Page 7 of Securing Her Secrets
I watch, mesmerized, as she takes inventory of the small kitchen. Every movement is precise, efficient. She’s in her element here, just as much as she is behind a keyboard. We eat in a comfortable silence, but I can feel her eyes on me, searching.
“Who arethey?” she asks finally, her voice steady. Rya starts listing off organizations she’s ‘volunteered’ for. I knowfrom her file that her ‘volunteering’ is actually high-level cyber-insurgency for the little guy, paying bills for families, saving animal shelters, and making her corner of the world a better place. She’s brilliant, and she has no idea she’s walked into a den of wolves.
"It’s not the organizations you were helping that put the target on your back, Rya," I say, giving her a stern look. I lean forward and rest my forearms on the table, my eyes locked on hers. "It’swhoyou were helping them steal from.” Her brow furrows slightly, but I press on. “The Shadow Syndicate isn’t some street-level gang. They’re a government splinter group—highly trained, highly funded, and they specialize in moving black money digitally. They use servers so buried and encrypted, most governments don’t even know they exist.”
“Okay, but what does that have to do with me? Surely they don’t think I stole from them, right?”
“You, my brilliant little hacker, stumbled straight into their digital vault while tracing a money trail for that animal shelter." Her cheeks lose some color, and her eyes, magnified behind those glasses, are wide with shock. "How… how do you know about that? About the, um…vigilante work?" The last words are almost a whisper, filled with a desperate hope that her secret life is still secret.
I can’t help the slow, possessive smile that stretches across my face. I reach across the table and gently brush a stray curl of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. "Did you really think I wouldn’t do my homework before kidnapping the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life protecting?" I wink, a gesture that feels both odd yet natural when aimed at her.
Rya just stares at me, processing the shock of the revelation, the wink, and the casual mention ofthe rest of her life. She swallows hard, but then her face hardens with a familiar stubbornness.
She stands from the table, grabbing the laptop before making her way to the office nook where I have my computer set up. Her focus is already shifting from the danger to the challenge. Just like me. I join her in the cramped space, booting up my machine and entering my password. We don’t even have to say what we’re doing or who we’re looking for as we log onto the private, encrypted servers of Aegis Security.
Rya and I work seamlessly together, occasionally pointing at something or asking for clarification. We’re in the zone, our faces buried behind our screens as we speak in technical jargon most people wouldn’t understand. Rya matches me bit for bit, her knowledge sparking a sense of awe I’ve never felt for another person. She’s a genius. And she’s teasing me.
“What’s wrong with your face?” she asks, a grin spreading across her soft, rosy cheeks.
I realize I’m smiling. Just a little. It feels foreign, but right. “It’s something new I’m trying out,” I tell her. “What do you think?”
We turn toward each other, me with what I’m sure is a silly smirk on my lips while Rya has a curious, playful smile on hers.
“I like it,” she whispers. We’re so close, I can feel her breath tickling my skin, sending a shiver through every part of me. Her eyes drop to my lips, a tinge of dark yet curious hunger. Jesus, what that does to me.
My nose brushes against Rya’s, and my gaze flickers to her pleading brown eyes. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for, but I sure as hell do. She wants to taste my smile? I’m more than willing to oblige.
I lean in, my mouth inches from hers. “Rya,” I groan, the word a prayer and a demand. “I’m going to kiss you now,” I inform her.
She bites her bottom lip before tilting her chin up, offering me the sweetest gift. “Please…”
That’s all I need to hear. I press my lips to hers, the kiss deep and desperate. She tastes like coffee and sugar, and she’s everything I never knew I needed. My hands roam over her curves, claiming every inch of her as mine. I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I need her under me, around me, until the rest of the world disappears.
I easily lift her and carry my sexy-as-hell woman to the kitchen table, stepping between her thighs. Rya wraps her legs around me and rocks her hips against my aching cock. Fuck, I can feel her heat, her need. I need it, too. Need to touch and taste and worship every inch of this goddess.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down her jaw, ear, neck, and shoulder. I can't explain the need to sink my teeth into her soft flesh, to suck, and mark her as my own. My dick grows impossibly harder when I picture her creamy skin red from the way I've loved her.
“Miller… Miller…” She moans my name as I growl into her skin. My hands slip under the hem of her shirt and grip her soft curves before dipping below the waistband of her sweatpants.
“I need something,” she whines so sweetly for me. I fucking love her innocence, her desperate need to feel more. “I-I don’t know what…”
Shit, I know what she needs. “Can I touch you, beautiful? I promise I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Rya nods, but I need more from her.
“Tell me, Rya. Tell me what you want me to do with your gorgeous fucking body.”
“Miller,” she breathes out, her cheeks flushed as her brown eyes meet mine. We’re both panting, our bodies rubbing together to keep the tension sizzling right below the surface. “I want to feel… more. Your… your fingers…”
I growl and nip the side of her neck, then capture her sultry, surprised gasp with my lips. “Anything else?” I murmur when we break apart.
“Um… I’ve always wondered…” Rya looks away from me, doubt creeping into her features. She has no idea I’m hanging on her every fucking word.
“You can tell me anything. Everything,” I assure her, peppering kisses across her jaw while I slide my hands from her hips to her ass. She moans softly as I help her grind against me, both of us vibrating with the anticipation of more.
“Do you want to t-taste me?”
She’s too fucking cute, blushing at me while she politely asks me to gorge on her ripe, juicy cunt.
