Page 29 of Accidental Theirs (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #6)

Chapter Twenty-Five

DAMIEN

It has to be the leak.

I can’t ask HR who this belongs to because I don’t want to risk asking the wrong person.

Olivia sits across from me in a chair, her legs crossed. She’s wearing a pantsuit instead of a short skirt, thank God. I don’t need any distractions trying to find this leak.

“Did you find something?” There’s excitement in her voice, and I wonder if maybe she’s enjoying us role-playing as Mulder and Scully a bit too much.

“Maybe.” I don’t want to get her hopes up. “There’s a code showing up three to five times a week.”

“For the records hall? That doesn’t make any sense.” She frowns.

“Exactly. But there are no names attached to the code numbers here, so we’ll have to catch them. ”

“A stakeout,” she breathes, standing up with a grin, and I groan under my breath.

“We’re not detectives, Olivia. It’s not a stakeout.”

“It is a stakeout, just like in the movies!” She claps her hands and bounces around in a circle and you’d think I’d be turned off, find it childish, but it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

Who am I to rain on her parade?

“All right, it’s a stakeout.”

“We’ll have to get greasy food, that’s a staple.”

“Uh huh.” I just watch her pace around and babble, smiling fondly at her.

She turns around to face me and deflates.

“You’re just humoring me.”

I stare at her with an open gaze. “Humoring you? Never.”

She pouts. “I just think it’ll be kind of fun. Staking out my own business. There are only so many people it can be, anyway.”

“I’m sure we’ll find out. Tonight.”

“When should we start? Midnight?”

I look down at the spreadsheet.

Whoever is going into the records hall doesn’t want to be seen. All entry records are between one and five in the morning, after the night security guard leaves and before the morning one shows.

“Sounds like a plan.”

I can’t seem to stop smiling the rest of the workday. It’s stupid, really. I should want to keep this from her, stop her worrying so much.

But opening up to her, letting her in on everything going on—it really makes me feel better. Like there’s not such a weight on my shoulders.

I head for the gym after work, making the most of my free time .

By the time I’m done, I’m sweaty and feeling motivated to find whoever is trying to mess up Carter Holdings.

Not to mention, excited to see Olivia outside of work again.

It’s not like I intend to jump her bones the moment we’re alone together, but I can’t deny I’m hoping some extracurricular activities happen during the stakeout.

I pick up Olivia at fifteen to midnight and when I catch sight of her black, skin-tight bodysuit I almost choke on air.

Her hair is slicked back in a high ponytail and she grins at me when she gets into the car.

“Like my spy fit?”

I bark out a laugh. “Of course, I do. What am I, blind?”

She giggles, throwing her head back. She seems to be in a great mood, which is good news, since I haven’t heard much from her in a couple of weeks.

We both get so busy at work that we barely see each other, and I’ve missed her.

When we arrive at the office, I park in the shadows, hoping that whoever is coming won’t notice. There are several cars parked around the area, mostly from the night shift.

Olivia promptly puts her feet up on the dashboard, pulling out a bag of the noisiest chips ever.

I chuckle. “Good thing no one can hear us.”

She munches on the chips, humming in the back of her throat. “I’m eating for two, you know.”

I steal a couple of her chips, staring at the empty hallway that contains all the company’s records going back until the day the doors opened.

The only people that have access to it are my direct employees, and I know all of them fairly well. I can’t imagine it's someone from our office .

My hope is that it’s someone from Titan who stole the key code.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

I look over at Olivia bemusedly.

“What?”

I chuckle and shake my head. “Nothing.”

She frowns. “Do I have chip stuff on my face?”

I lean over, thumbing a crumb from her lower lip. “Not anymore.”

Her pale green eyes go dark with want, and I lick my lips, leaning toward her.

“It might be a while before anyone shows up.” Her voice is innocent, her eyes wide as she looks at me.

“Is that so?”

My words rumble in my chest as I slide my hand up her thigh.

She gasps, spreading her legs instinctively as I get closer to her sex, my fingers climbing up her inner thigh.

“Damien,” she breathes, and I shift closer to her, inwardly cursing the gear shift that’s in the way.

I find the snaps of the bodysuit and make quick work of unbuttoning them.

My fingers slide against her lower lips, finding her slick and hot.

She rocks her hips, moaning softly.

The car is starting to fog up from the inside, but I don’t care.

If I’m honest, the stakeout is the furthest thing from my mind.

I moan when I sink my fingers into her, and she clenches around me.

“So tight. So hot.”

“God.” She rocks against my fingers .

I watch her fuck herself on them, mesmerized, before pumping them harder, deeper.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart? Are you going to come all over my fingers?”

“Yes. Yes, Damien, fuck !”

Her body shudders all over as she comes apart, and I can’t help but pant against her neck as she claws at my back and shoulders.

I’m as hard as diamond in my gray sweats, and when she comes down, she gives me a knowing smirk.

“I can take care of that.”

“Fuck.” I rub the inside of the windshield to see out of it. “Someone’s at the hall of records. They’re about to put in the key code.”

Olivia scrambles to button back her bodysuit, and I have a deep conversation with my dick to calm the hell down.

I’m all but running when I get to the door and grab onto the man’s shoulder.

He’s lanky, tall, but I don’t recognize him from behind.

He squeals and turns and recognition washes over me.

Roland.

“Roland?” Olivia takes a few steps forward. “What are you doing here so late?”

He flushes. “Listen, don’t be mad.”

“Don’t be mad?” She looks like she’s about to rush him.

“I heard that Carter Holdings is in some trouble. Financially. I wanted to see for myself and see if it was just rumors.”

I sigh, deflating. This has nothing to do at all with the link. Unless...

“Where’s your key card?”

Roland blinks. “Oh, I dunno. I lost it like a week into working here, but I always remembered the code.”

“And you didn’t report it lost?”

He shrugs, and I groan .

Olivia looks a bit relieved that her friend didn’t betray her. Of course, it isn’t Roland.

But it’s someone who got ahold of his key card. They’re posing as him, breaking all kinds of policies and maybe a few laws.

It’s certainly fraud, especially if they’re benefiting financially from some of these leaks, which I can only assume they are.

“I guess the stakeout is over,” Olivia mumbles, looking disappointed.

I grin, taking her hand. “It doesn’t have to be.”

Roland gives us a withering look.

“Gross,” he mutters, and then goes into the records hall.

I look down at my briefcase, grabbing it from the passenger side. I pull out my tablet and make a few adjustments, showing her the screen.

“I downloaded the live stream from the cameras. There’s also a ping every time someone accesses the building. It’ll log the next time that someone gets in.”

“Oh, wow, technology is cool.” She looks up at me curiously. “But... if you had this, we never really had to stake this place out at all.”

My cheeks feel hot. “Uh, well... I guess I didn’t realize.”

I almost expect her to make fun of me, but she doesn’t, just smiling.

“Chips weren’t enough to tame the beast. Buy me food?”

“Anything you want.” I lead her back to the car, and we go through the driveway of a greasy burger joint.

She happily eats all her fries in the car, and I can’t stop smiling at her as we head into her apartment.

“You’re in a good mood.”

“I’m with you.” I shrug and inwardly wince at myself for being so corny.

She beams at me. “That’s so sweet, Damien. ”

I rub a hand across the back of my neck, not sure what to say. I wonder if my face is as red as it feels.

I’m... happy. Almost giddy. I’m not used to feeling like this, and I don’t know what will happen if this baby isn’t mine and it’s all taken away.

She steps closer to me, putting her hand on my waistband.

I gasp as her fingers play along my abdominal muscles.

I help her slowly remove my shirt, and she looks at me like I’m a sculpture, some kind of work of art.

She slides her hands across my chest, her nails flicking along my nipples, and I sway toward her, my dick hardening instantly.

“Poor baby,” she murmurs. “You didn’t get to come earlier, did you?”

I shake my head, enraptured by her.

She drops to her knees, and my mouth goes dry.

I shove down my sweats, impatient, freeing myself, and she licks her lips, looking up at me with fuck-me eyes.

“You can fuck my throat, if you want.”

“I very much want that.” My voice comes out like a breath, and one person shouldn’t have this much power over me.

She wraps her hand around my shaft, and I thrust my hips forward as she puts her lips around me.

She hums, opening her throat, and I take her ponytail in my hand as her head bobs up and down.

I grunt, looking down at her watering eyes.

I thrust forward, just chasing my orgasm, and she gags but doesn’t miss a stroke.

When I spill into her mouth, she gasps and swallows, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I take a couple of deep breaths to calm myself and then kneel, cupping her face in my hands and rubbing her tears away with my thumbs .

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” She stumbles but rights herself as she stands up. “That was hot.”

“So hot,” I groan, and scoop her up into my arms.

She giggles and leans against me, and my heart swells with something like pride.

Part of me is hoping tonight puts me in some kind of lead.

I snuggle up against her in bed, and she leans into me, hooking her thigh around mine and tangling our legs together.

Maybe now, she’ll understand how I feel about her.

How I’ll always feel about her. No matter what happens with this baby.