Page 41 of The Hacker
A lustful smile twisted his lips. “I have no problem with bypassing the sofa.”
“Sorry, let me rephrase. You’re going tosleep.” She pressed harder until he released her.
“The hell I am,” he said. “The only thing that’s kept me going is the thought of making love to you.”
She took his hand and started toward the bedroom. “That’s my point. You don’t have to keep going any longer and you shouldn’t.”
He let her lead him to the bed. “Now I have you exactly where I want you,” he said with an exaggerated leer as he sat down and tried to pull her onto his lap.
She used his own momentum to push him back on the bed while she remained standing. “And that’s where I want you. With your eyes closed. Snoring.”
“I don’t snore.”
“That was a metaphor. Or something like that.” She picked up his legs and swung them up on the bed.
He grabbed her wrist and held on, his blue eyes glinting. “I’ll sleep but only with you beside me. Naked.”
“That’s not a good plan.”
“Fine. Bra and panties.”
She parked her hands on her hips. “And what will you be wearing?”
“Boxer briefs. It’s only fair.”
The thought of snuggling up to Leland’s mostly bare skin in the cozy nest of her comforter was too tempting to resist. “No fooling around, though. Just sleep.” Not that she was anywhere near being tired.
“For an hour.”
“We are not negotiating some business contract here,” she said.
He gave her a slow, lazy smile. “This is much more important than business.” Then he sat up and yanked his T-shirt over his head, leaving her breathless at the sight of the flexing muscles of his bare chest.
They both shucked off the rest of their clothes—except for undergarments—and crawled into her bed together. Leland spooned her up against him so that she could feel the warm satin of his skin pressed to her back and the shape of his semihard cock nestled into her bottom. She snuggled into him and surreptitiously set the alarm on her fitness watch for two hours later. She had no intention of waking him up in a mere hour, even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep herself.
He nuzzled a kiss into her hair. “Sweet dreams, my favorite tyrant.”
It took only a couple of minutes before his arm went slack over her waist and his breath slowed into the rhythm of sleep. She lay reveling in the heat and solidity of him against her back, wanting to imprint this on her memory in case it never happened again.
An hour later, she started awake as an unfamiliar alarm chimed from the bedside table. Leland stirred, and she realized he must have set it on his phone. She stretched to scoop up the phone and dismissed the alarm. “Go back to sleep,” she murmured, dropping the phone on the mattress.
His grip on her tightened. “Want you,” he muttered in a groggy voice.
“Later,” she said. “You need to rest first.”
He said something that sounded like “mmmpf” and subsided.
A strangely tender feeling flowed through her. For all his power and wealth, he still needed someone to care about his well-being. For another hour that someone would be her.
Leland crawled out of a deep sleep as someone shook his arm, a relentless yet soft female voice telling him it was time to wake up. As his senses began to register, he realized a warm female body was snuggled against him and his cock was already interested.
His mind snapped to attention as he remembered that he was in Dawn’s bed with an almost naked Dawn in his arms. “Life is good.”
“You might not think that when I tell you that it’s after eight o’clock,” she said over her shoulder.
“But I set an alarm.”
“You barely moved when it went off. I killed it and you happily went back to sleep.”
