Chapter 17
Sierra should have been here by now. I look at the clock in the office. It’s 4:30 pm; she’s always here by now. Did she get in her head last night after we fucked? Is she running scared, or did something happen? Whichever it is, I’m not sittin’ here, waiting to find out.
Grabbing my keys, I lock the office and go to the bar. “Dancer, I gotta go. You gonna be alright?”
She looks up from the drink she’s making. “Yeah, I’ll be good, and Demon’s coming to do the books.”
Narrowing my eyes, I reply, “How you know he’s coming? He hasn’t called yet.”
“Bye, Hacker.” She laughs. I shake my head and leave Stilettos.
Her Navigator sits in the driveway; I pull up behind her and park my Harley. I go up to the front door and knock.
She answers with wide, surprised eyes. “Hacker, what are you doing here?”
I narrow my eyes and frown. “You’re late for work.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “You track down all your employees?”
“Just the ones I fucked the night before who don’t show up the next day. What’s going on, why didn’t you come to work?”
She points at me. “Because of that right there!” Her tone rises with each word she spews at me.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“What happened between us. That’s not me, that’s not who I am, and I’m not going to be just another notch for you.”
“Hold on for one damn second. Let me in so we can talk about this.” She moves out of the doorway, and I step through. “You think it makes you look bad that we fucked?” My brow cocks.
She sighs and relaxes some. “No, I don’t think it makes me look bad, Hacker. I haven’t been with anyone since my husband and we were together for over twenty years. I’m just saying I don’t have one-night stands, I don’t just go around fucking people.” She looks down at the floor.
I reach out, touching her arm. Her gaze meets mine. “I love that I’m the first since your ex, but who said you were just another notch? I’ve had my fair share of notches, but none have been with any of my employees. If I wanted a notch I’d go to the compound and get my cock wet by one of the whores.”
She stares at me with pursed lips. “You didn’t even kiss me. You kissed my forehead and told me to go home.”
I throw my arms in the air. “’Cause I knew you was tired. Christ, woman! Get out of that fuckin’ head of yours. You want a kiss?”
She bites her bottom lip to keep from smiling and nods. Reaching up, I touch her cheek with my thumb, caress her skin, and move my hand through her hair to the nape of her neck. Gripping her hair tightly, I tilt her head back and crush my lips against hers. I press my tongue against the seam of her lips, waiting for her to open. When she does, I slide my tongue against hers and begin to explore her mouth, tasting her. She moans and wraps her arms around my neck before deepening the kiss.
I pull back. “How was that for a kiss?” I tease.
Her fingers touch her lips as she looks up at me through hooded eyes. “We have an hour. Before everyone gets back.”
I growl, “Bedroom!” She takes off running, laughing. I chase her and catch up as she stops at a door and opens it.
I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her into my chest, and crash my lips onto hers. She throws her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. She lets a quiet moan out into my mouth and my cock jerks behind my zipper.
I break away from the kiss. “This is gonna be hard and fast, Red. You good with that?”
“Oh, yeah.” She grins and nods.
We ravage each other, removing every offending piece of material that obstructs us. I stand frozen, staring at her naked body as she leans against the wall. “You’re beautiful.” I blow out a deep breath. Her pale skin is lightly dusted with freckles, and her tits are full and perky, with hard rosy nipples. Her flat stomach leads to the perfect curve of her hips. Taking a few steps towards her, I bend and take a nipple into my mouth. I roll my tongue around the tight bud and release it before moving to the other and showing it the same attention. “Spread your legs and wrap one around my waist.”
She does as I command, I line up to her entrance, and in one quick thrust I’m all the way in. She moans loudly and a deep growl rips from my chest. I lift her up against the wall, and her other leg wraps around me automatically as I thrust into her. I don’t hold back and each stroke I deliver intensifies her screams. My fingers burrow into her hips, and her nails dig into my back. I fuckin’ love it!
“Christ, you feel so fuckin’ good,” I tell her before smashing my mouth against hers. Our tongues duel in a fight of their own want and need.
I pick up even more speed, driving into her wet heat and causing my orgasm to build in my spine. Her walls begin tightening around me, practically strangling my cock.
Her head hits the wall. “Hacker!” she calls my name as her release takes over.
A few deeper thrusts and I let go inside of her, growl her name, and kiss the crook of her neck. Keeping us connected, I walk us to her bed and break away from her so we can lie down. I pull her into my embrace and run my fingers up and down her back.
Her fingers trace the hair on my chest. “You haven’t had sex with anyone from Stilettos?”
“No. I usually don’t mix business with pleasure.” I kiss the top of her head. “You were the first.” I feel her smile against my skin.
The front door slams shut. She starts to pop up, but I hold her down. “Stay here.”
Her gaze meets mine. “We should go. We need to go to work.”
“We have time.” She lies back down and we stay there quietly, enjoying the feel of each other.