I stop what I’m doing and turn around. “Hm?”
“Did you pay MC’s medical bills?”
Right. I forgot to mention that.“I did.”
“When?!”
“I made an upfront payment while she was in the operating room for her hip surgery. If it wasn’t enough, the hospital has my information to bill me the rest.”
She stares at me, astonished. “Why would you do that?”
“What is money good for if I don’t use it to help loved ones and family?”
“Family?”
“Well, they’ll be mine someday, won’t they? I’ll even share a name with your parents.”
She almost melts, the tension in her shoulders releasing at my words. But she doesn’t speak for a moment, which triggers some anxiety in me.
“Did I do something wrong?” I worry.
“Something wrong?” she repeats, stepping closer. “Alexander, I’m so fucking grateful, I’m about to suck your cock so hard your eyeswill be swallowed in.”
It’s my turn to be entirely befuddled. “The image is both… terrifying and intriguing. Anatomically, it can’t work, but I’m still curious about the possibility.”
“I think we should find out.”
She closes the distance between us and kneels in front of me, between my parted knees. Her slim hands fly to the elastic waistband of my sweatpants, and I can’t help but recoil slightly. “Andrea, you don’t have to do this.” Her beautiful brown eyes look up. “I didn’t do it for favors. I’m not expecting anything.”
“Baby… I promise you I’m not forcing myself to do anything. I meant to do it since you offered that I have my delayed birthday party here. Actually, since you got us to Portland, but my mind was too preoccupied for it.” She tugs at the pants, and I lift myself to help her, and she brings them down to my thighs. “I’m very thankful for what you did, even if my mom had some objections,” she continues, still looking up at me while she wraps her palm and fingers around my length. I’m barely hardening yet, but the touch alone is enough to send more blood into my cock.
“So, let me show you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me and my family these past few days.”
Again, I want to insist she doesn’t have to repay me in any way, but she bends to take me in her mouth, swallowing the modest length entirely. My thoughts die in my throat, replaced by a grunt that sounds like her name.
“Mmh…” she approves, licking her lips. “I love when you’re not hard yet. It makes it so easy to take you whole.”
She’s back on my cock, running her tongue on its underside as she sucks in her cheeks when I say, “If you continue like this, I’ll be very hard, very fast.”
I’m shiny with spit when she releases me to say, “Good thing I don’t have a gag reflex, then. And with all those hikes we did, I’m sure I can hold my breath for even longer now.”
Fucking hell …
Genuinely, everything I’ve done these past three days has been what I would consider the bare minimum. I expected nothing beyond a thank you for my actions.
But if this is the way my horny little dork wants to extend her thanks, who am I to stop her?
Lex’s eyes didn’t get sucked in, even though I gave it my all. We agreed that running an experiment on a single occurrence isn’t very scientific of us, so we’ll try again in order to gather more data.
We do succeed in getting into Becker’s security feed, though, which is a far bigger accomplishment. It takes us three more days, a lot of gray matter, and one very shitty electronic song, but we fucking manage. The Trojan horse virus lets us into his son’s computer, and from there, we work our way through the penthouse’s secure connection and find our way in.
Delighted by our accomplishment, we spend two whole hours seated in front of the screen, flicking through the cameras. There aren’t cameras everywhere, and most of them are in the less private rooms of his penthouse. Only four of them record audio. One in the entrance hall, one in the kitchen, and the other two seemed to be in back rooms dedicated to the staff. Hopefully, we’ll get some information when a visitor comes in or out, or straight from the employees relaxing in their break room.
This is incredible. We now have an undetectable glimpse into the life of the man who wants us dead. We might catch a conversation or even actions that can point us in the right direction. It looks like no one but the staff is home, but it helps us get a sense of the layout. Plus, those people surely know things, and listening to them gossip could provide some valuable insight. It seems that all of them speak only Spanish, though, so I do my best to translate for Lex.
At some point, we stumble upon two women who come into the break room and prepare themselves a mug of tea.
“What are they saying?” Lex asks.
