“I aim to please.”

“Trey, believe me, you deliver.” He was the best lover she’d ever had, and he’d proven that in less than thirty minutes.

He arched a seductive eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I just started.”

Grasping her hips, he thrust her to the base of his shaft. She moaned and arched.

Heat blazed in his eyes, branding her naked body as he swept her with his gaze. “You are unbelievably sexy.”

Her eyes traveled over his exquisite torso, an impressive expanse of glistening muscle and sinew that made her mouth water. “I can say the same.”

When he sat up slightly onto his heels, he forced her into a deeper angle, enhancing his penetration. He buried himself in her, then withdrew several inches. “Do you like watching me move inside you?”

A soft moan accompanied her exhale. Her gaze fixed on where they joined.

“Feels so good.” She luxuriated in the brush of his firm sack against her backside, as he continued his slow hip-rolling thrusts.

Then he brought her legs up, her red high heels framing his face. He flattened his forearm against her thighs, pressing her tighter to him. Her shoulder blades dug into the mattress beneath her. She felt the muscles rippling down his torso against the backs of her legs. His opposite hand caressed her breast, tweaked her nipple between two fingers, and then slid down her abdomen.

The edge of his thumb dipped into the neatly trimmed vee of curls at her juncture, stroking her clit. He dipped lower, gathering moisture from where they were joined as he moved his hips against her, his erection hot and hard.

Then he dragged the pad of his thumb back up to her swollen peak, caressing her in sensual circles. He intensified his thrusts, driving deep into her core.

The moist slap of skin against skin filled the air. She was going to come again. And with the orgasm he gave her in his car, that made three in under an hour. A personal first.

The future drifted into a hazy distance. All she wanted, needed, was this moment. And him.

His thumb flicked her as he drove into her heat. “So good,” she panted.

“Hell, yeah.” Without missing a stroke, he turned his head to the right and his teeth nipped her ankle. Then he swirled his tongue over the raw skin.

“Oh…oh, oh!” A fierce orgasm ripped through her, shaking her to her bones.

“That’s it, Devon. Take me. Take it all.” His thighs trembled. His forearm was a vice against her thighs, and his stomach muscles seized against the backs of her thighs. He was a sight to behold, arms trapping her legs against his chest, head tossed back, neck muscles corded prominently. He let out a guttural groan and came hard.

She’d never witnessed anything as glorious as watching his body tighten and then release so completely. He was the most incredible man she’d ever taken to bed. And, if she were honest, the most incredible man she’d ever known.

Except that was bringing things too close to home. Too close to something she’d want to keep and hold onto in the future. Only, her future lay elsewhere.

But right now, he collapsed on top of her and lay in her arms. She soaked in every minute of his big, powerful presence surrounding her. However long they had together, she planned to get lost in this phenomenal sensation of being his.

Distantly, she heard sirens blaring. She smiled against his shoulder. “I think the authorities found us too hot to handle. There could be a law against sex this good.”

Setting his weight on his forearms, he grinned down at her. “They’re coming to douse this five-alarm fire we have going.”

Soon, she wondered if he wasn’t off the mark. “Trey, that sounds really close.”

Withdrawing from her and untangling himself from her legs, he slid to the edge of the bed near the window. His eyebrows drew together in a frown. “Actually, the red-and-blues are right outside your house.”

She sat up. “Seriously?”

Cupping her chin, he planted a hot kiss on her lips. Without bothering with his boxers, he grabbed his pants, tucked himself inside and zipped the fly. “I’ll go check it out.”

The chill that came over her led to a sinister conclusion.

After everything Logan’s team had worked to uncover, could this hacker have struck again?

Chapter 7

Trey caressed the lips of the woman who’d just given him two of the most intense orgasms of his life.

He gave her a quick kiss. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” he lied, suspecting otherwise. As he made his way downstairs, his heart pounded. When he’d looked out her bedroom window, he saw the cop car parked in her driveway, and the shadow of a burly male figure filling her doorway. With the hacker never far from his mind, he hoped to God this wasn’t another attempt to torment her.

When a fist beat against her screen door, Peanut went on a barking rampage.

“Coming,” Trey announced. He swiped Peanut up with one hand, unlocked her deadbolt and opened the interior door. The police officer’s stone-faced expression changed to one of surprise and then amusement, which Trey assumed was due to his rumpled state and the tiny dog in his grasp. Trey ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair. “Can I help you?”

The officer coughed into his fist. “Sorry to interrupt—er, bother you. I received an alert from the security system at this address. It’s policy if the owner doesn’t answer the phone, we send someone by to assess the situation.”

“Must be a mistake. Everything’s fine.”

“Do you live here?”

“No, but the lady of the house is…indisposed.”

The officer glanced into the foyer. “I need verbal confirmation from her.”

“Sure.” Trey called over his shoulder, “Devon, honey, can you come down for a minute?”

He heard her light footsteps dash across the bedroom floor and through the upstairs hall. She ventured downstairs wearing his dress shirt, which she held closed over her breasts.

Testosterone still raging in his veins, his body amped up on sex hormones, he hardened at the sight of her in his shirt. She looked small and fragile swamped by the fabric.

A territorial surge heated his blood. He didn’t like the cop seeing an eyeful of her wearing next to nothing. “This officer needs to know everything’s all right here.”

Eyes wide and wary, she swallowed. “Fine. No problems here. What was the alert, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“We don’t receive those details, ma’am.” The radio at the officer’s hip crackled and a dispatcher questioned if he was at the residence. He unclipped the radio and held it to his mouth. “False alarm.”