“Jesus…” He hissed, thrusting his hips forward to rub against Quinn’s abdomen. Abruptly, it seemed as if he came out of his lust-induced trance. Rick shook his head, blinking a few times to clear his head. “No, doll.” He took a step back. “We need to find him before he tries something else.”
Quinn put on her best pout, still holding out hope that she could lure him away for a few hours.
He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh doll. You’re so fucking adorable.” Rick gave her a quick kiss, causing her to huff when he kept it short.
“Fine. What next? Because I’m not going back in there for another round of torture.” She gestured towards the conference room, where they could hear the men arguing about different ways to track Travis down.
Rick turned towards the one room in the building that Quinn had never seen. He swiped his badge and pressed several numbers on a light up keypad next to the lock. The lock disengaged with a quiet hiss. Pulling on the heavy slab of metal, his large biceps flexing, Rick opened the door for her and smirked. “After you.”
Intrigued but nervous, Quinn glanced up at Rick to be sure he was serious before walking through the open doorway.
Holy crap, I’m in the Twilight Zone.
“Ooof!” This time, Rick actually did smash into her when she stopped short. His hands held her shoulders to keep her on her feet. “Sorry, doll. You okay?”
Quinn couldn’t speak. She was overwhelmed and practically orgasming. Slowly, she spun in a circle, greedily taking in everything in the room, grinning like a kid in a candy store.
A third voice punctuated the space. “You like?”
She completed her visual exploration of the room and found Tucker, smirking at her know
ingly from a seat in front of a wall of hi-definition screens. “I never would have pegged you for a geek, Quinn.”
Her mouth gaped. “I never would have thought a place like this existed. Wow.”
Tucker shrugged. “Have a seat.”
“Really?” Quinn’s heart started beating wildly in her chest. This was her dream, to have access to computers that had the power to tap into any network, anytime, anywhere in the world.
“Sure.”
Dazed, she slid into the seat next to Tucker. He leaned over her and tapped his fingers on the keyboard in front of her.
“There, you’re logged in.”
“What?” She felt her eyes bugging out of her head.
“Go for it. I gave you access to our servers.”
“But that’s—”
“It’s fine, Quinn. Just don’t launch any nukes or anything.”
She gaped and made a choking noise.
Tucker smirked. “Just kidding. We can’t launch nukes from here. Well… I don’t think we could, I’ve never tried.” He shrugged again and kept working.
Unsure, Quinn glanced over at Rick to see him smiling down at her. Well, okay then. Dramatically cracking her knuckles, she took full advantage of what was being served up on a silver platter.
“Jesus, doll. If I’d known that computers would get you this hot, I’d have brought you into Mission Control a long time ago.”
Rick lay on Quinn’s bed, staring at her beautiful features as he attempted to catch his breath after a smoking hot round of amazing sex. The only response he got was a small, exhausted sounding giggle. He rolled to his side and situated them both, until he was spooned around Quinn’s warm body, nudging her neck with his nose.
“You know how fucking sexy it is to watch you sit in front of all of those screens while you hack your way through layers of government firewalls? Do you?”
“I’m pretty sure you just showed me how sexy you think it is.”
Her eyes were closed, drained from all of the recent events; her psycho ex, the constant questioning by Mack’s team, the stress of having to be vigilant at all times… Frankly, Rick was shocked that she hadn’t fallen to pieces yet.