Page 33 of The Hacker
“Shall I fix that or would you like to do it?” he asked.
“I’d like to watch you fix it. Slowly.” She settled back against the upholstered headboard as though she were ready to watch a movie.
“Can I get you some popcorn first?”
She chuckled. “I was thinking I should get some dollar bills. Can you dance?”
“Not at all, but I’m pretty good at undressing.” He toed off his sneakers and peeled off his socks. She sat up straight to look at his feet. “Nice arches,” she said.
“Seriously? You care about my arches?” He stared at his feet, having never considered whether they were arched or not.
“It’s a professional thing. I had to study anatomy. I admire a nicely curved medial arch.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. I’m sure I can find a way to use it to my advantage.”
“Just to be clear—I do not have a foot fetish.” She sat back again and eyed him up and down. “Are those clothes ever coming off?”
He turned his back to her, crossed his arms, and began to pull his T-shirt up his torso. She gave him a catcall as the shirt cleared his shoulders and a genuine laugh bloomed in his chest. He ripped the shirt off and swung it around over his head like a stripper before slinging it into the corner. Then he curved his arms down in front of his thighs, made fists, and flexed the muscles in his back.
“Okay, for that you get a five-dollar bill,” she said.
“How about for this?” He spun around and lifted his fists and elbows above his shoulders in imitation of a body builder. Her gaze was warm with appreciation and he could almost feel it travel over the muscles he tightened. Strange, but he was only this aware of his body when he was with Dawn. When he swam, his movements were automatic, and the rest of the time he lived in his head and his computer monitors.
“Ni-i-i-ice,” she said as he curled harder. “Another five for sure.”
“I’m keeping a running total,” he warned.
“Don’t you need your computer to do that?”
“My brain isn’t that enfeebled yet.”
“Oh, you are not in the least bit feeble.” She injected a world of dirty innuendo into her comment.
Her voice stroked right down to his cock. He dropped his hands to the button on his jeans, flicking it open and pulling the zipper down just an inch. “You have to pay in advance for this part.”
“That’s the onepartI’ve already seen,” she said with a lascivious smirk. “But I’ll pay to see it again. Ten bucks.”
“I’m insulted.” He put his hands on his hips.
“Do you think I’m made of money? I have to save some for the rest of you.”
“When you put it that way ...” He dragged the zipper down at a snail’s pace.
“Is this going to take all night?”
“I’m building anticipation.”
She made a show of yawning.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and shot his hip out to one side. “Do that again and I’m leaving these on.”
“Oh, fine,” she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “I’ll pay you twenty to take them off.”
The laughter rumbled up again and he realized that he was having fun. When was the last time he’d done that?
He wouldn’t have expected it from Dawn either. She was so intense about her work, so controlled in her interactions with him. He’d never seen a playful side to her until tonight.
Now he wanted to touch her so he stripped off his jeans and boxer briefs at the same time before he started toward the bed.
