Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Curly took over again. “Acer is sending us a flash drive with a virus that will give him access to everything on your father’s company’s network. I don’t fully understand the behind-the-scenes workings, but the virus needs to be manually uploaded onto a computer connected to his business network.”
“His home office computer,” Kelsie said with a nod. Made sense. Her father had been working from home every day since being under house arrest. The pretend punishment hadn’t stopped him from running his empire and expanding his wealth.
“Yes,” Curly said as he finally sat. “I know this is a lot to process. You can take some time to decide if—”
She straightened. “I’ll do it.”
Beside her, Ty stared at the ceiling with a jaw like granite. Volatile tension rolled off him in thick waves. If this went on much longer, he’d likely cause an earthquake with the force of his fury.
The need to ease Ty’s worry shot to the top of her priority list. None of this mattered if she couldn’t get him on board. She’d be a wreck, stressing about him and his reaction the entire time she was supposed to focus on accessing her father’s computer. There had to be a way to get him on board. Convincing him of her safety and security, both physical and mental, seemed the only way.
She shot to her feet. Multiple sets of surprised eyes stared at her. “Is there somewhere Ty and I can talk in private?”
Liv shot her a knowing look.
“Of course,” Curly said. “We can hammer out the details later. You guys can use the bunkroom while the rest of us get dinner served.”
“Thank you.”
She tugged Ty’s arm. He allowed her to drag him to his feet and down the hall.
“You hate the idea,” she said as soon as she closed the door behind them.
“I hate this fucking idea.”
“Because you don’t think it will work?” She leaned against the back of the door.
Ty paced away, shaking his head. “No. I’m sure it will. I’ve seen Acer in action, and the dude is as good as the hype.”
“So…”
He spun and was on her so fast she gasped. His palms hit the door on either side of her head. She jumped as he slapped the wood with a loud crack, and her heart shot into her throat, but she wasn’t afraid. Quite the opposite. Ty, furious and protective, was sexy as could be.
Hard eyes stared at her. She trembled, instantly needy for him to touch her. But first, she said, “You’re worried about me.”
“I can’t have you hurt.” The agony in his voice shocked her. Ty cared. Really cared what happened to her.
“And I can’t keep playing a passive role in my destiny. I’ve laid low for years, and I’ve still been hurt. I need to take control of what happens to me, even if it ends up hurting me.”
He pressed his forehead to hers. “Kelsie…”
“I know,” she whispered. “But I trust you, Ty. And I trust your club. You’ll keep me safe.”
“Fuck.” He shut his eyes. “Fine. I fucking hate this, but I understand what you’re saying, and I respect it.”
“Thank you.”
“However, I reserve the right to yank your sexy ass out of there the second things feel wrong. Got it?”
She smiled. “Got it.”
He kissed her hard, almost desperate. “I can’t have you hurt,” he whispered again.
Knowing her well-being meant so much to him on a visceral level ramped up her desire. It was one thing to feel sexy and wanted but quite another to know the feelings went deeper than physical release.
She wanted this man with a force that shook her to her core.
“I’m alive, Ty, and I’m okay because of you. I’m more than okay. I want you when I never thought I’d want any man ever again. But you’re different. You’re mine. I don’t care about age, or families, or our fucked-up histories. All I care about is how good you make me feel in here,” she said, tapping her temple. “Here.” She placed a hand over her heart. “And here.” She slid her hand down her stomach and over her dress-covered mound.
“Stop.” Ty’s barked command had her freezing and her heart sinking, but she didn’t have to worry for long.
He snagged her wrist, keeping her from diving her fingers into her wet sex. “That’s fucking mine,” he said on a growl. Then he grabbed her by her ass and planted her against the door.
Her back hit the wood with a thud. She scrambled to wrap her arms and legs around him. Her dress bunched around her hips, leaving her wide open for him. Desperation had her feeling like her insides were coming apart. The only way to stop it was for him to get inside her. “Ty, please.”
He managed to hold her up with one hand on her ass while the other practically ripped the fly of his jeans open. He shoved his pants and underwear down, only far enough to free his cock, then yanked her panties to the side and pushed inside her with one swift move.