HACKING THE BILLIONAIRE

by Jenny Devall

  “Why are you all the way over there?” Dirk said.

  It hadn’t been intentional, but she’d taken a spot opposite him on the bench seat. She slid closer. He kissed her lightly, then ran his hand up her leg until he was under her dress.

  “Dirk?”

  “Just let it happen,” he whispered.

  He nipped at her neck as he fingers dipped into her panties.

  “I almost wish you weren’t wearing any panties at all.” He leaned back to look at her face? “Possible?”

  “No.”

  She didn’t need to think about that. She couldn’t imagine going the whole night with this dress on and no panties. That was above and beyond her job description.

  He frowned. “Okay, but I bet I can talk you into going without someday. Maybe not tonight,” he murmured into her ear.

  His fingers were doing a dance across her folds, and she spread her legs to give him better access. She couldn’t help it. Her eyes fell closed as he found her nubbin. He rubbed it in a circle.

  Part of her knew that this was about power with him. Right now a lot of her didn’t care. The tension grew and she gritted her teeth. He kept her right on the edge.

  She gripped his arm that was not currently in her panties. “Oh, Dirk.”

  Then he pushed a little harder and she came in glorious waves. Her body shuddered as he kept rubbing. Finally she came down off the orgasm.

  He pulled his hand out of her panties, sniffed his fingers, then smiled. “We’re here.”

  The limousine had stopped and here she was with her legs spread and her panties wet. Her face was probably flushed too.

  He opened the door then offered his hand to her. Damn him. He’d timed that this way on purpose.

  She cleared her throat. Thankfully her dress was in place, but she bet her lipstick didn’t look good. She’d have to duck into the ladies’ room before she met anyone.

  Walking into the hotel where the event was being held, she gripped his arm. “That wasn’t funny.”

  “You enjoyed it.”

  “Yes, but I need to check my makeup.”

  “You look lovely.”

  “I doubt that, but I have a feeling that all of your dates look like this when they get out of the limo.”

  He just chuckled. He then spent the next fifteen minutes introducing her to his staff. Zeke was there, and he gave her a leer. She’d expected that. Her tits were just about hanging out, and he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes on her face.

  Later Riley said to Dirk, “Did you notice how Zeke looked at me?”

  “I did, but that’s just Zeke. He’s harmless.”

  So Dirk had no idea. Wasn’t her place to worry about it. She’d be gone in a few weeks. She spent the evening talking to Dirk’s staff, but no one stood out for her as leak suspects. Her instincts told her it was one of the three that she’d already decided on.

  Two of whom were related to Dirk, so she had to be careful.

  She also spent the evening trying not to look as if she never attended galas like this. She watched to see what fork each person picked up.

  At the end of the night she realized that she’d had too much champagne. She wasn’t staggering, but she realized her inhibitions were definitely lowered. Dirk looked even sexier. She excused herself to use the bathroom. When she returned, she’d tucked her panties in her purse.

  She’d be ready for him in the limousine. Might be enough time if they went back to his place. As soon as they were in it, she straddled him. “Hey.”

  “Hi, Riley. I think you’re drunk.”

  “So?”

  What did that matter? She still wanted him. The only difference was her boldness. He caught her hands in his when they tried to unbutton his shirt. “I will not take advantage of you when you’re drunk.”

  She sat up. “Who cares? Not like we weren’t going to do this anyway.”

  “Maybe, but I don’t think you would be on my lap without your panties.”

  He nudged her off of him. She frowned at him then crossed her arms. He was no fun.

  ***

  As much as Dirk was amused and aroused by Riley’s actions, he knew that she wouldn’t have done that without the help of too much champagne. It had caught up with her quickly, he could tell. Her face was flushed and she was smiling more than usual.

  When he took a woman to bed, she was there of her own volition. Not because of alcohol. His ego demanded that. He also wasn’t going to take her to her house, in case she got sick. He couldn’t leave her in this state.

  She looked out the window. “Where are we going?”

  “To my place.”

  Her smile lit up the limousine. “You’ve changed your mind?”

  “No, I don’t want to leave you alone in case you get sick,” he said.

  She pouted, her bottom lip coming out. She was not happy with him, but he had a code. As much as he might love them and leave them, they were consensual in the loving department. He felt bad that he hadn’t realized sooner that Riley had over-imbibed. He would have stopped her, and they both would have a great night.

  Instead, he’d have to change into crappy clothes, because most likely she’d spend some time with her head in a toilet. Not his favorite way to spend the night, of course.

  She crossed her arms and sat as far away from him as possible. She was adorable in her pouting, but he would not give in.

  The limousine finally drove under his building, and they got out. Riley staggered a little, so Dirk grabbed her arm. She resisted, but he held firm. “Let me get you up to my place.”

  “No.”

  She tugged again, and this time she landed on her ass, giving him a good view of her naked crotch. His dick twitched, but Dirk’s brain would control this scenario.

  Thankfully no one else as in the garage to see her unclad state. He held out a hand to help her up. She tried on her own, then with a frown accepted his hand. He put his arm around her to hold her steady.

  “Please, let me help, Riley.”

  “I don’t want to. You won’t let me have fun.”

  She licked the side of his neck, and he couldn’t help smiling at her playfulness. He rested her head on his chest and sighed.

  “You’ll sleep it off, and if you feel up to it in the morning, we’ll stay in bed all day,” he said.

  He felt as if he were bribing a child to behave in a supermarket. If the kid did, he’d earn a candy bar. If Riley behaved he’d have sex with her. He chuckled at the thought.

  “What’s so funny?” she said.

  “Nothing at all, Riley.”

  The doors finally opened onto the hallway outside his penthouse. Riley stumbled, so he propped her against the wall as he unlocked the door. When he finished that task, he scooped her up in his arms and deposited her in the bathroom of his bedroom.

  “Hey?”

  “Let’s get that dress off of you,” he said.

  Her eyebrows went up. “So you are going to make love to me?”

  He slid the zipper down the back of the dress. He wasn’t desperate enough to fuck a sick woman. “No, I’m putting you in clothes you don’t mind throwing up on.”

  He got the dress and her bra off of her. She stood there naked, in his bathroom, as if she did it every day. He did know every inch of her, but he still admired her curvy ass and sexy back. He wanted to kiss down it, and he would when she was healthier.

  “Stay here.”

  “Okay,” she said, sounding like a petulant child.

  That made him chuckle also. He usually had someone else to deal with this, but he figured Riley was his responsibility tonight.

  He returned to the bathroom with a t-shirt and some sweatpants that might fit her. She donned them, and then her face went white. She bent over the toilet, and he gathered her hair in his fist. As expected, Riley emptied the contents of her stomach.

  She sat back on her heels and groaned. Dirk wiped her face with a warm washcloth.

  She smiled at him. “Thank yo
u.”

  “You’re probably not done.”

  “I hope I’m done.” She threw up again. He wiped her face again.

  “Finished?”

  She sat on her butt. “I think I am. Damn.”

  He handed her a glass with some mouthwash in it. “Rinse. Don’t drink anything for a while.”

  She did as he suggested, then let out a sigh. “Now I’m tired.”

  “You feel better?”

  “Oddly, yes. My stomach’s a little fluttery, but I don’t think I’m going to barf again.”

  He held out his hand. She took it, and he loved the little tingle her touch gave him. It scared him, but he liked it just the same. No woman had ever done that to him. He might be taking a risk spending time with Riley, but he didn’t want to miss a minute of her.

  For as long as he could. She’d be gone when the job was done, and that would probably be best. So he’d have her as close to him as possible until she found the culprit of his leak.

  He walked her to his bed. He hadn’t gotten a chance to change. “You get comfortable. Let me strip down and I’ll join you.”

  She slid under the covers, looking exhausted. “I’m cold.”

  He took off his clothes, folding them neatly on his dresser. He joined her under the covers, wrapping himself around her. “Now, sleep. We’ll have fun in the morning.”

  She nestled closer to him, and he had to admit he liked this. How domestic of him. He wasn’t a snuggler. He had sex and they left. He took care of their needs in bed, but when he was done, he sent them home.

  Riley would stay the night. She might even stay tomorrow night, and the prospect equally thrilled him and scared him.

  Chapter Eight

  Riley woke up with her head throbbing a little and a man’s arm flung over her. One of those sensations was nice. One was not, but she’d put up with the pain to bask in the feeling of safety the man’s arm over her provided.

  She never would have guessed that she would like that. With Dirk’s manly, warm body pressed against her, nothing bad could happen. Having grown up an only child, she was fiercely independent. With her parents gone, she was alone in the world, and that was okay.

  But at this moment in time, at this place in time, she felt safe and liked it. That both thrilled and scared her. She should get up. She should put her clothes on, but instead she stayed perfectly still, not wanting to disturb Dirk or this moment.

  It could be the most perfect moment that she never knew she wanted. She sighed, then held her breath. She hadn’t wanted to make any noise.

  Dirk slid closer to her. “Good morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?”

  He snuggled her closer to him. Closer to his erection. Closer to that hard, warm man-body. In that moment, she realized why people married. They wanted this every morning. They wanted to begin their day with this.

  It had a certain appeal. Too bad this scenario was only temporary.

  “A small headache.”

  “You want something for it?” he said.

  “No, because I don’t want to move.”

  “Well, I hope you want to move a little bit. I’ll make it worth your while.”

  His breath and dirty words wafted across her ear, sending a thrill down her spine. This was truly sex on a stick.

  She rolled in his arms. “I’m sure I can be persuaded to move. Just a little.”

  The devilish grin on his face spoke volumes. Then he kissed her. That kiss spoke of the evil and wonderful things he wanted to do to her body. Then he kissed her neck. Then in between her breasts. Then he lifted her shirt up and kissed her stomach.

  His teeth snagged the top of her sweats, and he pulled them down to her thighs. He kissed right above her mound; then his tongue came out to play.

  He licked her folds. “A is for arousal.” He licked again, his tongue lingering. The sensation had her paralyzed. “B is for booty.”

  Was he going to say the whole alphabet?

  He did. Three orgasms later he said, “Z is for zipper, which I love pulling down on you.”

  “Now I can’t move.”

  He slid back up her body as he chuckled. “I’ll do all the work.”

  He fished into his nightstand then rolled the condom onto himself. Her headache was a distant memory. Her focus was now on his body and the smile he wore. Her body hummed.

  Entering her in one quick motion, he stopped when he hit bottom. She loved the sensation of fullness he brought to her. Her hands found his arms, and she held onto them as his muscles bunched.

  He set up a rhythm, slow and torturous, and she wasn’t sure she could do anything about it. He was in charge this morning. Her body reacted to his and she had no control. No control. Another feeling she never thought she’d like.

  He nipped at her neck. Her breath hitched and she couldn’t catch it. There was so much going on at the same time. If he’d been doing something wrong, she couldn’t have corrected him, because she could no longer speak.

  She could just hold on and enjoy the ride. And she did. She threw her head back as another orgasm built. Her body wound tighter and tighter as he increased his strokes.

  Something coiled inside of her then exploded as he slammed into her, her orgasm clearly making him follow her over the edge. Then silence as he slumped onto her. Not his full weight, but she didn’t care.

  She liked the hard planes of his body against hers.

  “Damn,” he said.

  He’d felt it too. There had been more this time. Something had changed between them. She wouldn’t say it, but this had been more than sex. More than just two bodies satisfying themselves.

  Holy shit. This was supposed to be a job. Part of her wanted to run from him. Never see him again, because that would happen eventually. Instead she lay there and blinked back the tears.

  By the time Dirk recovered, she had a smile on her face. The emotions had been pushed down. They were not for public consumption.

  He rolled off of her, dropped the knotted condom in a trash can by the bed, then snugged her up against him.

  And she felt safe again.

  “You hungry?” he asked.

  “Yes, but I can wait a few minutes.”

  She needed that to get her equilibrium back. She could lay here with her back to him and find her center again. Dirk had knocked her off it, and she needed to get back there. This man was dangerous because he was not offering forever.

  He was not Mr. Right. He was Mr. Right Now. She had to remember that or get her heart broken.

  “You are thinking very deeply,” Dirk said.

  “No, I’m just enjoying the afterglow.”

  “Okay.”

  Her body still hummed from the orgasms. The twitching had stopped, but she wasn’t sure she could stand anyway. If the place were on fire, she’d have to be carried out.

  “I’m sorry about last night,” she said finally.

  She had been unprofessional.

  “No worries. If you don’t drink champagne regularly it can hit you when you least expect it.”

  “Thanks for being understanding, and I’m sorry I threw myself at you.”

  “I’m not. I enjoyed it, even if I had no plans on taking advantage of it,” Dirk said.

  She laughed. As cozy as this was, she needed to get up. She needed to get away from all of this so she wouldn’t crave it. “Okay, I’m hungry.”

  “Go shower, and I’ll get some breakfast going,” he said.

  If he treated his girlfriends this well, no wonder they didn’t want to leave him.

  ***

  Dirk whistled while he cooked bacon. He stopped. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d whistled, let alone the last time he’d cooked anyone breakfast.

  He surveyed his kitchen. He’d set two places at his breakfast nook. He’d even put out linen napkins. If Zeke could see him now. Dirk shrugged. He wasn’t going to think too deeply about it.

  Riley entered the kitchen, fully dressed, but her hair still wet.


  “Smells good,” she said.

  “It’s just bacon for now,” he said.

  He kissed her on the nose then realized that was an affectionate gesture.

  Riley glanced at her phone in her hand. “I have a notification from that program I put in your firewall. Someone has gone through the back door.”

  “Can you see who it is?”

  “No. I’ll need my laptop,” she said.

  Just like that, they were back to business. He’d hoped for a day without thinking about having a traitor in his organization. “We can get that after I shower.”

  “You don’t have to come with me. I can get home by myself.”

  “This is my company. It means everything to me to find this person.”

  “Just because someone went through that back door does not mean that person is your traitor. It could be routine maintenance,” she said.

  He didn’t want to get his hopes up. Then again, if he found the person, then Riley would be out of his life. He wanted her to stay and play a little longer.

  He couldn’t decide, and that scared him. Not much in life scared him, but this woman managed to.

  “You still want to check it out?” he said, flipping bacon.

  “Yes, I do.”

  They ate, and he showered and dressed then took her down to his car.

  “You own a car in Manhattan?”

  He smiled. “I do. I use it mostly when I want to get out of the city. Which we can do later if you want.”

  He hoped he didn’t sound like a desperate puppy, but he enjoyed her company. He had the day free, so he meant to spend it with her.

  “Where to?”

  “Anywhere. We could go visit some wineries outside of the city.”

  She looked at him, her expression odd as she slid into his Aston Martin. “You actually leave the two one two?”

  “Yes, I do. My parents live in Connecticut,” he said. “I tend to fly to their house.”

  He started the vehicle. It roared to life, and he knew he’d never get tired of those twelve pistons pumping up and down. Driving could be sexual, and he did almost get a hard-on when he could really open up this bad boy.

  “Fly? As in an airplane?”

  “No, helicopter.”