Love-struck? Fuck.
"Are you mine?" She tilted her head slightly, her lips parted in a genuine smile. In her cool, confident style, she stretched out next to me, still slowly pumping my dick. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. My eyes fluttered as her hand moved faster and faster.
I sucked back a breath and directed my energy on not coming in her hand. I wanted to release deep inside of her. She bit my bottom lip, a demand for the correct response.
I nodded rapidly and bucked my hips upward, pumping into her hand like a piston. I tried, but I couldn't last much longer.
"I'm yours." My climax built from my center and shot out through all my extremities. The eruption sprouted up like a fountain and dripped onto perfectly manicured hands.
"Good answer."
She reached for a tissue off the nightstand and wiped the traces of my cum off before she rested her chin on my chest.
"I don't want to go to work today. Can we call in sick? I'll order room service, and we'll stay in bed all day and make slow, lazy love." My hand traveled down her back and squeezed her ass. She smiled, leaning closer, brushing her lips against mine.
I parted my mouth, my tongue slowly moving to taste hers, sending shivers through my body. She wrapped a leg around mine, the heat from between her thighs scorching my skin.
We crashed against each other. Raining hard, bruising kisses on each other, her mouth sucking my tongue. My hand roamed from her chin to her shoulder and dipped lower, ghosting over a distended nipple. She gasped sharply, and her eyes fluttered. I rolled her onto her back and dipped my head to take the pebbled flesh between my teeth, nipping until she fell limply against the mattress. I pulled my shirt over my head and resumed biting and sucking her breasts.
At the height of our foreplay, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. I ignored it and continued to lick and bite and suck on the hardened tips. A voicemail chimed simultaneously with the text message notification sound.
"Don't answer it," she gasped. I moaned and nodded in agreement. Our moment was short-lived when my cell phone rang again.
"Fuck. It must be important. I've got to answer." I leaned over and picked up the phone, a Dynex phone extension displayed on the screen. I pressed the red Answer symbol. "This is Garrett."
I looked over at Jasmine's concerned eyes. She'd sat up on the bed, the pale, shell pink strap of her silk camisole fell from her shoulder. Swollen lips. Mussed hair shooting in all directions. I reached over and adjusted the strap of her silk camisole and leaned in to kiss her pouty mouth.
"Work. I'm sorry," I mouthed.
"G, man, what's up? Um. This is Austin in the SecOp. We've found a priority one issue that needs your attention. I think you need to come to the office right away."
"Okay. I'll be there in the hour." I pressed the End Call button.
"Everything okay?"
"Something's going on at work. I need to go in." I kissed the top of her head before turning to search for my shirt, pants, and shoes. "My mouth waters for that pussy. Raincheck?"
"This pussy stays on ready for you,” she teased.
I kissed her on the lips, dressed quickly, and sprinted out the door. I flagged a cab and texted Hunter on the five-minute drive to my condo. At home, I showered and skipped the shave and breakfast, slid on clean clothes, and hightailed it to the Dynex offices, arriving shortly after seven o'clock.
"This is our worst fucking nightmare." A stressed Hunter ran a hand through his hair, ruffling his already messy coif. "Looks like they've only accessed our testing environment. The enterprise solutions team recently refreshed the databases with live customer data. Austin is reviewing the logs to make sure the hacker didn't access it."
We stood outside the office that Austin and Chace shared. Our two-person security operations team were roommates and coworkers. The ethical hackers spent their days hyped-up on coffee and nights navigating the dark web for threats.
"How did he access?" I asked.
"Some sort of a worm. We searched the dark web, and this has a signature of The Penguin. It's brand fucking new, and it is in our network," Hunter said.
"Shit."
"Austin hacked into the code to see if he can come up with something. Chace is on his way. I called, and he was in the middle of a wake and bake. Don't worry. He does his best work when he’s fully blazed.”
"If anyone can figure it out, it would be those two. But I think there's someone else that may be of help." I picked up my phone and scrolled through my recent calls. I walked out of the office and pressed my thumb on the name.
“Hi," Jasmine answered the phone with a smile permeating her voice.
"Hi, sweetie. Shit's crazy down here. We have an issue that we could use your help with. Do you mind stopping by the SecOps area on your way in?
"I thought you would. I'm on my way."
Ten minutes later, Jasmine walked into the office balancing her work bag and two boxes containing an assortment of doughnuts. To her left stood a bed-worn Chace. He held a carafe of coffee and a stack of paper cups.
"Mornin' fellas. I picked up breakfast from the shop across the street. I had a little help with the coffee. Thanks, Chace." She blazed a big smile at him. He tried to hide a wide, dimpled grin. She searched the room until our eyes met, and the corners of her mouth revealed a slight smile. She turned her attention back to the other three.
Like vultures, Hunter, Austin, and Chace pounced on the boxes and cartons. Austin and Chace were likely experiencing the munchies and Hunter . . . well he enjoyed eating. They each took two doughnuts and filled the cups with coffee. Jasmine pulled a pile of paper napkins from her work bag and placed them on the table.
The five of us huddled together with the napkin wrapped treats in one hand and coffee in the other. Jasmine turned her attention to Austin and Chace.
"So, what's going on?" Jasmine asked.
"Someone's been in our network and poked around in customer data. Not in the live environment," said Austin.
"We recently moved over a small amount of U.S. customer data for testing. Not credit card data. We anonymized most, but there may be old legacy accounts. Less than two hundred customers." Hunter took a huge bite of the doughnut and chewed noisily.
"That's good news. I'll talk to legal, but we aren't obligated to report less than five hundred names." I breathed a sigh of relief. Reporting to authorities could have placed a bigger spotlight on Dynex's technology.
Jasmine, Chace, and Austin huddled around two thirty-two-inch monitors while Hunter and I sat at the table and drafted a communication to the executive team explaining the issue and the actions taken to correct it.
"A ten-year-old could have done a better job. I wonder what the hacker wants." Jasmine slowly shook her head. "Did the malware protection show any active threats?"
"No. This is the first report," Chace said while chewing on a glazed doughnut.
"It's almost as if the bad guy wrote it specifically for Dynex,” Austin tsked.
"This is a typical move of a black hat hacker. Send a spoofed email. The recipient clicks on the link granting the hacker the keys to the city. We're lucky that he didn't access financial data. Now is not the time to announce a breach. Your billion-dollar IPO turns into junk," said Jasmine.