Walker’s going to kill me.
There’s no other choice. In order for this to work, I have to be near her. Maren’s carefully calculated plan needs to have both of us in the same vicinity to ensure all transmission of the videos files come through before she deletes them and uploads the virus.
Unfortunately, this means I must be close when she seduces ‘Felix’ until the laxatives kick in. Once he’s indisposed, we can get busy. With our trial run-throughs, it’s taken us no less than ten minutes to cover our process. We’ve had to assume a timetable on a few critical items, such as finding the files in his phone, which is why Maren needs her computer to run a program to locate them and transfer to her laptop without leaving a trace.
It has been two weeks since Walker and I returned from his cabin, which seems like a lifetime ago. Things at work started to heat up and fall into place with his drug case. He was working long hours, sometimes through the night. When he got a few hours to sleep, he usually met me at my house and passed out on my couch as I worked close by. Then he was off again, leaving most of my evenings with Maren, where we slaved over discovering more about Felix.
It didn’t take long for Maren to get his attention. She actively pursued him, claiming she was a young divorcee looking to meet a man who could salvage her opinion of all mankind. He took the challenge.
It also helped that she constantly dropped hints about her wealth and luxurious living. He was now a clinger, constantly messaging her for a chance to meet face to face and ‘show her how a real man appreciates a woman’.
Each night, she’s spent hours on the computer with him under the alias Hanna Spencer, all the while running programs to find his IP address. In no time, we knew his identity.
Ricky Sharp is a thirty-five-year-old investment banker from Atlanta. He relocated here for a job two years ago and lives in a high dollar condo downtown. It’s easy to understand how he could catch the eye of any woman looking to find her confidence after a divorce, he’s a suave manipulator. Maren’s interactions with him are proof.
I’ve weighed the options of bogging Walker down with all the details, but seeing as he’s so pre-occupied, the little time we do have together, I try to not discuss TA business.
But, tonight, I have to tell him because Maren’s scheduled their date for tomorrow night.
“Emi!” Walker calls as the front door slams behind him.
Here goes nothing. I peer around the room to make sure everything’s in place and give myself a mental pep talk before answering, “In your kitchen, honey.”
He stops at the entrance, surveying the room, before his heated eyes land on mine. “Get naked.”
“W-w-what? Why?”
“Because I can tell a set up when I see one. I have exactly eight hours before I have to leave again for the station. I know you, Emi, and something’s changed with your grand plan to easily catch a con man. I’m going to use each of those four hundred and eighty minutes to try to talk you out of whatever you have on your mind.”
“But I made dinner.”
“You’re going to be my dinner.”
A little tremble runs up and down my skin as my nipples begin to tingle. He starts toward me, his eyes burning deeper with every step. I stay planted until he’s pressed so close the heat from his body seeps into mine.
“Naked now.”
“Maybe we should—”
“Fine, I’ll do it.” He bends, gathering the hem of my sundress, and in a single swoosh, it’s gone, leaving me in nothing but a pair of blue skimpy panties. His fingers hook the sides and snap the material before I can protest.
His mouth comes to mine at the same time his fingertips slide between my legs and start to stroke. He teases me, gliding them back and forth, his thumb circling my clit as his tongue swirls. I fumble with his belt, button, and zipper before I can reach inside his pants and find him hard and thick, the hot skin pulsing at my touch. My thumb follows the same movements as his, playing with him.
He jerks his mouth away and drops to his knees, forcing me to release him. One arm goes to my waist to steady me as he hikes one leg over his shoulder. Electric sparks ignite the instant his tongue swipes along my center.
He sucks hard then plunges his tongue inside, causing my hands to fly to his head to keep my balance. His mouth moves against me like a man starved for days. I thrash against his face, clawing at his scalp as my blood starts to scorch. My stomach muscles clench, trying to hold back, delirious with the feeling of him devouring me so expertly.
This is an untamed side of Walker I’ve never seen or experienced. It’s no secret how I respond to his every touch, but tonight, his dominance is the ultimate turn on. Moans of pleasure fall from my mouth as I writhe against him, chasing the orgasm that is seconds away.
The tip of his tongue flicks over my clit several times before he sucks it between his lips, and I fly apart, screaming his name until my throat is raw.
He doesn’t stop, but eases on the pressure, kissing me gently, licking in circles, and running his stubble against my inner thigh, which he knows I love so much. When my head stops spinning, I look down to see his eyes trained on mine, blazing bright.
Slowly, he places my leg back on the floor and skims his lips up my body until he’s standing before me again.
“That didn’t even take the edge off.” He starts walking us backwards, me now clinging to his forearms, mesmerized by the growing hunger in his gaze.
When we reach his bedroom, he steps away only long enough to strip himself, then lays us down, caging me beneath him. My legs wrap around his waist, my ankles locking together as he sinks into me and stills.