22. Lee
TWENTY-TWO
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Most people would never guess that Lee Sterling, campus bad boy and professional dealer-in-disappointment, knows his way around cybersecurity. When they look at me, they see the trust fund, the fighting, the drinking—exactly what I want them to see.
Instead of the three monitors running code, the specially built rig under my desk, or the fact that I’ve been monitoring my family’s accounts since I was fifteen. Some kids rebel with drugs, which I’ve done my fair share of, but I rebelled with Python scripts and SQL injections.
It would take nothing more than a few strokes of the keyboard to destroy my entire family’s empire. I should do it, and I’m not really sure why I haven’t yet, probably because it wouldn’t solve anything. It wouldn’t make me feel better. Ignoring the impulsive thought before I can go through with it, I change gears.
“Time to check on the family fortune,” I mutter, fingers flying across keyboards.
The familiar rhythm of coding calms me like counting tiles calms Salem. It’s my own kind of pattern, my own kind of control.
The Sterling Banking you’re going to like this.”
I press my thumb against the little ring and only push in enough to give her a little sensation. She gasps and moans again. “Lee!”
“I like when you say my name like that,” I tell her, picking up my pace because fuck, her pussy feels like heaven around me, and I’m not going to last much longer.
I move my hand around to her front and pinch her clit gently, making her arch into me harder, seeking more, deeper, harder, faster. She wants more, then I’ll give her more.
This time, I set a brutal pace, forcing her against the edge of the stool as I take her hard. Every thrust is greeted with a moan, and when she shatters, she shouts, “Lee!”
I grin as I thrust a few more times, riding out her orgasm and then reaching my own like a lightning strike down my spine. When I slow and stop, I’m still inside her, but I feel the warm heat of my cum dripping from her pussy onto my own thighs.
“You see what you do to me?” I pant. “This is us. This is our normal. And I won’t have anyone else make you doubt that, not even yourself.”
She hangs her head, her dark hair falling forward to hide her face, and lets out a long, stuttering breath. “Will this be my punishment every time I question it? Are you going to make me watch us have sex every time?”
I shrug and gently pull out of her, then get a rag from the kitchen to clean us both up. I don’t bother putting her panties back on. She doesn’t have any more classes today.
After I help her stand and lead her to the couch, she curls her body around mine, resting her head on my shoulder. It takes a moment, but I notice then that there isn’t even a whisper of changing her gloves or needing personal space.
Fuck. I think I’m …
I have to hold back the words as they spring to my mind. She’s not ready for them yet. Hell, I’m not ready for them yet, but they are there, waiting on the tip of my tongue.
Three little words that mean we are well and truly done pretending.