Page 12 of Cocky Tech God

My animal nature made me want to break an awfully specific rule: no touching. It was that simple. But the little voice, the logical Lucia voice said, ‘You’ll regret it.’

Would I, though? We weren’t in Manhattan anymore. So, we may as well have been different people.

On impulse, I slid my hand over the white, high thread count sheet toward him. I was a wisp away from making contact. My stomach quivered; my senses heightened. But I choked. My fingers balled in a fist at the imagined aftermath. The tech world was small. Everyone who’d attended conferences always got wind of drunken, or otherwise, hook-ups and couldn’t live them down. Ugh. I retracted and tucked my hand under my chin.

Hansen moved again, a moan flying through the air and straight to my ear. The bass of his sounds penetrated me, impaling me exactly where I was desperate to be touched by him.

He’d settled again, deep in rhythmic breaths, and once again I disregarded Logical Lucia. My gaze moved over his now mostly exposed back. God, it really was unfair how attractive Hansen was. He was the kind of attractive that could make a person shrink away. Not me, though. I was confident in my looks. And my ability to seduce. After all, seducing was nothing more than a business skill I learned in college.

I was going to go against everything I said to Hansen earlier. And to myself the last two years.

My fingertips skated over the sensual material and to the surprisingly soft and taut skin of his back. Energy surged through me, making me tingle all over. This was wrong, but God, it felt as if I had a right to do it. I was powerless to the need to be close to him.

I snatched my hand back, but the throb between my legs didn’t stop. It only got worse. Unbearable. I wanted him. And I wanted to throw all my rules and concerns out the window.

“What am I doing?” My hand lifted to my mouth, pressing hard. I’d spoken too loudly.

From the moonlit silent room, his deep, sleep-husky voice sliced through the air. “Breaking your rules, obviously.”

I jumped; my heart nearly came through my chest from the shock. Had he been awake this whole time? Letting me touch him, knowing I was going against everything I’d said? Ugh!

He turned, lifting to face me. I lifted too, and we were eye-to-eye.

“You know what won’t be breaking your rules?” he said, his voice low and charged with lust.

I paused. Did I really want to know what he had in mind?

Yes.

“What?” I sighed, my gaze on his moonlit lips.

“Touch yourself.”

The breath caught in my throat. “In front of you?”

“Yes.”

My heart pounded like a battering ram against my rib cage. I’d done this before. My sexual appetite was advanced, and I’d tried many things. But this time, I felt like a virgin. Hansen’s request made me feel more aware of myself than I ever had. And his eyes on me was tortuous, and so damn sexy.

“Will you touch yourself too?” The question came out of me with no forethought, but I wasn’t going to take it back. It was after midnight, and that’s when fantasies could become real.

He paused, his lips curling up in an incredulous grin. “You naughty girl.”

“You know what Eleanor Roosevelt said, don’t you?”

His eyebrow lifted. “What?”

“It is not fair to ask of others what you are unwilling to do yourself.” I bit my lip. This was going to happen. I was more than ready.

Hansen

I needed someone to pinch me because I couldn’t believe it. Even as an active participant, I could have easily been dreaming. But I wasn’t. Because there, just across the bed from me, Lucia slipped her hand down the front of her exposed panties—panties that was clearly a thong.

Her eyes shined like onyxes through the dark, giving me something to focus on besides my rapid heartbeat. My rapid breath. And the very real possibility that I might hyperventilate if I didn’t stop my shock from making me pass out before any of the fun began.

“What’s wrong, Hansen? Change your mind?” She lifted her hand up, wiggling her fingers in my direction, and I just wanted it down, down, down.

“No. Fuck no.” I shoved my hand down the front of my boxer briefs. I groaned because I was hard enough to cut steel. “Put your hand back down south and show me how you pleasure yourself.”