by Kenya Wright
Completely giddy, I waved at him like an idiot.
Another man’s voice filled the room. “Mr. Patel, do you want us to completely drop the XProtect?”
“Yes.” Kamal turned back to the screen. “It’s not doing what we want. There’s no need to push the product to our customers.”
“Okay, sir.”
Kamal picked up his pen, wrote something down, and looked at the screen. “Ron, what do we have on Vorce?”
A lighter male voice started, “Vorce has succeeded with all tests. Webcam and microphone protection is preventing all possible eavesdropping, especially with companies like Amazon. It prevents them from spying on their customers.”
What the hell? Companies spy on us?
I went to the cabinet and grabbed a glass.
“Good,” Kamal said. “No one wants to be spied on especially not by the device that allows you to connect to friends and family.”
The man spoke, “And with these current times more people will be using their web cameras more than ever before. Zoom office meetings. Virtual get-togethers. Celebrities are even beginning to do live broadcasts on all social media platforms. This will be a fruitful time for a hacker.”
“Correct.” Kamal turned my way and watched me filling the glass with ice and then water. His gaze pierced me, heating my skin and making my nipples hard.
A woman spoke, “Mr. Patel, do you think we should keep our release date of Vorce in August?”
Kamal kept his gaze on me. “No, Katie, webcam hacks are a serious reality and will be occurring more and more frequently now. Let’s see if we can put Vorce out at the end of the month.”
I mouthed the words, “You’re so smart.”
He licked his lips and returned to the screen. “Have we tested Vorce against several remote access trojans?”
“Yes sir. We’ve had our best hackers to challenge it. Out of the twenty, only one could get into the cam and when he did, he couldn’t record any of the activities. After two minutes, the camera shut off and alerted the user.”
Kamal nodded at the screen. “Excellent.”
I took the glass of water to the door and opened it.
To my surprise, Oliver stood in the doorway, leaning against it and semi-posing. Somewhere in between my bringing Ganesha inside and getting his water, he decided to take off his t-shirt and do flexing reps with his pectoral muscles. Poor Elisabeth was tied to the radiator in the hall, whimpering and probably thirstier than her master.
I widened my eyes. “Uh. . .here you go. Should I get Elisabeth some water?”
“No. She’s fine.” Oliver winked at me and made his right pec jump. “Are you sure I can’t come in for a hug or two?”
“I’m sure.” I handed him the glass of water.
He took it. “Thank you. I’m so hot right now. It would be nice to sit down on your couch or something. Zora would let me in for a chat.”
Alrighty. You’re not getting a hug, buddy.
A voice sounded behind me. “Mr. Patel, your screen is gone.”
Kamal responded, “Give me a minute, Zach. I’m turning my mic off too. Carry on without me for a few minutes.”
I glanced over my shoulder.
With an annoyed expression, Kamal stalked forward. It took him no time to get to us. When he did, he crowded the space in the doorway, forcing me to inch away. “Hello, Oliver. How are you doing?”
Oliver frowned and backed up from the door. “Hey, there. I didn’t realize Zora’s brother was. . .staying here.”
“You didn’t realize that?” Kamal moved forward, pushing him back into the hallway some more. “Sorry, Oliver. Next time we’ll send you that memo.”
Frowning, Oliver held the glass in mid-air and then sort of fake chuckled. “Funny.”
“It is funny.” Although Kamal leaned on the door, he still towered over Oliver. “You were feeling parched?”
Oliver gazed up at him. “Huh?”
Kamal gestured at the glass. “The water.”
“Oh, yes. I. . .my throat gets dry when I run.” Oliver took a few sips and then handed it to me.
Kamal grabbed it from him. “You feel better now?”
“Yes.” Oliver quickly put his shirt back on and went over to untie Elisabeth. “Just what I needed.”
“Good for you. Next time consider taking a bottle of water with you. It’s great for runners.”
Oliver’s frown deepened. “Yeah. I’ll consider that.”
“Good.” Kamal shut the door and took the glass over to the sink.
Chapter 14
Jade
His Pussy
Kamal continued to wash the glass that Oliver drank from. “How did you two meet up this morning?”
“Ganesha has an official Monday morning jog with Oliver’s dog, Elisabeth.”
“My sister jogs with that jerk every Monday morning?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm.” He washed the glass and then put it in the drying rack. “Next time, I’ll come along.”
“No need.” I gestured to his laptop. “You’re doing big things like protecting people from getting their webcams hacked into. I didn’t know it happened so much.”
Kamal moved his gaze all over me. Every spot he looked my skin tingled. “Hackers use a Trojan horse malware to secretly install and run remote desktop software without your knowledge. You may think you’re downloading one thing, when in fact it’s carrying a hidden payload.”
“How can I stop this?”
“Don’t click on attachments or any suspicious links in an email, text, or social media message.” He closed the distance. “Also. . .you should take off your clothes right now.”
“I am. And then I’m going to take a shower.”
He captured my waist and kissed me.
When he pulled back, I whispered, “Good morning, sexy man.”
“Take your clothes off.”
“I am sweaty and—”
“I like it.”
I laughed.
“I’m serious.”
“You have a meeting.” I left his arms.
He lightly smacked my ass, causing it to jiggle.
I yelped.
Sighing, he headed over to his makeshift office, grabbing his crotch the whole time. “Next Monday, we will all go jog together.”
“I don’t need you to come with me. I can handle Oliver.”
He stopped and turned to me. “Can you now?”
“He’s just. . .”
“A frat boy rapey type.”
I blinked. “He’s just a playboy that’s super lonely right now and apparently in need of hugs for survival.”
Kamal frowned.
“It’s science.”
Kamal scowled. “He asked you for a hug?”
“Or course he did.” I gestured at myself. “Aren’t I the most huggable individual you’ve seen?”
“Yes. But only I get to hug you.”
I sucked my teeth.
“You disagree?”
“I’m going to take a shower.” I headed off.
He caught my arm and brought me back to him. “No. We have to make sure you understand the situation.”
I chuckled. “What’s that? You own me now? You only fucked me once.”
“Twice. You woke me up in the middle of the night.”
“Okay. Twice.” I blushed. “You fuck me twice and you suddenly own all my hugs?”
“Not just your hugs.”
“Oh, there’s more?”
“Your kisses.” He wrapped his arms around my waist. “I own your pussy too. And your moans.”
“Mr. Patel, I wasn’t aware of that before sleeping with you.”
“Too bad.” He captured my lips.
I groaned into his mouth, loving his taste. He pulled up my top and sports bra. If he thought I was too salty from sweat, he never said it. Instead, he licked and lapped as if I had just left the shower.
I slipped my hands down to the front of his jeans and gripped tha
t massive cock of his. “Do you have to finish your meeting?”
“No. It’s one of the many benefits of being the CEO of the company.” He pulled me over to his laptop, closed it, and snatched off his jacket. “Take those pants off immediately.”
“Yes, Mr. Patel.”
“Do you know how pissed I was not seeing you in bed this morning?”
“I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t. I would have turned you over and rammed my cock into you. Ganesha would have missed his jog.”
Laughing, I kicked off my sneakers and slipped off my pants.
A minute later, he had his clothes off and me bent over the table. Slowly, he rubbed the tip of his fat cock along my opening. “Let’s go back to the topic of ownership.”
“No.” I bit my lip. “Let’s go deep inside of me.”
He smacked my ass.
“Oh.”
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
He rubbed slow circles along my pussy with the tip of his cock. I gripped the desk and pushed back, needing him to put it inside of me.
Growling, he pierced me only an inch. “You’re so fucking wet.”
It felt so good. His warm tip penetrating and stretching me.
Too good.
“Wait.” I froze.
He did too.
I rose a little and glanced over my shoulder. “Condom.”
He scowled. “But look at how shiny my cock is right now with you. I love the way you're dripping all over—”
“Condom, Kamal.”
Grumbling, he pulled the tip out and stalked off to the bedroom. His length remained erect in front and pointing forward. With every step, it bobbed a little.
A minute passed, he returned and glared. “Never send me to that drawer again.”
“Why not?”
“My sister has all types of disgusting things in there like lube—”
“She’s a fan of flavored—”
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” He spun me around, bent me over, and smacked my ass. “Just for that, I’m going to fuck you hard.”
“Please.” I giggled. “Do you need help with putting on that condom?”
“Don’t you worry your sexy ass about that.”
“Hmmm.”
Right when I thought he was going to fuck me, he lowered to the floor and spread my legs apart. Cool air brushed my folds. From behind, I was completely on display for him—my ass and pussy.
With his fingers, he spread my pussy open. “Let’s get back to the ownership topic.”
“Really, Kamal?”
He swiped his tongue along my pussy.
“Oh.”
He grabbed my ass with both of his hands and lapped at my center.
“Oh, God.” I trembled with pleasure. “You’re so nasty.”
“You are damn right I am.” He dipped his finger in my pussy. “I just want to make sure you’re still turned on.”
“Trust me, I am.”
“A lot could have happened in my journey to get the condom.”
“Fuck me, Kamal.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He rose and spread my legs open wider. And then he was deep inside of me. With no warning or time to catch my breath. So thick and fat. He expanded my pussy.
He growled, “This is mine.”
I gritted my teeth, doing my best to take that big cock. “Oh.”
“Say it, princess.”
“It’s yours.”
“Every fucking inch of this pussy.”
“Yes.”
“And your hugs?”
I almost laughed, but he reached around and flicked my clit. “Oh!”
Pumping into me, he rubbed my clit some more. “And your hugs?”
“Yes.”
Balls deep, he slammed hard into me. “Everything?”
“Yes.”
Then there was no more conversation. Only grunts and moans rising in the air with the scent of our sex. The table jerked back and forth. His laptop rattled. My legs went weak. He grabbed my hips and kept me up, making sure I continued to take him in whole, never giving me a moment of calm.
My heart hammered into me. My nerves bloomed with lust and heat.
And then we came together. So hard, I screamed. So hard, he held me tight and growled like an animal into my ear. So hard, Ganesha barked over and over from the kitchen.
I collapsed on top of the table, not even sure if I could walk to the shower.
He and his cock are going to ruin me.
Afterward, we showered together.
Instead of him returning to work, we hung out in bed. I had a towel around my head and another around my body. He wore a robe he’d bought from his friend Ross’s store. He’d made us snacks—fruit, cheese, and crackers.
I reached for the remote control.
He shook his head. “No TV. I just want to focus on you.”
My heart warmed. “Okay.”
He leaned his head to the side. “Have you talked to Zora yet?”
“No.” Guilt hit me. “Why?”
“I was wondering if she knew about us.”
“Usually, we would have chatted by now. Granted, she is on her honeymoon.”
“Yes.”
“But. . .I’ve kind of been avoiding my next phone conversation with Zora. We know everything about each other. I can’t keep this from her.”
“I don’t expect you to.” He held my hand. “I could tell her.”
“But what would we say. Hey, Zora. We’re fucking now.”
“Or. . .we’re dating.”
“Are we dating, though?”
“Trust me. If restaurants and Broadway were open, you would fully understand that we were dating.”
I smiled. “I’ve always wanted to see a play on Broadway.”
“You will since you’re moving here.”
“I still haven’t decided.”
He gave me a wicked grin. “Hmmm.”
A scream came from the living room.
We jumped up.
Kamal got in front of me and raced into the living room. “What the hell is going on?”
“You bitch!”
Laughing, I followed him in there. “Oh. It’s Zora’s soap opera.”
On the screen, the Beautiful and the Deceitful played. Dressed in all black, Crystal Waters walked past her crying daughter and stood in front of her ex-husband’s grave. Diamonds covered her neck and dangled from her ears. Meanwhile, her daughter Selene wore jeans and a t-shirt.
Crystal looked away from the tombstone and glared at her daughter. “I’ll let you say bitch this time. But say it again, and you’ll join one of these graves.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll never speak to you again.” Selene stomped off.
Crystal turned back to the grave. The camera zoomed in on her face. “I’m glad you’re dead, Blake. You ruined my daughter and me, you son of a bitch.”
A tear left her eye.
“No, darling.” Blake stepped up to her in an immaculate suit. “You ruined it all by yourself.”
Stunned, Crystal stepped back. “No. You. . .you’re. . .supposed to be. . .dead.”
Blake laughed to himself. “But, I’m not.”
And then the tv went to a diaper commercial.
Kamal looked at me. “Is that serious?”
“Wow. Blake is really alive.”
“That is the worst acting I’ve seen in my life. How can my sister look at this?”
“She finds it entertaining.” I chuckled. “Zora is going to lose her mind when she finds out Blake is alive. She cried for two days over his death.”
“That’s insane.” Kamal shook his head. “I’m making us lunch.”
“No. I’m making it.” I ran into the kitchen.
He caught and pulled me behind him. “I beat you.”
“Hey!”
“Go back and look at Crystal while I cook.”
“I’m—”
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br /> “No. Let me know how Blake cheated death.”
I chuckled. “Fine, but you’ll be missing out on great drama while slaving in the kitchen.”
“It’s worth it to see you smile.”
I flushed with arousal. “Hmmm.”
Maybe. . .I could stay in New York for a little while, after this pandemic.
Chapter 15
Kamal
Corona Bae
Tuesday morning, we woke to people screaming outside.
Yawning, I gently moved Jade from my chest and left the bed.
Jade opened her eyes. “What the hell is going on?”
I walked over to the window and pushed the curtains to the side. Movement sounded from behind me. Then, Jade stood on my right. “What are they saying?”
“I can’t tell.” I lifted the window.
Several Park Slopers stood on their balconies yelling down at pedestrians. “Flatten the curve, dick heads!”
“Yeah!” A few others screamed at the walker byers from their windows. “Go home, asshole!”
“You’re the reason why we’ll be stuck in the house until next year.”
One of the pedestrians raised his hand and flipped the people on the balconies off.
“Yeah. Fuck you too! Flatten the curve or die from the virus.”
Jade shook her head and left. “They’ve lost their minds.”
I yanked the window back down. “Only in Park Slope.”
“If this is how New Yorkers act in less than a week, I don’t even want to know what happens after a month of isolation.”
“Don’t worry. We won’t be in Brooklyn in a month.”
She chuckled but didn’t respond.
I quirked my brows. “You think that’s funny?”
“I think I should go brush my teeth and wash my face.”
“Hmmm.”
You do know that after tasting that good pussy, I won’t let you go?
Jade hadn’t decided yet. This situation between us had happened fast. But, I didn’t care. She liked to use logic. Me too, but not when it came to her.
She went into the bathroom.
I followed, but stayed in the doorway, checking her out in those sexy pajama shorts.
People continued to yell outside.
I chuckled.
Shaking her head, she grabbed her washcloth. “I get that they want people to go inside, but there’s a way to go about it.”
“Yep.” I crossed my arms across my bare chest.