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“Motherfucker,” Viktor swore. “I’ll put a rush on the fingerprints. The hospital should have the staff’s on file as part of their security measures. We do their background checks, so it’s something I implemented.”

“When did you pick up that account?”

“After Dimitri’s twins were born. I started talking with a guy in the cafeteria who turned out to be the head of HR. They were looking for a new company to do their screenings, and it was just a matter of price negotiations after that. I talked him into fingerprinting all the employees he had on staff already just for security. I ran all the prints and found two who had records under an alias.”

“Bet he was glad he did it.”

“One was a pedophile working in pediatrics.”

“No shit?”

“No shit,” Viktor confirmed. “I should have all the information back later today. Can you figure out who hacked you?”

“You can bet your ass I will. Just not tonight. I’m headed over to Jo’s.”

“Good luck with that,brat.”

His thoughts went right back to the fake impending marriage. He was so fucked.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need it.”

He hung up with his brother and grabbed his keys and his laptop before heading to his truck. He wasn’t leaving it alone in his room again. He needed to set up some honey pots, and if the fucker tried again, Mason would nail him.

By the time he got the food and some cold drinks, it was almost five. She usually started streaming around five. He parked his truck and hopped out, gathering his bags. He got a few catcalls and whistles. He smiled and waved to the girls.

“Ladies, you’re all looking mighty fine.”

“Hey, Mason.” Several smiled and pushed out their chests. He ignored the urge to roll his eyes.

“Anyone seen my girl?”

“How she landed him, I’ll never know,” he heard whispered behind him. Jealous bitches. He had no time for them.

“She’s downstairs in the hole,” one of the girls told him. “I saw her go down there a few hours ago, and she hasn’t come back up.”

“Thanks, darlin’.” He winked at her, enjoying the blush that crept up her face. He was a one-woman guy now, but he could still appreciate a beautiful woman. This one definitely was, with her dark hair and deep brown eyes.

He went through the living room and into the kitchen where several more girls were milling around. He waved to them on his way to the basement door. Jo was lying on her stomach under her desk when he walked in, her foot bouncing toward her ass.

“Josephine, what the hell you doin’ down there?”

She let out a little squeal, and he heard athunkand then her mumbled curse. He shook his head. He was going to have to invest in Aflac when they got married. He had a feeling she was going to be at the ER at least a few times a month.

“Network cable had a short. I’m changing it out.” The sight of her wiggling ass gave him an instant hard-on. He gritted his teeth and ignored it. Until she was ready, his dick would deal with his hand. “Can you make sure it’s good to go before I get back up?”

He set the food down on the small table by the door and walked over to her computer. He checked her connection, his eyes straying to that beautiful ass that was currently taunting him. Grinning, he slapped it lightly then rubbed away the sting.

She didn’t squeal, didn’t berate him, or even laugh. She went completely still, and the air around them changed. He felt the tension wafting up from her. It was different, more aware, if that was possible. His breath caught, and he had to force air into his lungs. Did she feel the same sexual tension he did, or was it him just wishing for shit to happen?

“Jo?” God, please don’t let it be one-sided.

“Yeah?” she answered, her voice all breathy.

He slid his hand over her ass again, cupping the cheeks. “I like you down there in that position.”

She let out a strangled sound, and her whole body shuddered. Maybe she was readier than he thought. At least her body was. Didn’t mean she was, though.

“Come on, pretty girl. Get your ass up here.” He tried not to sound harsh, but damn, he wanted her, and his voice betrayed that.

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