Sexy Liar (Dirty Hacker 1)

A ragged groan was yanked from deep in his chest when she opened his jeans and shoved them down enough to free his throbbing cock. His eyes rolled back into his head when she applied the condom, stroking him perfectly, all to tease. He forced words out from deep in his throat. “Are those your terms, Alex? No more secrets between us?”

Her thighs brushed across his legs when she straddled him, and he grunted when she pressed herself against the tip of him. “The terms are this: Don’t cross me. Don’t lie to me again. No tricks. It won’t end well for you. Understand?”

“Goddamn it.” He groaned, tortured by her closeness. “Yes. Fuck me.”

A second later, she was all around him, and he tossed his head back at the pleasure, releasing a groan at how tight and perfect she was. Even better than he remembered. He fisted his hands, straining against the bindings, knowing they wouldn’t break. She took his mouth and kissed him fiercely, cupping his face and riding his cock like she’d been starved of him.

And, fuck, he felt starved of her.

Every grind of her hips drove his pleasure higher. He’d never been bound or blindfolded, and his senses were heightened. Everything felt alive. His skin tingled. He felt her harsh breathy moans against his lips. He felt the quivers of her heat in her building pleasure. He smelled her, their sex, and the intensity was drawing his balls up close to his body, ready to explode.

She pulled ragged grunts deep from his chest with every thrust of her hips. He ached to blow at each moan she gave. Until she moved harder, faster, threading her fingers into his bound hands and holding onto him like she owned him. Like she’d been craving him for the last five years and finally let herself go again now that she’d had him close.

And damn, he felt that too.

“Alex,” he grunted, as heat flooded his lower half, stealing his control. Beneath the blindfold, he went cross-eyed from the pleasure.

She froze.

“Fucking hell.” He dropped his head back and gritted his teeth as his dick pulsed, no doubt pre-cum leaking out, right on the very edge of his climax.

She removed the blindfold, and then he was lost in her gorgeous eyes. This blindingly breathtaking, dark-haired beauty that only made the pause in the pleasure torturous. “Let there be no misunderstanding, Hawke,” she said firmly, pink dusting her cheeks. “I own this show. Clear?”

He’d say anything to ensure she moved again. “Yeah, McCoy, we’re clear.” He meant those words for the few seconds before she locked her hooded eyes on him and thrust her hips until they were both bucking and jerking their pleasure, free-falling into the place they were so beautiful together.

Tomorrow, though, it’d be another story.

CHAPTER 4

“HAVE YOU LOST your fucking mind?”

“Good morning to you too.” Alex smiled at Ryder’s near-snarl through her computer monitor. She sat on her bed cross-legged, watching her programs continue to comb through SiR’s databases searching out possible suspects. After having more sex than she’d had in the past five years, she was sore in all the right places from a wild night with Rowan. “Do you have anything to report?

Ryder’s frown only deepened. “You slept with Hawke.”

“Wait…what? How did you…?” Her eyes slowly narrowed as Ryder began looking everywhere but at her. “You know I hate when you have anyone watch me,” she snapped.

His gaze flicked by hers. “I was concerned for your safety and have had eyes on you ever since we talked last night.”

“Whose eyes?” She jumped off the bed, leaving her laptop there, hearing Ryder’s heavy sigh. She shoved the curtain aside and peered out the window, only finding another building across the street. One of Ryder’s men could be anywhere. They were like ghosts. Always there, but you could never see them. The only place they wouldn’t find her was on her laptop. No one could hack her. She’d be alerted before anyone got close.

“It’s someone I trust,” Ryder called. She returned to the bed, pulling her laptop onto her lap again, ready to rip into him, when he interjected in his firm voice, “Now back to what really matters here. Have I taught you nothing?”

This was her first assignment that wasn’t run by the FBI or CIA or Ryder, but she didn’t feel she’d taken too many missteps yet. Well, except for sleeping with the guy who tried to play her, but she had good reasons for that. One, she did actually believe what he told her. The FBI files on the case told her that much. Two, she couldn’t quite control herself either when it came to Rowan. Instead of fighting the lust burning between them, she went with it to make something of her vacation. At least she’d go home riding an orgasm high, and if she could help him find his sister, she would.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she defended, the mattress bouncing beneath her as she settled her back against the pillows. “We just slept together. It’s not like I proposed marriage.” When Ryder’s expression only darkened, she added, “I’m safe and alive, as you can see.”

“You shouldn’t have done anything with him,” Ryder rebuked, his face drawing closer to the monitor. “What if he meant to hurt you?”

“Then he would’ve hurt me the moment we got into the hotel room,” she countered. “Besides, I know him, remember? His sister is one of the victims, like I told you in my text message. He only wants to find her.” Alex gave him an easy smile, hoping that softened him up. “Not that I don’t appreciate the big brother act, but let’s stay focused on what actually matters here. Have you learned something about Rowan that poses a problem, and that’s where all this is coming from?”

“First, tell me what he’s told you,” Ryder said.

The ease in Ryder’s jawline told her she had nothing to worry about when it came to Rowan, so she gave Ryder what he wanted. “Here’s what I know so far…” She laid out all the facts that Rowan had explained to her about the case. They’d gone through the FBI files again last night after she untied him from the chair. Nothing appeared odd, but something didn’t feel right either. That was never a good sign.

When she finished laying out all the facts, Ryder arched an eyebrow. “And that’s it?”

“That’s it.” She nodded.