Sexy Liar (Dirty Hacker 1)

He wasted no time exposing his cock, applying a condom, and then sinking himself deep inside of her hot and wet sex. She was primed and ready, and he gave it to her hard, exactly how he knew they both liked it.

She stared into his eyes while he took her, giving all of herself, and he took everything she had to give him. Until they were both falling into pleasure. Her first, then he followed, bucking and jerking with his climax.

She sagged against the mirror behind her, with her sweet ass still resting on the sink.

He withdrew his cock, disposed of the condom, then spun her around. “What are you doing…?” She gasped as he slapped her ass. Hard.

“We’ve got six hours before we land.” He pressed against her back, bent her across the sink, dropped to one knee again behind her, and treated himself to her all over again. Her quivering moan echoed around him as he said, “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

And he wasn’t sure he’d ever be.

CHAPTER 6

JUST AFTER EIGHT o’clock at night, in the heart of downtown Seattle, Alex left the spa she’d been spending the last three hours at getting spoiled rotten. The cherry-red, satin mermaid gown fit her like a glove in all the right places. Maybe there was something to being fussed over. She felt a little like a woman in some fairy tale she never believed in before. Her makeup was flawless, her lipstick perfectly matched her dress, and her hair was done in a soft romantic updo that was somehow gentle, sexy, and beautiful all at once. Only this fairy tale included a sadistic killer, five deceased women, and three more missing women—one of them Rowan’s beloved sister. Kinda hard to get all swoony knowing what exactly brought Alex there tonight.

When the spa’s door swooshed closed behind her, she noticed the sun sitting a little lower in the sky. But another view quickly dominated. Rowan was leaning against the limo, glancing down at his phone. He wore a tux and his hair was gelled back, not a strand out of place. Rowan held a lethal edge, and Alex didn’t doubt that if his deadly switch got flicked, Rowan could kill easily. For reasons she couldn’t quite figure out, seeing someone so dangerous, all cleaned up, brought uncontrollable heat low in her body.

Rowan looked very hot and very male.

When she drew close, he slowly looked up and gave a blinding smile. She liked both the instant surprise and heat in his eyes. “Yeah, I know,” she said playfully. “I’m killing it in this dress.”

Rowan chuckled then took the two long steps to meet her halfway. The air shifted when he got in close, and she felt the hot shiver slide over her when he dragged a hand across her lower exposed back, bringing her in tight against the hard lines of his body. “That dress is going to kill me.” As if it was fully his right to do so, he kissed her. She’d like to think that she could pull back at any minute and stop, but she’d fail if she tried.

Intensity and lust, and something she couldn’t even understand, passed between them when his lips pressed intimately against hers. And when he cupped her face and deepened the kiss, she lost herself completely.

By the time he broke away, they were both breathing heavily. Horns honking, brakes squealing, a couple laughing as they walked by, all engulfed Alex again while she caught the smolder in Rowan’s eyes.

He kept his mouth close to hers while he trailed his thumb gingerly down the side of her neck. “You’re making it very difficult for me to remember the reasons we are here.”

“Just keeping you on your toes, Hawke.” She smiled, and then she strode around him, but damn, she was shaken. No man could make her lose herself like Rowan could. Five years ago, that terrified her. It still terrified her. She got into the back of the limo, leaving the door open, and Rowan joined her, sliding against the leather seat until his thigh pressed against hers.

He shut the door then gestured at the driver, who quickly drove off and slid the privacy divider up.

Alex glanced out the window and drew in couple of stabilizing breaths to shed the remaining heat, quickly re-applying her lipstick. The evening had been full of relaxation, but the reminder that she could be meeting a killer alone tonight made her tense.

“You’re n

ervous,” Rowan said, scooping up her hand and tangling his fingers with hers. “Don’t be.”

She glanced his way and snorted. “In case you forgot, I’m the one typically behind the computer screen, not the one talking to possible killers.”

Rowan acknowledged her concern with a gentle nod. “I’ll be there with you.” He reached into his pocket then and handed her a two-way earpiece. “I’ve got mine.” He tapped his right ear. “I’ll be close. Always.”

“Thank you.” Alex accepted the earpiece with a smile and then placed it inside her ear before addressing Rowan again. “What do I need to know about Lennox?” Rowan had told her when he dropped her off at the spa that he would research him further.

“He’s definitely the Dominant type,” Rowan said. “So, as much as you can, entice him by being demure and submissive.”

Well, if that wasn’t a sure way to ruin the fairy-tale buzz. “You do realize how difficult that’s going to be for me?”

“I do,” he acknowledged with a nod. “But Lennox will be drawn to a woman with submissive traits. Wait until you catch his eye, then cast your gaze down and smile shyly. Allow him to have his ego and the control.”

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Alex grumbled.

The limo slowed, obviously at a red light as Rowan chuckled. “You’ll do fine.” He reached into his left pocket then offered her what looked like an EpiPen, only half the size. “Since you seem to enjoy knocking people out, use that on Lennox after you get him alone, then we can check for the tattoo.”

She accepted the auto-injector and tucked it away in her clutch. “You’ve got all the toys, huh?”

“The best ones.” He grinned.