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First published July 13, 2015
“Are you talking to me or the laptop?” Hope watched the screen, laying her head on his shoulder. “I have issues with being called ‘baby.’”
The software sped along, latching onto the network and spinning through a decryption algorithm. “That’s because you’re young and I’ve thrown it in your face time after time.”
“I know. It’s one of your defense mechanisms.”
He had defense mechanisms she didn’t have a clue about. “Well, just so you know, I was talking to the laptop, not you, so don’t throw a hissy.”
“A hissy? You haven’t seen me throw a hissy. Trust me.”
She pinched his leg and he jerked it away, chuckling as he nearly bobbled the laptop. “Hope…trying to work here.”
She shifted her face to plant light kisses along his neckline. Her right hand latched onto his thigh and stroked down and in. “I’m just trying to help,” she said in that innocent voice that wasn’t innocent at all. It was the sexy voice he’d learned meant only one thing.
Hope Denby wanted to be fucked.
Again.
She was a nympho. A total freakin’ nymphomaniac.
How had he gotten so lucky?