Sierra
I woke up between soft silk sheets with the weight of another body next to me in the bed. I rolled over to see Gunner sleeping with his back to me. I could see the muscles in his shoulders and upper back, toned and defined just under the skin. He was a living work of art, a sculpture or painting in the flesh. My fingertips longed to touch him and trace the texture of his back.
I lay in bed for a moment to listen to his breathing. It was still in that deep, rhythmic sleeping pattern. He was out, which gave me the perfect opportunity to snoop around his grand home, even though what I really wanted to do was stroke his flesh and wake him so he could take me again.
Who the hell was this man? I was seriously considering putting myself on the line for him and jeopardizing everything that had brought me to him in the first place. No, I had to keep it together. I was there to do a job, and it was time to get to work.
I slid out of his bed carefully, placing my feet on the soft carpet. I grabbed my dress and stood up to grab my purse from in front of the bed. I slipped through the double wooden doors of his room, completely naked as I stood in the hallway overlooking the room below. I opened my purse and pulled out a rolled up pair of panties and slid them on. Then, I pulled the dress down over my head, realizing I left my bra on the floor in his room, but I figured the dress would have to do.
It was my first time seeing his house in the light. The back wall, looking out onto the stone patio with its large in ground pool and guest house in the back, was almost all glass. The golden morning light flooded the room. I saw the small, cozy living area he had arranged with three couches around a glass coffee table in front of a fire place with a flat screen TV mounted above it.
The TV was already on and turned to a news channel. I could hear the newscaster’s voice as it drifted through the house. It wasn’t up loud enough for me to hear what he was saying, but I could definitely hear the professional male tone. I figured it was simply a requirement of his house staff to have the TV on when he woke up in morning.
The wealthy did things like that. I didn’t have to understand why, especially since I had never settled down long enough to have my own house, TV, or staff. It just seemed over the top, but I wasn’t there to criticize or question his lifestyle. I needed to find the diamond, or at least figure out where he had it hidden.
Surely, he had an office somewhere in the house. I glanced over my shoulder, making sure he wasn’t standing in the doorway watching me, and tried to gauge how much time I thought I had before he woke up. I had to go with my instinct.
My instinct told me to hurry. Still, I froze. I didn’t know whether to start upstairs or down, so I took a leap of faith. I started down the stairs, and from there I crept across the marble floor to the hallway. I glanced into the kitchen and saw a couple of gentlemen drinking coffee and talking quietly over the counter. I slipped past the doorway quickly to avoid being seen. I needed to find his office.
I opened the first door I came to, and jackpot! I entered a dark, carpeted office. The walls were lined with bookshelves that held all kinds of things besides books. It seemed he probably only had enough books to fill one solid section of his shelves. The rest of the space was filled with picture frames, trophies, and other decorations and memorabilia. I wasn’t there to spy on him in the traditional sense, so I didn’t need to worry about all of that. What I needed to worry about was the laptop sitting right out in the open on the middle of his wooden desk.
I pulled his desk chair back and sat down carefully, wincing as the chair squeaked beneath my weight. I rolled it into place behind the desk as I opened his laptop. I knew I could have just found everything I was looking for, but I also knew that someone so concerned with privacy would probably have everything hiding behind a password.
No, there was no password. When I lifted the screen of the laptop, everything came right up. His email was even open for me already, but everything was encrypted. I couldn’t read the characters in front of me.
I opened another email and read it just fine. It was a joke someone had sent to his inbox. I passed it by and opened a few others. The only ones that seemed to be encrypted all came from the same sender. I opened their entire conversation and suspected it must contain the information I was hunting. Otherwise, why would it have been encrypted?
I forwarded the emails to myself quickly, hurrying so I wouldn’t get caught sitting behind his desk and fishing through his computer.
“There has to be something else,” I said aloud as I started opening desk drawers. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for—maybe a piece of paper with something written on it, maybe even the diamond itself—but I didn’t find anything. His drawers were empty. Everything had to be on his laptop.
I minimized his email window, bringing up his desktop screen. I searched over the icons on his desktop. I was looking for a file or a folder that would have had something in it to let me know what was in those emails.
I searched frantically, knowing that at any moment he was likely to pop around the corner and ask me what I was doing in there.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket to make sure I got the forwarded emails, and I was ready to just settle for that. I could send them off to Coyote and get her to decode the encryption if I couldn’t find anything else.
I put my hand on top of his laptop screen and started to close it. I wasn’t giving up. I wasn’t admitting defeat. I was simply covering my own ass. No excuse I could come up with would have explained why I was digging through his computer.
As I shut the screen, I stood up and started to walk back around his desk. That was when he walked in. I looked up and froze in my tracks, phone in hand.
I had been busted unless I could come up with a good excuse.
“Hey,” I said with a nervous laugh, trying to maintain my clueless composure.
“Good morning,” he said. He wore a white t-shirt that strained to cover his shoulders and chest, and a pair of plain white boxers that barely covered his packaged.
“Sorry, I was just looking for a phone charger,” I said, holding my phone up with its flashing notification light. “It’s almost dead, and I didn’t bring one with me. I figured you would have one in your office,” I said.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. I wasn’t sure if he was going to buy what I was telling him, but I also felt like I could count on him to play along. He definitely seemed like he wanted to keep me around a little longer for some more action.
“No, I don’t have one in here,” he said, “but I’m sure I can wrangle one up for you.” He walked in and closed the door behind him.
Whether he bought my story or not, he was definitely willing to play along, and I knew that I needed to play along as well with whatever demands he had for my body. As he approached me and took me in his arms, I felt my excitement growing damp in the clean panties I had just put on.
If I had been thinking clearly, I would have skipped the underwear, just as I had skipped the bra. Underclothes seemed to be rather unnecessary around Gunner. I was amazed that even through my obvious lie, he could still want me.
“I think you were looking for something else,” he told me as he put a hand behind my neck and pulled me to him for a kiss.
My excitement mingled with anxiety as he pushed me against the desk. He must have known I was there for the diamond. It couldn’t have been hard to figure out, but maybe knowing was part of this game we were playing.
He kissed me and pressed against me. He was already as hard as he had been the night before, and he was ready to go. I was ready to take him inside me again.
My mind reeled as I tried to understand how quickly things were moving. We had just met, and we had slept together almost immediately. Now he was kissing my neck and pulling my dress up again, against his desk this time. He’d just caught me snooping around and it wasn’t slowing him down one bit.
In fact, it seemed to excite him even more that I had something to hide, some ulterior motive for sleeping with him and luring him into bed with me in the first place. He seemed to get off on the challenge.
He was a beast, definitely unlike the other men I had worked before who just wanted a woman who could tame them. He wanted a woman he could tame for himself. He spun me around and bent me over his desk as he pulled my skirt up.
I was in too deep, and I was on the verge of panic, realizing I was on the verge of blowing the whole operation. My success depended on being able to keep it together, and if things kept going the way they were, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to for very long.
At the same time, I wasn’t about to try to stop what was happening. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. It was like he was made for me. Our bodies complimented each other sexually, and he was the first partner I had who had challenged me in bed the way I wanted to be challenged. He was challenging me again by abruptly throwing me over his desk.
He pushed my skirt up over my ass to reveal my fresh underwear to him. He grabbed my cheeks and pulled me against him. I could feel his erection reaching for me through his shorts.
I closed my eyes and grabbed the other edge of the desk. I regretted that this was for work, because that meant it would be over once I nabbed the diamond and took it from him. But if thing kept going like this, I might have abandoned my quest for it. He was well-off. He could support my lifestyle, and I could work for him.
If he kept triggering my ecstasy, I would do anything he wanted. He thrilled me more than I had ever been thrilled before, and I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t resist. If I had wanted to, I could have taken control over the situation and used my denial of sex to make him want me that much more, but I wanted him too much to do that.
“I know what you really want,” he growled behind me.
“Yeah, that’s what they all say. You think you can do any better?” I taunted him.
He pulled my panties aside with one hand and grabbed my hair with the other. It was on, and I was about to get exactly what I wanted from him.