Jack Midfield.
Oh yeah, I looked the jerk up. He’s the only son of a very wealthy couple, and he runs an investment firm. At surface level, the man is the ideal son, friend, and boyfriend. But it’s what’s beneath all that crap that interests me. I live by a code as ahacker to never infiltrate people’s personal lives and dig into what they don’t want revealed—unless it’s necessary.
Everyone has secrets, but some people don’t deserve to keep theirs.
So for Abby, I was happy to dig into Jack Midfield’s secrets. But when I hacked into his computer, I wasn’t interested in the photos from the secret sex parties the man likes to attend, or the endless explicit recordings he kept of himself and other women. After confirming the acts were consensual and that none of the women in those videos was Abby, I decided it wasn’t something that deserved much of my attention. If I was going to go against my code and violate the man’s privacy, then I was going to make it count.
When I found the encrypted files, I knew I was onto something. I worked for days decrypting them and finally uncovered emails and financial records I imagine would ruin Jack Midfield more than a few sex videos ever could. Records that expose fraud, corruption, and shady businesses deals he tries hard to hide.
That scumbag ex showed up to embarrass and scare the woman I have feelings for, and I will make him pay for it. I’ll use everything I can to fuck up his life so badly that there will be nothing left to scrape off the sidewalk when I’m through with him.
But first, I need to stop the love of my life from running away.
I glance patiently at my wristwatch before leaning back against the cool brick wall. It’s particularly chilly tonight, and I’m glad I brought a jacket in case she needs it. My gaze drifts to the back door, the dim light from a streetlamp barely illuminating its frame.
It’s almost ten, and any moment now…
Just as the thought sets in, the back door creaks and I straighten up, alert. This is the exit most of the staff use for delivery or taking trash out, and I knew it was the one she’d use to sneak out. The door slowly begins to open, and I watch a dark figure emerge. I immediately recognize her silhouette, would know it was her even if it was pitch-dark with how my heart hammers at her presence.
I don’t immediately announce myself, taking a moment to observe her in.
Christ above, Abby Chester is a sight to behold.
Bruises or not, she’s easily the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Even now, I can’t help but notice the way the moonlight dances over the delicate curve of her neck or the way her jet-black hair falls across her shoulders as she turns around to make sure she’s not being followed before slowly pushing the door closed.
She’s magnificent.
And I am deeply and helplessly in love with her.
“Going somewhere?”
Her body stills when my voice cuts through the quiet night. I watch in amusement as she freezes mid-step, her entire frame stiffening. Her head snaps up, eyes widening in surprise when she finally spots me.
“R-Ransom.” Her voice carries to me in a whisper. “I… What are you doing here?”
“I thought I would come out for some air,” I say, my eyes locked on hers, wishing for better lighting so I can see her beautiful eyes which are a striking mix of gray and blue, like the depth of a glacier. They remind me of the sky before a rainstorm—a perfect representation of what this girl does to me.
I want her.
Desperately.
Christ, I can almost see it. Backing her against the wall and clashing my mouth against hers, wrapping my arms around her body and pulling her flush against me as I pull air from her lips and into my lungs. Breathing her in until I can’t tell where she begins and I end. I’d trail my lips over her smooth skin, licking at it and finding her pleasure points. I’d explore her body, learn her the same way I dissect a computer system until I know the ins and outs of it, delicately until she weeps for me to give her sweet release.
Over and over again I’d kiss the sensitive parts of her body, and when she’s close to losing her mind, then and only then would I give in to my own pleasure. Taking her slowly against the wall, pounding my aching cock into her warmth.
Fuck, I bet she’d feel great, her pussy wrapped all around me. Her face buried in the crook of my neck, hot breath fanning my skin as I hammer into her, harder and faster until she’s sobbing my name.
Until her fucking ex is nothing but a distant memory.
Christ, I’m so fucking aroused just thinking about it.
