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“The honest answer is that as far as I’m aware I haven’t. It’s complicated, difficult to ascertain who’s behind attempts at security, who’s working for who. Mind you, if I can’t ascertain it, there’s no way your dad could, or that idiot he had working for him. A lot of the things I do are unbelievably trivial—who’s behind a virus, that kind of thing—but I’m not going to pretend to you, what I’m doing is often illegal, so I guess I have to have my own code about what’s right and wrong. I used to be very idealistic when I was younger: I was always trying to do the right thing, fighting for a just cause. But who knows what’s right? You wouldn’t believe who’s behind the spread of some information. I got interested in how much supposedly independent sources are manipulated years ago and gathered a trail of evidence on it. I eventually gave it to a consortium of newspapers.”
“The Newssource papers?” I say, propping myself on my elbow to look at him properly. “The big exposé inWorldmagazine?” My hand stills where I’ve been tracing the tattoos on his chest. There wassomuch press coverage of that.
“Yeah, well … I was just trying to change the world one chink at a time.” His voice is dry, self-depreciating as if amused by his own folly.Hewas behind that? I splay my hand on his chest. It washugenews.
“But that was that group …” I wave my arm around.
He chuckles. “Yeah. They fronted it.”
I examine the wry curve of his lips, the scruff on his chin, how he’s smiling at me. The cool air of the old air conditioning system makes my skin prickle, the warmth of his body where I’m pressing into his side.My God.
“I like it that you did that.”
He closes his eyes, all traces of a smile disappearing. “Don’t try and make me into a good guy here, Kate. I’m not. In some ways, your dad isn’t wrong. I’ve done all sorts of dubious stuff for people that I either thought was the right thing at the time or when I just desperately needed the money. There’s a lot of things I’m not proud of. I can tell you the bad stuff if you like. I’m a threat to some people. I know too much about people who don’t want me to know that stuff.” He squints at me. “That information about your dad’s company at the wedding. I didn’t deliberately dig into your dad, Kate. I only did that with Javier. I’ve been working on tracking illegal deals and payments to politicians in South Africa for almost a year now. I’ve recently handed over all the work I’ve been doing, but it was such a complicated web of lies, and Xeracorp kept coming up, and when I looked at your dad’s profile before the wedding, I realized he was a director there.”
“What?”
“I was genuinely trying to warn him.”
“Oh my God! What is my dad doing? Why would he get involved in something like that?”
“There’s a lot of corruption in parts of Africa, in some places business is just done that way, but … yeah … what Xeracorp is doing is way beyond that.” His face tightens as he looks distantly at the ceiling. “I need to think about moving. The work I’m doing, being followed, and that hack into Janus’s systems earlier this year. I’m pretty sure no one knows where I live, but with this baby coming …”
Who? What? Why?First things first, Kate.
“You’re moving?”
And he laughs turning into me, burying his face in my hair, inhaling deeply like he wants to suck me into him.
“Yeah. Well … we’ll both be moving soon anyway, into an apartment together,” he mumbles into my neck.
My breath stalls. “Are you asking me to move in with you?” Talk about a shift in conversation. I can hear the rising note in my voice, and my face breaks into a giddy smile, my dad’s manipulation and bad decisions swept away like leaves.Living withFabian?I press my hands into his lower back as he shifts into me, taking my face in his hands and brushing warm lips over mine.
“Of course. What were you thinking we’d be doing? I want all of you. All of him.” He slides his hand down over my belly lingering there before sliding lower. His touch is feather light over my folds, and even though we made love about an hour ago my body is hot and charged with his fingers moving on where I’m still sensitive. He groans.
“All this wetness, I have to put my mouth on it,” he says as he moves down, putting his mouth on me before I can get a coherent thought in my head. What was that conversation we just had? Is he changing the subject? And did we just agree we were going to live together?
“Her, you mean,” I gasp out.
His tongue is wet and soft, and I can feel my muscles pull up inside as he rubs the tip across my clit, my legs sliding wider as he growls, raising his head.
“It’s a boy,” he says before putting his mouth back on me, and I pull air into my struggling lungs. “I could do this all day,” he mumbles into my skin.
My mind feels like it’s stretching out to catch snippets of conversation. “No-o-o-o objection … h-here to that idea.” The words come out in a long blur.
He lifts himself back, a smile playing around his mouth, and I feel him part me with a warm thumb as his other hand skates up my thigh. His thumb brushes my nub, gently rubbing before bending to place his mouth on top, moving his tongue and fingers on me at the same time. The wet slipperiness makes my chest arch. His lifts his head, dark lashes narrowed, watching my breasts as I move, mouth fixing into a hard, flat line. My breasts are aching, and I slide my hands over my stomach and up as he watches me cup the sensitive skin, feeling the tips harden even more under my hands.
“Fuck, Kate.” He pulls himself up onto his knees, mouth shiny and wet. My eyes drift lower, snagging on the tattoos and down to where his cock is dark and erect, sexual tension radiating off him in waves.
He takes hold of my hands and pins them on either side of my head. “What am I going to do to you today?” He bends down and kisses my stomach. “Are you okay with this?”
I laugh. He’s been more careful with me the last few weeks when we’ve had sex, and I can’t say I like it. He’s never been rough, but he used to flip me over, put me where he wanted me.
“Don’t be careful with me. He’s snugged up tight inside, you can’t harm him unless you do something drastic.”
“You saidhim.”
I laugh, pushing against his hands. But he keeps me pinned as he inspects me.
