No matches found
“That can’t be right,” Stryker said.
“How does your program work?” she asked.
“It matches the image with the member’s profile pic.”
“He must not be a member.”
“If he’s a guest, where’s the member he came with?” he asked.
“Maybe that person was playing in a suite, left with someone, or was on L2.”
Stryker nodded. “Makes sense. My brain is fried. We gotta call it.”
Pushing out of her chair, she stretched. “Thank you for putting in so much time to help me.”
“You were the one bright spot in a very fucked-up day.”
One minute he was calling her Easton, the next he was moving away from her. And now, this compliment.
“Why don’t you tell me about the B&E?”
“Not giving up, are you?”
She hitched a brow and waited.
“They cut the fiber optic cables, cut the power lines, and disabled the back-up generator. They stole laptops from the FBI hacker pod. It was a targeted hit. The police and FBI are all over it.”
“Are they shutting you down?”
“They’re threatening to.” His tone had turned gruff, his eyes cold. “The only thing that’ll break this case open is if one of those motherfuckers turns on one of my laptops.”
“You’ve got tracking devices on them.”
“Damn straight.”
“What can I do to help?”
“What the fuck can anyone do?” He shoved out of the chair. “If I find the SOB who did this, I’m gonna—”
She went right up to him. “I want that anger.”
“No.”
She hitched her hands on her hips. “Don’t push me away. That’s just your go-to—”
On a deep, sexy growl, he kissed her. She threw her arms around his neck while his hands kneaded her ass.
The explosion of their kiss, their fiery connection, and their lust had her raking her teeth over his tongue. Gasping for breath, she bit his lip. He ran his hands down her back, but when he clamped his hand over her breast, their kiss turned brutal. Their carnal sounds—a mixture of whimpers, groans, and grunts—had her desperate to take him inside her.
She furrowed her fingers through his hair, fisting handfuls. The kiss turned wild. Higher and higher she flew, the pulsating between her legs begging for a release. She wanted him, all of him. She wanted to feel his hardness filling her completely. She needed to finish what they’d started hours ago.
She broke the kiss, but she didn’t push him away. Locked in his strong embrace, she stared into his eyes, brimming with desire, while his erection pressed against her. Her panties were wet, her body dizzy from the energy whizzing through her.
“I want your revenge fuck,” she said, her voice gritty with lust.
“Hell, yeah.”
