Page 59 of A Devious Arrangement
Her chest rises and falls, and her tight hold on my arms goes from pushing to pulling. She lifts on her toes, and I’m rock hard with the need to fuck her.
Not yet.I chuckle low in my throat, causing her lids to snap open.
“I like where your head’s at, but I’m not sure this is the right place.”
She’s all fire and ice when she spits back, “Screw you, Sebastian.”
If she knew what my full name on her mouth did to me, I don’t think she’d use it so freely like that.
Stasia swipes her pass, and the door beeps before swinging open. She freezes at the entrance, hesitant to walk in.
She snaps out of it when I take her hand, half-startled, half-furious, and tries to pry herself away. I chuckle low in my throat, not letting go as I drag her in. She gives up, choosing to ignore me and look around the room.
None of us spend much time here, not even Matthias, so it’s sparsely furnished. A few chairs are seated in front of a large wood desk with a giant window behind it. There’s a storage closet on one wall and a bookshelf on the other.
Stasia’s fingers tighten around mine, and I can feel the tension running through her. My brave girl is pushing her boundaries with each step she takes.
I want to push her down on the desk and make her forget her worries, filling her mind with only my name.
Unfortunately, I don’t think she’d be up to that. I reluctantly let go of her hand and round the desk, taking a seat in the leather chair. The computer’s the newest model, not older than a year. Matthias is constantly changing them out, saying it’s for some kind of security reason.
If he only knew it was me breaking in. Actually, if I explained the entire situation, he’d probably be down. It’s not like my brothers give a shit about what belongs to the Order of Saints. We inherited our positions as Lords, and we all have a twisted relationship with it.
The screen flashes on when I press my thumb to the pad. Any encryption on the files is lifted by my login. My brothers would know it was me if they checked, but I’m counting on the fact that there’s no reason they’d be suspicious without signs of tampering.
If they do find out, they’ll be happy I already have plans to settle down with my “fake” girlfriend. My family might not have been fooled that Stasia’s with me, but it was clear from how they took her in that they approve.
I started to think they might like her more than me.
Being able to open the files is only the first step, and it’s not long before I’m going cross-eyed and rubbing my palms over my face. Finding this fucking password is like finding a snowflakeon a mountain. No wonder Matthias looked so amused when he told me. Bastard.
Stasia’s soft chuckles pull my attention, and my words catch in my throat at the way her eyes sparkle at me. She’s wearing a mischievous grin I can only hope she’s gotten from me.
“What?” I croak.
“You look helpless.” She’s biting the corner of her lip, mirth written on her face. She’s seconds away from full-on laughing at me.
“You try?” I stand and gesture to the chair, expecting her to hesitate, but she takes it easily, like breaking into files is just another day.
Matthias probably has some form of monitoring on this system, but if we get caught, I can easily get us out of it. Then this little game will be over, and I’m not ready for that. I need more time to make her see she wants me back.
Stasia’s focused as her fingers fly over the keys, navigating through the system easily.
I roll back on my heels as I watch her work. The blue computer light casts over her cheekbones. She may be dressed like a man, but my cock doesn’t give a shit. If anything, it’s just urging me on further to rip her hat off, grip her hair, and bring her lips to my tip.
Will she moan when she takes me between her sweet lips and tastes me on her tongue?
“Got it.” She beams with pride.
I’m yanked back to the present, and I stare at her, astonished. It took less than five minutes to find something that Matthias obviously buried.
I can’t help myself from leaning over and brushing a nonexistent strand of hair from her face, grazing my knuckles against her ear. Her gasp is barely audible, but that doesn’t stop it from going straight to my dick.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“What?” she asks.
“Nothing.” I can’t tell her that her aptitude has me turned on.
