Page 39 of Undeniably Corrupt

“Enough,” she demands, her breathing ragged even as she steadies herself against the concrete pillar beside us.

I put her panties back on and into place, kiss her pussy over them, and sit back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before sucking her cum off my fingers. My erection strains painfully against my pants, but this isn’t about me. It never was.

She straightens her skirt with trembling hands, not looking at me. The distance between us expands again, the momentary connection severed. I stand, my knees protesting after so long on the hard concrete.

“Better, or do you still hate me?”

She pushes herself away from the wall and lifts her computer bag off the ground. Her lips curve into a grin that just about drops me back to my knees with how sexy it is. “Oh, I still hate you. But that was fun.” She pats my cheek like I’m a good little boy who served my purpose and begins to walk in the direction of my bike. It’s the only motorcycle here in the executive area, so it’s not tough to tell it’s mine.

She stands before it and makes a dismissive noise.

“What?”

She shrugs. “I like the bike you used to have better.”

“That old Ducati that I repaired?”

Another shrug as she skirts my gaze. “Yes. It was hot. This is all fancy and CEO-like.”

I chuckle. She’s not wrong. “I still have that bike. If I liked you, I’d take you out on it.”

“And if I wanted to die, I’d let you. This feels safer, even if safe on a motorcycle is an oxymoron.”

“When did you become so buttoned up? You used to love riding on the back of my bike.”

Now I get that hard glare. “I’m a stripper?—”

“Exotic dancer,” I correct, and she rolls her eyes at me.

“Call it whatever you want, but that’s hardly buttoned up. Riding a motorcycle is statistically dangerous, and again, single mom.”

I really, seriously need to have her answer my questions for once and find out what she’s keeping from me. Because it’s no longer simply her secret. It impacts me too now.

I run my fingers along her hair until she looks at me. “Do you want to take my car instead? Would you feel safer that way?”

“Yes. But I don’t want to take the car.”

“You might be cold on the bike. I didn’t really think about it till now, but you’re only in a skirt.”

“I’ll live. I’m a girl from Maine. I can manage a little cold.”

I pull out the extra leather jacket and helmet I have in the top case and hand them to her. I get a funny look that I ignore as I put on my own jacket and helmet.

“You keep extras of these for all the girls you take for a ride?”

Damn her. And damn my answer, I should have known she’d ask. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever had on the back of my bike.” I don’t have to tell her that I bought these for her. I think that’s pretty much implied now.

I swing my leg over the bike and hold my hand out to her. She hesitates only a moment before taking it and using it to help her climb behind me. Her hands settle lightly on my hips as she attempts to maintain as much distance as the seat allows.

“You’ll need to hold onto me tighter than that,” I say, starting the engine. The powerful rumble of the BMW K 1600 GTL vibrates through both of us.

She sighs. “That’s what I’ve been trying to avoid with you.” She slides forward, pressing her chest against my back and wrapping her arms around my waist. I feel her warmth through the leather and lick my lips, smiling privately.

I was going to ask her about her family, but now… now I think I need more time to dig on my own. That’s what I do. Hacking is a solo art, not a group project. And I need a minute for myself. Because I’m starting to realize I want her to hold on to me. I never want her to let go. Few things in my life have ever felt as right to me as she does, and touching her just now…

“Ready?”

She squeezes my waist once instead of answering me, and I tell myself I’m grateful this is how things are between us. That me getting on my knees for her just now was the cherry on top, and no further amends are required. She’ll have money and a stable job and access to whatever she or Hazel need. I’ll take care of Agent Vega.