Black Hat Hacker (Chicago Syndicate Book 6)

by Soraya Naomi

  “I promise it won’t happen again,” I pacify him, stooping low to Adam when he returns. “Can I have a kiss?”

  He smooches my cheek before he kisses Henry’s cheek as well; he’s such a cutie pie.

  “Thanks, Mary.” Logan entwines their hands and opens the door.

  “Anytime. Bye!” After I wave to Adam as they stroll down the hall toward the elevator, I shut the door, finally ensconcing Henry and me in privacy.

  We lock eyes and remain motionless until we don’t hear their voices anymore. When he removes his glasses and pockets them, the tension that’s been crackling between us the entire night detonates.

  He storms toward me, his palms framing my face as I’m pushed back against the door while he rasps against my lips, “Christ! I’ve been wanting to taste you since I first got here, Mary.”

  He captures my mouth in the one kiss I crave, and I stand on my toes, clutching his nape and meeting every stroke of his tongue.

  “You’re even sexier in your sweats,” Henry groans, biting my lower lip and letting his teeth graze the flesh as his hands travel down my sides.

  With desperation, Henry yanks my crop top over my head and flings it aside. Pushing my breasts together, he nips the swell of one before he reaches around my back, and with a flick of his fingers, he releases my bra, letting it flutter to the ground.

  Then he kneels, skimming his hands down my legs and taking my sweats and panties with them until I can step out, and my legs ease apart on their own volition. I’m naked while he’s still fully dressed, and his fiery gaze leaves a hot trail over my body before he places one of my legs over his shoulder and eagerly flattens his mouth to my flesh. The pressure of his lips is insistent on my core. Without a moment of hesitation, I submit to him, my back bowing with every flick of his tongue as I lean against the door.

  “Henry...”

  Sinfully wild, his tongue fucks my core and I glance down. Henry’s a starving man, eating me out as I rotate against him, his hands roaming over my hips and to my ass as his eyes meet mine. No man has ever looked at me the way he does, as if a war could break out, but he wouldn’t stop what’s going to happen next.

  As his fingers dig into my behind, I explode out of nowhere, riding the tidal wave of pleasure until I feel limp. But Henry’s not finished and he rises, effortlessly lifting me up and guiding my legs around him.

  “You’re completely mine tonight,” he growls.

  I fall into his arms, pushing my tongue inside his mouth as he heads down the hallway, spins us around, and kicks open the bedroom door. He holds me up by my ass while I unbuckle his belt, but because we’re so consumed with each other, he gets off balance and bumps into the doorway. I smile against his lips right before he tosses me onto my bed. When he reaches behind his neck to pull his tee over his head, his gaze never leaves my body while I ogle his statuesque frame, along with the Celtic cross on his arm and the spade tattoo on his neck.

  Henry’s unwavering regard makes me feel wanton, especially when he licks his lips that must still taste of me and grins in the most devilish way. He breathes harder as he kicks off his jeans and shoes.

  While he stands at the foot of my bed, I get up on my knees and skim my hands over his rigidly sculpted chest and stomach. I hook my fingers inside his black boxers, tugging them off as he watches me and strokes my curls from my face. Not for a moment during our ministrations do our eyes leave each other until, at last, we’re both naked.

  Henry pushes me backward and crawls up my body, one palm caressing a path up my legs, hips, and sides. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucks hard, and sparks flicker to life as I thread my fingers into his thick, black hair. His mouth finds the curve of my throat, his tongue teasing out to drag along the line of my pulse.

  As I’m lying back in the center of my bed, he settles over me, nestled between my legs. I wrap my arms around his neck and rub my soaking sex against his hard length, stroking his shoulders while he allows me to explore him without words. Even though he’s being astonishingly gentle right now, I sense he’s holding himself back. For me. My heart slams in my chest as emotions tighten my throat.

  Then Henry starts to come alive and moves a palm down my side, over my stomach, and down to my center, circling me with his finger and thumb in the most intense way. However, to my surprise, he eases himself off me and rolls me to my stomach to kiss his way down my spine and to my ass, where he bites me, like he’s done before, branding me. Then he licks me once before steadying himself on top of me, but I turn my head to say, “Henry, I want to see you.”

  For a second, he doesn’t move, and I’m afraid he’ll reject me, but then he shifts me into my original position. Dragging me against him, he spreads my legs with his thighs so that I’m wide open when he teases the head of his erection at my entrance and sinks inside, inch by inch, growling while my flesh gives as he invades me.

  “You’re so fucking tight.”

  One of his hands comes around my middle, behind the small of my back, and the other grips my behind. I arch my body as he slides in and out and trail my fingers down his face, sneaking my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips as our lips meet. His tongue slips into the depths of my mouth, and we fuck in the same rhythm as we kiss.

  Although our movements are slow and deliberate, there’s a fraught hint to the way we touch each other. It’s not purely fucking, but I bury that thought for now and focus on the present.

  I can feel the thudding of his heart, sense its increase in tempo as I meet his thrusts with soft moans. My whimpers seem to urge him on. Both of his hands cup my ass, and he slams into me harder, making me feel him in every nerve ending of my shaking body as I scream his name.

  “I want you to come all over my cock, Mary,” he growls, giving me a hard kiss.

  My limbs tremble. And before I know it, the tenderness is replaced with passion and he proceeds to show me pleasure beyond belief.

  Henry jerks me upward, holding the base of his cock while I sit astride him as he reclines, my wetness allowing me to slide down easily. Curling his hands around my waist, he starts to move me up and down his shaft. We groan in unison, and he watches me as I ride him, cupping my breast with one hand while the other grips my ass.

  “Fuck me harder,” he orders, then spanks the swell of my ass, snagging my wrists and securing them behind me, and entranced by him, I obey, taking him deep into me.

  “You feel too good riding my cock, baby.” And he bucks upward, forcing me to move at his pace.

  My body arches with every surge and withdrawal, and when he lets go of my wrists, I dig my fingers into his pectorals, scratching my nails down his chest as he skims his hands down my back, all the while gyrating on him and building toward another orgasm.

  “Lean down here and let me suck your nipple, Mary,” Henry groans.

  As soon as I bend forward, he draws me into his mouth as I round my hips and shatter magnificently. I throw my head back while Henry bites my nipple and guides my ass back and forth to prolong my orgasm. My peak splinters, and I fall against his chest, blissfully fulfilled.

  This split second, when he embraces me so tightly and affectionately, he conquers another piece of my heart. I’ve only had sex with one person before and only one time. And the feelings it gave me were nowhere near as powerful as the sensations flowing inside me right now. This closeness ties me to Henry. I was already infatuated with him before I even had sex with him. But now I’m balancing on the brink of falling hopelessly in love.

  After moments of catching my breath, Henry whispers, “I’m not done with you yet.”

  CHAPTER 18

  Henry

  “I’m not done with you yet.”

  Seductively, Mary rolls off me and onto her stomach, and I tongue my way down her spine, fascinated by her smooth, soft olive skin, before I roughly draw her up onto her knees. But instead of keeping her in that position, I sit back on my haunches and situate her so that she straddles my hips, her back pressing aga
inst my chest. Then I prod her wider by spreading my thighs and nudge the head of my cock against her pussy, plunging inside. Mary’s arms twine back around my neck as she arches her back, and I hold her waist, driving into her wetness as my lips graze up the side of her neck and behind her ear, taking her lobe between my teeth. My dick throbs with every thrust into her flexing and willing body.

  “Come for me one more time, baby,” I drawl, my fingers finding her clit.

  “I can’t,” she whimpers, bouncing on my cock and gripping my hair, so I cup her breast and circle her pussy faster, starting to feel her walls clench again.

  “Please...” she begs, and I pinch her nipple and clit at the same time until she mewls loudly and thrashes through another climax before falling back against me.

  Immediately, I move her off me. “Open that pretty mouth, Mary,” I order without changing my position.

  She bends forward, takes my cock in hand, and wraps her lips around me, pumping the base as she sucks the crown. Her fingers are barely able to fold around my dick, and it’s exquisite torture to watch Mary’s passion that I’ve always suspected was there come bursting out.

  I weave my hands into her copper curls and gather them into a ponytail, holding her head as she bobs up and down, sucking and licking. Then my release comes from deep in my groin. I pump wildly inside her mouth, and my cock swells before my seed coats the back of her throat as I emit a guttural roar, my orgasm scorching in its intensity.

  “Swallow,” I demand as she releases my dick from her mouth with a pop while my uneven breaths slow down.

  Her throat works when she does as ordered, and I tug her up by her hair so that we can share one more feverish kiss before I flop back on her bed, arms spread wide, from pure exhaustion. Mary collapses as well with her head on my chest, and I don’t move as she curls against me while I stare at the overhead canopy. I’ve never felt desire like this. Inescapable. Explosive.

  Mary’s teasing has driven me mad, and after two days of not seeing her, I was unable to stay away any longer. Her bold yet graceful and innocent movements surprise me, attracting me to her more than I’ve been attracted to anyone in a long time.

  “I wish you were my first,” she mutters softly, but I don’t respond.

  Dangerous.

  Christ, I need to go, even though it certainly isn’t Mary’s fault that I’m not fucking strong enough to resist her. However, she throws her leg over my hip and pretends she didn’t say anything since I didn’t react.

  I feel like an ass and a little uncomfortable. Afterward, I usually bolt or tell them to leave.

  She traces the lines on my arm that form the Celtic cross, which is a traditional cross but with a ring surrounding the intersection of the stem and arms, in the most relaxing manner, and I sigh in contentment. Then her fingers skim up my bicep and onto my neck, outlining the spade tattoo. She’s weaving a spell around me instead of the other way around.

  Mary starts talking in the huskiest voice that betrays her satiated state, “Why did you get the spade?”

  “It’s my lucky suit in cards.”

  “I see...And the cross? Are you religious? Or is the Celtic cross a pagan symbol?”

  “I’ve heard various meanings for it. Some do swear it’s a pagan symbol, and some even say it’s a phallic symbol turned into a cross. But I’m not religious – I don’t believe in God. I just liked the look of it.”

  “Hmm,” she mumbles, making me curious.

  “What does that mean?” I respond, anticipating that she’ll attempt to give me a lecture like most women do.

  Yet she murmurs, “That sounds about right. It fits the I prefer systems to people attitude of yours.”

  My gaze shoots down as I chuckle. “You sure aren’t afraid to speak your mind with me.”

  “Yeah, I’ve noticed that.” She smiles.

  And just like that, she’s eliminated the awkwardness I ordinarily experience right before I run out on a woman.

  As her pussy presses against my thigh, I realize that my night has been the exact opposite of what I’d had envisioned. I’d intended to just fuck Mary out of my mind so I could concentrate on a plan for Tara, which I still don’t have, but Tara’s the furthest thing from my thoughts right now.

  In silence, we simply lie in bed and stroke one another until my eyes begin to droop. Then I detect a snore, and a smile pulls at my lips. I can’t even remember the last time I had a date with a woman, but this has somehow altered into some form of a date, and now I’m considering sleeping over. Rattled by the intimacy she’s created, I ease out from under Mary without waking her.

  After collecting my clothes, I comb my hair back with my fingers and watch her sleep peacefully on her stomach, the sheet resting low on her hips. Hesitancy pulls at me as I try to decide what to do.

  Fuck it.

  Turning around, I place my hand on the door handle and push it down. When I look back at her one more time, I’m mesmerized by the way the moonlight streaming through the window lights her copper curls, and I pause.

  To stay or to go? Conflicting emotions fight inside me.

  CHAPTER 19

  Mary

  I roll over, and again, I’m in an empty bed. After the evening we had, I’d hoped he wouldn’t leave this time. Despondent, I sit up just as the bedroom door opens and Henry steps inside with a glass of water in hand.

  I just stare at him, amazed that he actually spent the night, and he raises both brows. The sight of Henry standing there in his black boxers with bed hair, being at ease in my room, makes me forget how often he’s pushed me away. He’s attractive as hell, sex and sin embodied with that wolfish grin that’s impossible to decipher.

  “Morning,” he greets, resting his shoulder against the doorframe while I ogle his hard calves, chiseled abs, and defined pecs.

  “Morning.”

  Henry approaches me, gently combing my hair away from my face and handing me the glass.

  “Thanks.” After I gulp the water down, I set it on my nightstand. “Did you sleep well?”

  He nods, and I add in a teasing tone, “I thought you’d left when I woke up.”

  His movement stops for a second, and he glances away. No matter the reason, I’m elated he’s still here.

  Since I don’t have any classes today and tomorrow, I don’t have any plans, so I get up to take a shower. But Henry stops me by my hips and runs his finger along the bite marks on my breasts before bending to kiss one and then the other.

  “Hmmm.” My arms loop around his neck as he straightens and picks me up by my ass.

  I wind my legs around his middle when he pulls me into him, his shaft hardening through his boxers. With a groan, he walks us into the bathroom, attempting to kiss me along the way.

  “No!” I purse my lips together and murmur, “Morning breath.” Then I slide down his body.

  Chuckling, he tweaks my nipple. “I’ve licked your pussy and ass, and you’re entirely naked in front of me, but you’re worried about fucking morning breath?”

  I swat his hand away from my breast and turn to face the mirror hanging over the sink, horrified when I see my disheveled state. I look thoroughly fucked with my curls in a mess, my lips swollen, and my skin marked by Henry’s touch. He presses himself against my back, kissing my neck as I bend forward to get my toothbrush and paste.

  “Lover, we don’t have time for this,” I tell him, taking the cap off the tube of toothpaste.

  “Lover?” he repeats with an arched brow.

  “Yeah, it fits you.”

  He grumbles, “Please just call me Henry.”

  I laugh. “Maybe.” From the medicine cabinet, I get another toothbrush for Henry and hand it to him.

  “But why don’t we have time?”

  “We’re going to walk Strawberry.”

  “Um, yeah, I might need to go.” He tries to turn around, but I halt him by his arm.

  “No! You’re going with me.”

  “You’re being very bossy again, bab
y.” He points his toothbrush at me. “I had other plans for you that definitely didn’t involve your dog.”

  “We can still do that later today, but...for that to happen, you have to stay.”

  Henry peers down at me with amusement. “Are you bargaining with me for a date?”

  “Well, we haven’t really had a date,” I retort, and he’s lost in thought momentarily, retreating into himself, so I begin brushing my teeth as he squirts a dollop of toothpaste onto his toothbrush.

  “Wouldn’t want to scare you away with morning breath,” he mutters around a grin, removing his boxers and brushing his teeth as he steps into the shower.

  After he finishes shampooing, I join him, but he quickly vacates the stall to make space for me because it’s too small for both of us. The way we move around each other is comfortable, even though I sense he’s not used to this.

  Hurriedly, I scrub my body clean, and after drying off, I slather on argan oil while a dressed Henry comes back inside the bathroom, rummaging through the containers on the counter to find some gel for his thick hair.

  He holds up the bottle of oil, saying distractedly, “This smells good. Like you.”

  I’m loving this side of him. I’m loving that he doesn’t run away from me anymore. “That’s the argan oil I told you about.”

  “Ah, the magic oil for your skin.”

  Sliding open the drawer beneath the sink, I grab a pair of lace panties and step into them. “So you do listen to me when I talk.”

  “Unfortunately, yes.” I catch the corner of his lip twitching. “Come on, I’m fucking starving, and I think your dog needs to do number two. She’s already waiting at the door.”

  “Oh, is she? Let me throw on jeans and a shirt real fast.” I pull my wet curls up into a bun and finish my morning routine.

  Within ten minutes, I’m starting my day with my favorite man as Henry and I exit my apartment. The wind is getting cooler to mark the beginning of fall, and storm clouds darken the sky.

  We cross the street to the park after buying coffee and doughnuts, and while we chat about ordinary things, Henry’s remarkably open with me. Yet at the same time, he appears slightly on edge, repeatedly glancing around.