“Now that you know the secondary network’s name, maybe you can try to access that from the control room?” Aran offers, finishing his iced tea. He waves a server over and pays while I devour my slushie and get a nasty case of brain freeze.
“I could try, but I’d need some extra tools to even attempt hacking into it. Unless we can get the room empty so I can set up shop, I’ll be busted the moment I attempt to plug anything into one of the computers. Not to mention, I’d need my custom VPN and the masking software so they can’t track my MAC and IP.” Yeah, the more I consider it, the more it sounds like a sure way for us to be caught snooping. None of the things I need to do are particularly difficult, but nine out of ten times, hacking requires some degree of brute-forcing, which is slow and time-consuming. “And besides, I told you the password and keys change like every hour. Getting around that or figuring out the algorithms and protocols takes a lot more than a couple of minutes… Don’t trust that shit movies show you—they have no idea how real hacking works.”
We vacate our table and head back to the cabin. Aran’s gaze is distant and unfocused the entire way, as if he is running scenarios at the speed of light in his head so he can figure out a solution to our problem.
“Look, this is not me saying it’s impossible. No matter how fancy their security systems are, Icanget in. It just takes a few hours at the very least, and I doubt we’re going to have more than a few minutes alone with the computers in the control room. It’s way too risky.”
Aran finally looks at me as he scans his ID at our door. “Half of what you said went over my head, but you are the expert. We’ll do things your way.”
Grinning, I drag my fingers along the length of his arm.Did he just compliment me and put me in charge? OMG, I wanna climb him like right now.
“Rawr. I love being in charge.” I push into him as soon as we are in the cabin’s corridor, causing him to stumble. His shoulder comes into contact with the wall, and I plaster myself against his side, looking up at the same time he glances down.
His eyes darken as he reaches out and strokes my cheek. “I know that you do,” he whispers, leaning in and ghosting his lips across my forehead.
I could die now and I’d die happy. Not that I want to die—I have way too much to live for, especially when Aran is finally almost mine. But this is bliss, mission accomplished. Leo and Matt will be so proud of me when they hear about it.
Tilting my head back so his lips can meet mine, I close my eyes and enjoy his proximity. His kiss is soft, tentative. Almost unsure. I don’t know why he’s still hesitating—I thought we got past that part—but I won’t push him either. I’ve waited years for this already, so if he wants to take things slowly, we’ll do just that.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I’ll ignore my own needs. I buzz every time he’s around me and unless I recharge by properly kissing him or touching him every other hour or so, I think I might break. Teasing and foreplay just don’t cut it anymore.
Inching in, I prop one leg between his. My hardening erection brushes against his thigh, unleashing pleasant sparks across my skin. It’s like electricity sleeps dormant under it, stirring to life every time our bodies come into contact.
“Tien,” Aran moans, his tongue tangling with mine as the kiss turns from casual to deep. “We don’t have time for this. The shift starts in fifteen minutes.”
“I’d argue that’s enough for some quick stress-relief.” To illustrate my point, I press down on his tense shoulders.
“I shouldn’t. This is…”
Again with the ‘I shouldn’t-s’. Doesn’t he get tired of pointlessly trying to resist me? “This is what?”
“This is not like me. Once should’ve been enough…”
Ah, did he really think that would work? That a taste of me will satisfy him and he’ll be able to forget me and move on? He can be so naïve sometimes. If anything, that first kiss opened the floodgates and our little jerk-off session last time sealed the deal. I am positively irresistible and now that he’s gotten a taste of what’s always belonged to him, there is no way he can just walk away.
I was made for him and there is no changing that, no matter how hard his brain tries to cling to a promise that’s long been fulfilled.
“Nuh-uh, baby. You lost the moment I walked into your life.”
His lips arch up in a smile I can feel against my skin. “I’m too old for you, Tien. Someone your age… with your energy and mind would be a better fit.”
“Nope. Don’t even try to scare me off with that age-gap shit. Besides”—I nibble along the curve of his jaw as I pause our kiss—“I’ve always been into older men and might have even had a Daddy phase in my porn preferences.”
That gives him pause, causing him to push me away slightly. “No… Just no.” His entire face scrunches up, discomfort oozing off him. He doesn’t look outraged though, more like he’s in the middle of considering it but not quite sure what to think about it or whether it’s okay to be into it.
“I think it’s kinda hot. But just in the bedroom.” I lift my eyebrows and wiggle them. “And only if you are into it and agree to give it a try.” Shrugging my shoulders when he just scowls at me, I add, “I mean, you already kind of spank me sometimes. And you manhandle me, and you can be kind of bossy and caring at the same time, too. It gives a man certain ideas, you know.”
Aran’s eyes narrow and his mouth curls up, half-smiling and half like he wants to groan. I think I’ve overwhelmed his vanilla, rules-abiding brain, so it might be best to leave kink-exploration for when we get naked and personal in the bedroom. Like tonight, because I have every intention of seducing him and enjoying a repeat of yesterday.
I open my mouth to update him on my plan, but he shuts me up with his index finger. “We need to talk to these servers,” he says as I flick my tongue out and lick his digit. I expect a quick scolding for my troubles, but instead, he rubs his finger from one end of my top lip to the other fondly all the while his gaze follows the movement. It’s kind of possessive and like he’s fighting off the need to devour my mouth.
Yes, please, don’t hold back, I need more of this.
The next thing I do is to rock my hips as I chase extra friction. I only intended to kiss him as a way to recharge, but he’s just soo unintentionally sexy that I kind of got horny. Blame it on my years of celibacy as I waited for him to get to his senses, but since we kissed, even the littlest of things can get my iron pole up in record time.
Humming in response to what he just said, I adjust my angle and rub harder against him. His erection pokes my thigh, hot and rock-hard.
For a few seconds, he allows it. A hoarse, quiet sound leaves his lips. If I wasn’t as tuned to his body as I currently am, I would’ve missed it, especially as his finger freezes in the middle of my mouth and his brows slant down, intensifying the want in his mesmerizing brown eyes.
