Chapter 15 #2
The fantasy of coming home to her still warm and comfortable in my bed, waiting for me, is enough to have my hands wandering along with my mind. It’s not until she whines against my lips that I realize my fingers are teasing at the hem of her panties, and I bite back a snarl as I pull back.
“You’re too tempting for your own good,” I tell her, but I can’t resist pressing a kiss to her forehead once more before turning and walking out the door.
If I’m not careful, this woman’s going to be the death of me.
I get a text from Riley while I’m driving to the office, but I don’t check it until I’m in the elevator on the way up to the top floor. If she sent me anything remotely sweet, I’d have turned right back around and crawled back into bed with her.
Riley: I can’t fall back asleep without you :(
Riley: I should really get back home anyway; someone’s been keeping me from finishing my chores all week lol. Plus I didn’t bring a toothbrush.
Yeah, it was a good choice to wait to check these.
Otherwise I’d have wound up flipping a U-turn in order to chain her to my bed.
There go my plans of finishing quickly and rushing back home to be greeted by the sight of Riley making breakfast in my kitchen. Another time. Last night won’t be the last time I have her in my penthouse, and it won’t be my only chance to wake up next to her.
I always get what I want, and what I want is her.
Nick: I assume you’re already on your way home, but I could’ve told you where the spares are. My housekeeper keeps them stocked.
I send the text off and slide my phone into my jacket pocket when the elevator doors slide open. My shoes snap crisply over the tile floor of the elevator before I step out onto the carpet that lines the hallways.
My assistant falls into step beside me just before I make it to my office, pressing a fresh cup of coffee into my hand as she follows me to my desk.
“I emailed you a list of all the files we’ve found so far that were either opened or edited remotely last night,” Julie says as she snaps an armful of paper folders down on my desk.
I take a sip of the coffee—hot enough to burn my tongue, black, no sugar—and sit in my plush leather rolling chair with an exhausted sigh.
“Wonderful,” I sarcastically reply, curling my lip at my computer screen as I boot it up and log into my work email.
“I’m looking into all other remote access in the last month to weed out anyone doing work out of the office to ensure we find every account that was accessed.”
The protective beast chained behind my ribcage thrashes when I see Riley’s name on the list.
“Make it the last two months. If there’s anyone but me or Marcus doing work remotely, I want their entire logged history.” I glare at the list of edited files, a headache brewing at my temples. “Call Cassie Liu from IT in to help you with this.”
She’s always been a high performer, and more importantly, Riley likes her. I don’t trust her more than anyone else, but I’ll hedge my bets on her having Riley’s best interest at heart.
For now.
“Yes, sir.”
“I want to know who’s behind this and what they were looking for ASAP.
” If my own employees can’t figure it out, I’ll have to call Bruno and ask him to find me someone who can work under the table on this sort of thing.
I really don’t want to owe him that kind of favor.
“Give Miss Liu access to whatever she needs in the database.”
Julie nods sharply, already scribbling notes on the legal pad in her hand. “Yes, sir.”
My phone buzzes, and I pull it out to read the newest text from Riley.
Riley: Stopped to grab some coffee. Your housekeeper, huh? I should’ve guessed you had one lol.
“Is there anything else?” I ask, glancing up from my phone to glare balefully at the files stacked up on my desk.
God, what I wouldn’t give to be back in bed with Riley instead of going through fucking paperwork right now. If this asshole had just waited to try to hack into our database—or whatever the hell they were up to—I could be buried inside her right now.
I tap out my response as Julie makes a thoughtful noise and leafs through the files on my desk, separating a few out from the stack.
Nick: Could’ve gotten you coffee, too, Miss Morgan. There are perks to being a CEO, the least of which are toothbrushes and coffee.
She responds in seconds.
Riley: Can’t keep me all to yourself, sir. I have to catch up on these chores at some point.
She must know exactly what she’s doing calling me that.
I carefully bite back the grin that tugs at my lips before Julie looks back up with a smaller stack of files in her hand. She glances curiously at my phone but knows better than to ask questions.
Nick: Don’t tempt me, Princess. You do dangerous things to my self control.
The immediate response I’m expecting doesn’t come in, and I lock my phone before turning my attention back to Julie.
I’m here because this breach is serious. I can tell by the tense lines around Julie’s eyes that I’m pushing the limits of her patience. She won’t do anything about it, of course, but she’s just trying to do her job. We both want to get out of here.
I drop my eyes to the files in her hand and nod for her to continue, not offering any apology or explanation.
“These are the highest risk.” She holds out the files for me to take, and I flip through them as she speaks. “They’re highlighted in the email as well. I’m working my way through the mid-level breaches.”
She only hands me four files from the larger stack.
Whoever was snooping around was obviously looking for something to do with the top of the food chain—they attempted to get into my personnel file along with Marcus’s, and Thomas’s donation records were accessed.
The Fourneaux file is the only thing that seems odd among them.
Sure, they’re a big client, and the data is sensitive, but the only reason I have any direct involvement in it is because it’s an excuse to loom over Riley’s shoulder.
Guess I don’t need excuses anymore.
I brush those thoughts off to be dealt with later, nodding and snapping open the first of the files.
“Set your laptop up in here,” I tell Julie as I plug in my passwords to access my own personnel file to ensure that nothing was changed. “You can move the coffee table close to the couch, but it’ll be easier to have you in here if we find anything.”
Julie nods sharply and steps out to gather what she’ll need without a word, leaving me to glower at my computer screen.
A day of cross-referencing personal data and paper trails is just what I wanted to do.
If I could sneak Riley in to set up residence under my desk for a few hours, it might be more bearable, but I’d really rather spend the day bending her over every flat surface at home.
Like she knows I’m thinking about her, my phone buzzes on my desk with another text.
Riley: This was a lot more comfy to go home in than my dress from last night, but I promise I’ll wash it and give it back to you.
Below is a picture of her, chestnut hair tossed into a sloppy bun and her sweet doe eyes smiling at me from behind the frames of her glasses.
She’s wearing one of my shirts.
Fuck.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to stifle a groan at the sight of the fabric draped over her tiny frame. The hem of it reaches all the way down to her mid-thigh, navy blue contrasting perfectly with the golden hue of her skin.
If I could get my hands on her right now…
Nick: You’re killing me, Princess. I’m supposed to be working.
I don’t give a shit if I should be working—yeah, it’s important, but so is the way my cock is insistently reminding me of just how good the tight heat of Riley’s pussy feels.
Another text comes in, another picture, and I grip the edge of my desk so hard it creaks under my fingers.
Riley: I’d hate to distract you ;)
She has the hem of my shirt lifted up over her hip, high enough to show off the curve of her waist. High enough that I can see she doesn’t have any panties on beneath it.
The top buttons are undone low enough to let the collar gape open and give me a glimpse of the swell of her breasts, perky nipples showing through the fabric.
I want to eat her alive.
Nick: You’re going to get yourself in trouble, Miss Morgan.
My hand falls to the bulge of my cock beneath my desk and I huff out a breath as I grind up into my palm.
Nick: You’re keeping that shirt. You look perfect in it. Like you belong to me.
I’m going to order a hundred more of those shirts so I can keep her dressed up and ready to take my cock whenever I want.
I’d kill to bend her over my desk right now, have her scratch marks over the glossy top that I can look at every time I remember her screaming my name when I’m supposed to be working.
Like now.
Riley: Didn’t expect you to like it that much lol
I chuckle under my breath at the reminder of just how shy my little vixen can be. She’s probably blushing and hiding her face behind her hair while she smiles so sweetly it’d rot my teeth.
With a quick glance at my still-closed door, I scoot back and point my phone camera down.
My hand frames the bulge of my cock where it strains against the fabric of my pants, my thumb brushing against the buckle of my belt. If my assistant wasn’t going to be joining me sometime soon, I’d pull myself out and give Riley a real show, but she’ll have to wait for that.
Nick: Does this show you how much I like it?
The text shows that she read it immediately, and she texts me back a slew of intermixed curses and praise, with a few pleas peppered in. God, she’s so perfect.
Nick: From now on you’re either naked or in my clothes if you’re at my place. Understood?
Two sharp knocks sound on my office door, and I scoot further under my desk to hide my excitement. “Come in.”
Thank fuck Julie isn’t like Sloane. The last thing I need is to be caught with my hand halfway down my pants texting my employee.
Julie hardly spares me a glance when she comes in, which is probably for the best. She sets her laptop up along with a bin of files to work through and settles in on the plush couch usually reserved for meetings between me and Marcus.
I can’t help but glance back at my phone when it buzzes, swearing to myself that I’ll ignore it after this.
Riley: Understood, sir ;)
Fucking hell, she’s going to kill me.
My cock throbs in my pants at the title sitting there on my screen, but I bite down on my own tongue to stop myself from reacting further. Without responding, I lock my phone and toss it into my desk drawer.
As much as I want to play cat and mouse with Riley and let her rile me up just so I can put her in her place, I’m at work for a reason.
“Let me know if you find anything important,” I tell Julie without glancing in her direction as I bury myself in the paperwork in front of me. “I’ll start with these and jump in on the rest when I’m through.”
And then I’ll drag Riley back to my penthouse and show her just what she gets when she teases me like this.