28. Matty
Chapter twenty-eight
Matty
I can see down Hannah's shirt. I should tell her, right? Or maybe she already knows? And wants me to look? The top swells of her luscious tits and the deep groove between them is taunting me. They beg me to bite them. It begs me to lick through the valley.
We're back in my office in DC. Hannah's on her knees on the floor surrounded by printed-out bank statements. I offered her the digital spreadsheets of Vitale's many accounts, but she said she works better when it's printed out. She's humming a tune I don't recognize, highlighting lines and scribbling notes. She looks really fucking happy. And more alive than I've ever seen her.
I know my brand of crazy isn't for everyone, and I've never really had to grow up. But I would. For her. I could be that responsible, consistent man Rico is. I could be that protective, alpha-vibes Santiago is. But maybe that's just it. Maybe I don't need to be, because the other two are. I won't be the kid's stepdad. I'll be like that cool uncle who helps get them into trouble, but who they secretly call asking about girl troubles.
I smile. What Hannah needs is fun. To not take life or herself too seriously. To go with the punches and learn to enjoy life. To thrive, not just survive. And by fuck, I can help her do that. She's already doing it.
Rico's the man she can lean on in times of need. When she needs someone strong and steady and willing to take charge when her battery's low. Santiago, with his overprotective being, and young bad boy virgin vibes makes her feel like a woman again. Makes her feel wanted, desired, and needed in a way only a woman can be. I remind her to enjoy life and embrace your own brand of crazy.
We've been printing and going over bank statements for an hour. Hannah seems more than content to look at eye-crossing names and numbers, and I'm more than content to watch her.
Sometimes she'll have me google a person or a company and explain who they are or what they do. There are dozens of streaming services, Porn Hub, porn subscriptions, cash deposits, cash withdrawals - all the normal stuff you'd find in any man's bank account.
"Vostok Capital Group?" She asks, looking up at me. I want to see her on her knees for me in another way. But I cough and turn my attention to my laptop.
"Vostok Capital Group. Their website says they're a Russian capital investment firm?" I scroll a few pages of Google and find some news articles linking them to the Moscow Bratva. So I tell her that.
"Hmmm," she hums thoughtfully. "Could you do me a favor? Could you look up the USD and the Russian Ruble on Oct 10th?"
So I tell her. She scribbles something on the margins of the page
"And the 15th?"
She asks me maybe ten more dates, each time a little more excited. She pulls out her phone and does some quick calculations for those dates, going all the way back to the start of the year.
"Okay, so it looks like he's sending them twenty-five grand sometimes and fifty grand other times. Doesn't really seem to be a pattern. It didn't cause any red flags because, with the exchange rate, the exact amount he sends varies. But then he'll receive fifty, or a hundred grand from wire transfers from various individuals and companies. It seems to me like he's buying something from over there and selling it here for double? Does that make sense?"
"It sure does, pretty girl. Make a list of everyone who has sent him large wire transfers and we'll have our hacker look into them! See if we can't dig a little deeper and see what they're purchasing."
Already bored of this, and feeling like this was enough progress, I tug her to standing, wrap my arms under her butt and spin her in a circle. She squeals and grips my shoulders for support.
I slowly let her slide down my body, a shiver rolling through me at the feel of her curves against my hard stomach. My dick's been half hard the entire time, but with her standing this close, her lilac perfume, her lush tits pressed against my hard chest? Yeah, I'm rock-hard.
I lean back against my desk, dragging her so she's standing between my open legs, body still flush against mine.
She licks her lips, a pink blush on her cheeks and neck.
"Matthew," she whispers.
I groan.
"Do you know how hard you make me when you say my name like that?" I grab her hand and place it over my slacks-covered cock.
She squeezes it.
"Do you know how hot rolled-up sleeves on a man are?"
"Consider all my sleeves rolled from now on."
She chuckles softly. Hannah's been through some shit, and if I can make her happy? I'll do whatever I can for the rest of my life to make this woman happy.
She looks down and is uncharacteristically shy.
"What is it, baby?" I ask, tilting her face back up to me with my fingers on her chin.
"I slept with Rico...and Santiago..." she whispers and I smile. She's worried I'll reject her because she's been with them.
"Were they any good?"
She bites her lip and nods. "They were both just what I needed at the time."
"And now? What do you need right now?" I bend and bring my mouth to the shell of her ear. "Are you feeling needy right now, Hannah?" I growl, my voice low and strained with lust.
She squeezes me again and my breath stalls in my lungs.
She nods, and the look in her eyes floors me. For a moment we're back in High School and I'm just fantasizing about her. Her big blue eyes looking up at me with such open and honest lust.
Her hands run up my chest while mine settle on her lower back.
Holy shit, I love this woman.
I've known infatuation, I've known obsession, I've known desire, but this is love. Watching her love and protect her children, the way children deserve to be loved. Something I never grew up with. Seeing the strength she had to deal with her POSH and then demand what she needed from Santiago. The way she gives herself to us freely, with trust and love.
My heart beats against my ribcage in a painful staccato, demanding this woman in front of me.
She's not ready for the L word, I don't think. But I've been sold on the idea of us for more than a decade.
She's not ready yet, but the look she's giving me right now says she's close.
I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her like she belongs to me. A whimper escapes her and I capture it with my mouth. My tongue finds hers and mine caresses her with a need, a promise. I tilt back a hair and nibble on her bottom lip, earning me another whimper.
I want to fuck her on my desk so every time I come back in here to work, that image of her splayed out beneath me haunts me.
I stand tall again, before wrapping my hands behind her thighs and lifting her, wrapping her legs around my waist.
"Matty! I'm too heavy!" She squeals but grips me in her thighs. Her hands wrap around the back of my neck. I smack her ass, hard, for that degrading comment about my woman.
"Do I look like I'm struggling?" I ask, all playfulness gone.
A second later I swipe papers, pens, and my laptop off my desk in dramatic fashion. Because I'm me, naturally.
"Matty!" She squeals again, but there's more of a laugh behind it than before.
I give her a salacious grin. "I've always wanted to do that."
I sit her on my desk before pushing her dress up to her hips. I love that she's started wearing dresses. I can tell the difference it's made in her self-confidence already. It's such a simple thing, but it shows me how she's coming into her own as a woman.
I fall to my knees as I wedge my shoulders between her thighs run my nose over the wet fabric of her panties and inhale. She smells like my favorite drug, my only addiction.
I lick her from bottom to top before dragging my teeth gently against her clit.
After I give her another amazing O.
She's writhing so hard her dress falls over my head but I couldn't give a fuck. My cock is straining against my zipper painfully and she's so close to an orgasm. Hopefully the first of many.
"Matty," she gasps. "You'll suffocate down there." She's twisting and turning, I think she's trying to get her skirt back up, but instead I smack her ass again, hard. I tug her panties down and toss them over my shoulder onto the floor.
"Quit woman, I'm working here."
She lets out a strangled chuckle before pushing my head harder against her core. Another lick and suck and two fingers grazing her G-stop and she comes with a scream that reverberates in my office.
I finally fish myself out from under her skirt just to stare at her, flush, hair a mess, splayed out on my desk like a goddamn wet dream. I wipe her essence off on my desk so I can keep her smell with me long after she's left today.
Her blue eyes open slowly and take me in. A smirk spreads over her pouty lips and before I know it she's slid down my desk and landed on her knees in front of me.
"What are you doing, pretty girl?" I ask, my hand wiping a stray strand of sweaty hair from her flushed face.
"Returning the favor." She looks behind me. "Sit."
So I do, my body eager to obey.
"Good boy," she drawls with a sexy smirk. Fuck, she found my praise kink. Something bright and intense alights in my chest at her praise. I want to be her good boy.
I watch, mesmerized as her tiny fingers undo my belt and zipper, tugging my pants down. "Up." She commands, so I lift my butt up enough to let her get my pants further down and give her access to my boxers.
"I want you to remember this every time you sit in your chair to do work from now on."
I hiss as her cool fingers wrap around my cock to pull me out, but it does nothing to deflate how fucking hard I am for her. "I'll remember this every day for the rest of my life," I say, my voice breathless with awe.
The most beautiful woman I've ever seen, on her knees in front of me. I truly am stunned.
Her pink tongue sticks out and licks the precum from my tip, eliciting another hiss from me.
Just then, three quick knocks on the door sound and I shove my chair forward, blocking Hannah in under my desk where the intruder can't see. I'm about to yell at the person to fuck all the way off when Hannah giggles and whispers, "Let them in."
Oh, fuck.
I don't get the chance to do either before Ben opens the door and peaks his head in. "Hey boss, did we get that shipment of whiskeys that was supposed to come in today?"
A strangled sound escapes my throat as Hannah wraps her warm silky mouth around my shaft and takes me all the way to the back of her throat.
"Boss?" Ben asks, eyebrow raised. He looks around and notices all my shit on the floor.
"Uh...oh...I think so? Check..." My nostrils flair as I breathe through what Hannah's doing to me. Her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock before dragging down the bottom length of it. Her mouth is so wet I feel saliva drip down it and settle on my balls.
I can feel my orgasm starting at the base of my spine but breathe through it, trying to stave it off.
"Check with Kevin. He was in receiving today."
"Sounds good. Thanks boss!" I'm certain he's about to leave but before he does he sticks his head back in. "Hey Hannah." He says with a grin.
She giggles again before popping off my dick. "Hey Benny."
I raise an eyebrow at him, and he pinches his nose. "Might want to open a window if you don't want people knowing what you're doing in here."
Hannah simply giggles again, but Ben finally leaves.
I push my chair back. "Shit, baby, did I hurt you?" I ask, remembering how not so gracefully I shoved her under the desk.
She peers up at me, her blue eyes watery, but the biggest fucking grin I've ever seen on her face. "No, I'm fine."
I get up, stride across the room in three strides and lock the fucking door.