Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(8)

“I’m on the pill,” I protest, wanting to feel every inch of Secretariat.

His sexy grin curls up his lips. “I don’t want a mess in my office, princess.”

I even missed him calling me princess. I should stop this, but my * has other ideas. It’s hungry for him.

He rolls the condom on and slams inside me. The impact makes me cry out.

“Oh God.” The friction is exquisite and my sex clamps down in response to his thick cock.

“You feel so damn good, Cyn.”

He rocks into me, and I throw my head back, exposing my neck to his greedy mouth. His tongue and lips graze the skin with rough kisses. I know he’s leaving marks, but I don’t care.

Shane pounds into me. My breathing becomes erratic, and my heart slams against my ribs.

When my face returns to his lips, he seals my mouth, drawing my breath away. All I can think about is how good this feels—my sex starved for his cock.

“I hope you’re about to come, princess, because I can’t hold out much longer. You feel too damn incredible.”

My * reacts to his words, quivering with sharp, strong spasms. His cock responds to the convulsions, shuddering and jerking deep inside me.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he rasps, grinning.

I did too, but I’ll be damned if I’ll tell him that. It felt too good, and he’s rattled my sex so roughly I cannot even think. It’s still pulsing and begging for round two.

“I can’t live without you, Cyn.”

I love this man, and shit. “You slept with Nikita.”

I push on him hard. He yanks his cock out and rips off the condom, tying it in a knot and tossing it into the trash.

“You were smashing lips with another gay guy. What is it with you?”

His desk phone beeps and his admin says, “I know you don’t want to be disturbed, but Timmons won’t leave.”

“That *,” I say loud enough for her to hear. He’d interviewed me about Uncle Manny several times, so why is he here?

“You should hire her,” the admin says, chuckling.

“What’s he doing here?” I ask. “I thought he was working with the DEA.”

Shane looks at me oddly. “The DEA?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll see Timmons in the adjoining conference room. It’ll be a minute though.” Shane bites my chin. “Damn, I missed you. If you can get my people paid by the end of the week, you’re hired.”

I can do that. “That’s all? What about Nikita?” I stamp my foot.

“We’ll talk about that and your bi-boyfriend.” Shane types onto the keyboard. “Look under employees. The hours are logged under timesheets.” He shoves me his ledger of checks.

“I have to see this prick,” he says.

“You should tell me why you need to see him and also why you’re screwing Nikita,” I demand.

“Oh, princess. You’ve ruined me for all women. We will talk, and if I see you kissing any more guys, don’t expect them to live.”

Shane tucks his shirt in and gives me a wicked smile. “We’re not done here yet. I need to f*ck you some more.”

My * involuntarily clenches, missing Secretariat expanding and filling it. “I don’t know about that.” I pinch his arm hard, and he grins. I wish I didn’t love this man.

He walks into another room while I pull my dress down and re-clasp my bra.

It doesn’t take me too long to straighten his books, which are a mess. After two hours, I’ve written well over twenty checks that pay his employees, including their back pay up until the end of last week. That should keep them happy.

The PC I’m working on slows to a crawl, especially the Internet access, so I scan over the vitals and look at what processes are running. I don’t know much about coding or his Hoops N’ Hookups business, so I nose around. It’s a pretty cool app that allows users to scan members and then search for online sporting events, showing the best seating at discount prices. The servers hosting the app seem to contain enough horsepower to handle the traffic, and they have an OC3 SONET leased line—impressive.

After doing the books for my dad, I know a little bit about security. Shane’s servers employ an intrusion detection system, but what’s odd is a port opens while I watch it and then closes a few minutes later. I check what outbound traffic was tunneled. It’s not something I recognize.

I get up and open the conference room door. “Shane, I think you should see this.”

Agent Timmons looks up at me from their discussion. “What’s she doing here?”

“Nice to see you too,” I say.

They both come into Shane’s office.

I open his IDS monitor. “It only happened once, but a port opened for outbound traffic that probably shouldn’t have.” I write down the port number and hand it to Shane. “I don’t think that’s supposed to happen.”

“It’s not,” Shane says.

“And how do you know this, Miss Diaz?” Timmons asked.

The fed definitely remembers me. “It’s on a need to know basis,” I tell him, and he gives me a dirty look.

Shane threads his hair. “I’ll write a packet sniffer tonight and find out where it’s sending the data.”