Bedding the Geek Tycoon Page 2

  “Fuck your patience.” Jenn strained to kiss him, but he turned his head and bit her shoulder instead. His teeth sunk into her flesh, and the sharp, sudden pain sent agonizing pleasure rippling through her body.

  Her head fell back.

  “Oh…”

  He released his jaw slowly, licking the spot he had bitten. It was animalistic, possessive, and it felt dirty in the best way imaginable. Jenn struggled to press herself against him, but still he held her in place.

  “Do you have condoms?” he murmured, voice low and rough.

  Condoms. Right. It took Jenn more than a few seconds to put together enough brainpower to answer the question. “Yeah,” she said, “I think?”

  “I sure as hell hope you do,” Ryan said, his eyes burning holes through her.

  Jenn’s legs wobbled as she got up and hurried into her bedroom. She kept the temperature at a steady seventy-two in her apartment, but she still felt freezing without his touch. Fumbling through her underwear drawer, she came up with a box of condoms that couldn’t be more than a couple years old (she hoped).

  Ryan was waiting for her right outside the door.

  She gasped, and he grabbed her wrist, pushing her against the wall by the door, burying his face in her shoulder and biting again. Jenn groaned at the mingled pain and pleasure.

  “Open it,” he growled against her throat.

  Jenn could barely make her fingers work. Somehow, she managed to rip the package open. She pulled it out. Ryan backed up a little, and she got her first good look at his erect cock.

  He was huge. And he was uncut. It shocked her into silence.

  “I’ll take that as a compliment, too,” he said. “Put it on.”

  He didn’t have to tell her twice. Jenn placed the condom on the head of his engorged cock and rolled it down, running her hands along his shaft. He was both velvety and hard. She wanted to touch him, lick him, and Jenn sank to her knees. She had never wanted anyone so badly before.

  He stopped her from dropping. She blushed.

  “Sorry,” Jenn started to say, although she wasn’t sure what she was apologizing for. He shoved her against the wall before she could speak, lifting her weight entirely off the floor with two burly arms under each knee. Ryan’s appendage pressed heavy and huge against the side of her leg.

  “I’ve waited too long,” he said. He pushed the head inside her. After so long without sex, the tip alone stretched her soaked pussy. Her head banged against the wall behind her, and Jenn made a whimpering sound despite herself. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded wordlessly, shutting her eyes. “Don’t stop.”

  As he pushed the rest of the way inside her, the entire world reduced to the place their bodies intertwined.

  Ryan pulled out slowly, every wide inch sliding out with infuriating control. It almost hurt a little, as though he had taken her virginity for a second time, but the pain was exquisite. The room around her was thrown into sharp clarity with each little twinge and blurring in turn with the beating of her heart.

  He cupped her head between his hands, turning her gently until Jenn was looking up at him. Ryan was looking at her—through her. “Watch me, Jenn,” he said, and then he shoved himself inside her again, and her back arched.

  She couldn’t touch him enough. Jenn grabbed at his neck, his shoulders, his back, wrapping her legs around his waist as though she could pull him into her deeper and deeper. Ryan felt so good. She wanted to devour him.

  The beginnings of an orgasm were already creeping up on her, making her toes clench and breath turn ragged. Jenn couldn’t focus. She could barely even breathe.

  Ryan pumped in and out of her. He gave a deep grunt with every thrust, and the sound was as delicious as the rest of him. “Ryan,” she breathed, pressing her face into his neck. “Ryan, I’m going to—”

  She didn’t get a chance to finish her thought before ecstasy sent her plummeting over the edge.

  A scream ripped out of her throat. Her nails buried into his biceps. Her heels dug into his back. He thrust harder, and his growls mingled with her cries. Shudder after shudder ripped through Jenn’s body.

  “Jenn,” he groaned, and then with a final roar, he spent himself inside her.

  The release slowly drained from her body. Ryan kept her pinned to the wall without moving.

  As soon as the orgasm faded, she felt like she was going to pass out. Her sixteen hour work day suddenly clobbered her with exhaustion. She hadn’t been sleeping enough, or drinking enough coffee, and sex completely wiped her out.

  Her head drooped onto his shoulder. He gave a low chuckle.

  Ryan swept her into his arms and carried her into her bedroom. She barely managed to hold onto him in her post-orgasmic haze, hands wrapped around his neck and her head on his shoulder. He stepped sideways through her doorway and settled her on the bed—a California king Jenn had bought in the hopes she might get to do something on it someday.

  She sank into the mattress with a sigh. Some part of her was disappointed in her reaction; if she had been more conscious, she would have pounced him again. But languor was spreading through her body, warm and fluid, and her disappointment at how short of a time she had lasted was only tempered by the hope that she would have plenty of opportunities to explore Ryan’s body later.

  Jenn was only half-aware as he tugged the over her body. Ryan sat at her side long enough to bend down and brush a kiss over her lips. The bed shifted, and she threw a hand out, touching his hip.

  “Don’t go,” she mumbled.

  A pause.

  “Okay.” Ryan sank against her back. His arm coiled around her, warm and as solid as steel. He enveloped her, his legs curving into hers.

  Jenn tried to thank him, but she felt so safe, so warm, that she spiraled into the dark warmth of sleep immediately.

  ~~~

  This was a terrible idea.

  The longer that Ryan Stone lay curled around Jenn’s back, the harder it was going to be to get up. He could tell. He could already feel every single wall within him starting to melt.

  When Professor Pratt told him that Jenn was his best hope to crack the uncrackable code, he had flashed back to college. Hard.

  Jennifer MacLennan—star pupil and sexiest student in his classes. As the teacher’s research assistant, he wasn’t supposed to be interested in students on a social level. Definitely not a sexual level.

  But trying to write algorithms with those long legs kicked up on the desk of the computer lab was not easy. Grading papers while she chewed on the end of her writing utensil was even harder. It made him think about sticking other things in those plump lips—things that would enjoy the darting, sliding pink tip of her tongue a lot more than a Bic pen.

  He hadn’t dared speak to her at the time, just in case he completely came undone, but he had watched her. Closely. Years later, he still hadn’t forgotten the way her nerdy video game t-shirts clung to her perky tits or the smell of her womanly musk as she brushed past his desk.

  Ryan was used to having any woman he wanted. Jenn MacLennan was an exercise in self-control he didn’t know he had.

  Having the opportunity dropped in his lap to see her again after so many years…

  The present day Jenn rubbed against him with a sleepy sigh, hips pivoting to rub the globes of her ass against his pelvis. Goddamn. Even when she was sleeping, she was sexy as hell. As if her hot little body wasn’t enough of a clue, Ryan just had a feeling that Jenn was going to be a lot of trouble.

  He could only hope that her trouble would be worth it.

  Carefully extricating himself, he slipped away silently to keep from disturbing her. She moaned into her pillow. His erection promptly stiffened.

  “Damn,” he muttered, watching her from the doorway for a long moment. With the pale moonlight spilling from her windows, she was a long-limbed goddess tangled in her sweaty bed sheets.

  He would have loved to get her even more tangled and sweatier.

  Later.

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p; Ryan left the door open a crack, picked up his pants, and headed down the hall to her second bedroom.

  He had checked the floor plans of the Grayson Heights Condominiums before calling Jenn, so he knew the other room would be tucked behind her bathroom. He also knew, before unlocking her door with the brass key poorly hidden on top of the door’s molding, where her power outlets were most likely to be located, as well as the windows.

  Without having to see it, Ryan had a pretty clear mental image of Jenn’s server room.

  But when he opened the door, he still let out a gusting breath of shock.

  She had two rows of racks filled with blade servers. Some were expensive IBM and Sun equipment; others looked homebrewed. Fans whirred. The ghostly blue glow of LEDs lit his path as he headed to the terminal in the back.

  It must have been enough computing power to crack even Turner Industry’s security.

  “You are as scary as you are sexy, Miss MacLennan,” he muttered under his breath, inserting the thumb drive from his pocket into the USB port of her terminal.

  The light on it flashed. As soon as it stopped, he extracted it. It only took a second—his virus was a speedy bug.

  A twinge of guilt twisted his gut as he locked the server room door behind him again, but he quickly suppressed it.

  Ryan hadn’t taken charge of Turner Industries by letting petty things like ethics bother him.

  He started to dress, fully intending to slip out of the apartment and call Jenn the next day. But he couldn’t seem to get past her bedroom door. Through the crack, he could see that she had kicked off the sheets, and every inch of her naked body was bared to the bedroom.

  “This is a terrible idea,” he muttered.

  He slid into bed with her, wrapped his arms around her, and fell asleep.

  Three

  Jenn’s eyes opened on clothes draped over her bedside table. Slacks, a white button-up shirt, a jacket… a men’s jacket… And there was an arm wrapped around her. A very strong arm.

  Oh, hell.

  The evening after work came flooding back to Jenn all at once. When she moved, Ryan did, too. He unwound his arm from around her body and sat up, and throwing his legs over the side of the bed. She rolled over to look at his muscular back. Her body ached in all the best ways.

  Jenn enjoyed the view of Ryan as he stretched. He glanced down at her. His expression was suddenly cold, as though he had put on a mask since the night before. “I hope that was good for you. I’m out of practice.”

  “It was more than good.” She flashed a shy smile at him, but he started getting dressed without replying. “Where are you going?”

  “I have work to do.”

  Jenn sat up. The blanket fell around her waist, and Ryan’s eyes roved down her body with hungry familiarity. “So soon?”

  “It’s almost nine o’clock.”

  She pushed his pants aside to find her alarm clock. He was right. Jenn usually got into the office by eight. “Shit! I slept in!” Jenn flung the blankets off, searching her closet floor for an outfit that wasn’t too wrinkled.

  Ryan jerked his slacks over well-formed hips. “We should have dinner tonight.”

  The knot of worry that had begun to form in her chest eased. “That sounds great. I’ll get to work on your project today. Hopefully I can figure it out in the next day or two.”

  “I don’t doubt that you’re up for it.” Ryan touched her chin, his thumb lingering over her bottom lip. “I was an idiot in college.”

  “What makes you say that?” she asked. “I always thought you were brilliant. You even stole a couple of programming competitions from me.”

  He smiled. “Forget about it.”

  They walked to the parking garage together and parted ways at the elevator. Their brief kiss was less heated than the night before. He didn’t regret spending the night with her, did he? Jenn definitely didn’t have any regrets.

  She went to work, hoping to turn in her files for the Brady case and go home by lunch. But it took longer than expected. She had thought she had the last account all packaged up and ready to be sent to her boss, but it turned out she had left most of the files scattered across her computer—typical behavior on the projects she didn’t care about.

  Jenn was filing away the last of her work when a man leaned an elbow on the edge of her cubicle, rapping his fingers on the metal rim. “Hey. What are you doing?”

  She glanced up to see her department’s director giving her body a long, slow once-over. Oscar suffered from an overabundance of money and power. He wore a ridiculously expensive suit, the kind of haircut that cost at least a hundred bucks, and manicured fingernails.

  Since he was the director, he would never have told Jenn outright that he thought he had enough money to buy her, too, but he never failed to make his feelings clear anyway.

  Jenn blew out a breath. “I’m emailing you the Brady files, sir.”

  “You finished it already?” He arched a trimmed eyebrow.

  Yeah, about a month ago. “Yes, sir.”

  “Impressive.” Oscar cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. Jenn recognized the signs of an impending come-on and tried not to roll her eyes. “The client has been impressed with your progress. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled with the finished product, too. I’m going to take you out to dinner to celebrate.”

  Jenn feigned regret. “Oh, damn. You know, I already have plans.”

  “You never have plans.”

  Was her reputation for being anti-social really that bad? “It’s a special occasion.” She hurried to shut down her email client and folders. “I was even thinking of taking the whole week off.”

  “A week?”

  “I gave Peter notice. He said it was okay.”

  “You can’t go for a week,” Oscar said dismissively, stepping into her cubicle. “We need you here.”

  “I’ve got the leave saved up. I’m taking a week.” Jenn hit the power button and gathered up her papers, but Oscar stepped in her way before she could leave. He grabbed her arm—not hard, but not exactly gentle, either.

  “We should discuss the Brady files over lunch, at least.”

  She tried to shake the director off, but he didn’t let go. “I need to go, Oscar. Sir.”

  Oscar smiled. “Come on, Jenn, you should loosen up a—”

  “Is there a problem here?”

  Jenn turned to see Ryan radiating anger outside her cubicle.

  He had changed into a tight-fitting black t-shirt that hugged every muscle, and the glasses made him look like Superman hiding as Clark Kent. He could have been frightening if her knees didn’t immediately weaken at the sight of him.

  “No problem here,” Jenn said, wrenching her arm free. “We were talking about my last case.”

  Oscar straightened to his full height, which was at least an inch shorter than Ryan. “We have a rule about visitors in the office, Miss MacLennan.”

  “Yeah. Sorry. We’re leaving right now.” She reached for Ryan’s elbow with the idea she could lead him to the elevator—not that she would be able to physically force him to do anything—but he shifted and grabbed her hand instead, twining his fingers through hers. His hand was warm and rough, and his grip a little too tight.

  “I expect to see you at the meeting tomorrow,” Oscar said.

  Ryan pulled her against his side and turned a Glare of Death on the director.

  “I’ll try,” she said.

  Once they were in the elevator and the doors slid shut, Ryan dropped her hand. She couldn’t help but be disappointed. “What was that?” he asked.

  “My boss,” Jenn said. “Actually, the boss of my boss.”

  “He was coming onto you.”

  “Oscar’s a harmless prick. He hits on me, I don’t throw a sexual harassment case at him, and he turns a blind eye to my private use of company equipment. It’s not worth picking a fight over it.”

  He stepped into her personal space, forcing her back against the elevator wall. He smelled lik
e aftershave and a masculine musk that made her flash back to the night before. “You could have a much better job. A job without sexual harassment.”

  Her knees wobbled. “Is that an offer?”

  “Maybe.”

  The answer surprised her. Turner wasn’t just a ridiculously rich company—they had great employee benefits.

  But Ryan couldn’t offer her anything. He was just an engineer. She shrugged it off. “So what are you doing here? I thought you were going to call me.”

  Ryan flashed a smile. “I’m taking you to dinner.”

  The elevator reached the bottom floor with a chime, and Ryan strode across the lobby of her office, leaving Jenn hurrying to catch up with him.

  Jenn was surprised to find that Ryan drove a lifted truck that required a special step to reach the passenger’s seat. It was a black, imposing beast with tinted windows and an antenna that suggested a little more technology than usually came standard with such things.

  He unlocked the truck with a dongle, and Jenn opened her door, reaching up on her toes to grab the handle and haul herself into the passenger’s seat.

  “Hope you don’t mind that I came for you early.” He gracefully slipped behind the wheel.

  “Not at all.” Jenn had to lean almost entirely out of the truck to grab the door. The truck smelled new, like leather and air freshener, and the seats were so heavily cushioned she could have easily fallen asleep where she sat.

  It roared like a beast when Ryan turned the key in the ignition.

  She gave him a look, and he grinned.

  “So Turner pays their engineers pretty well,” she said.

  “Well above market, yeah. Employee retention is cheaper than headhunting and training.”

  “And I’ve heard the Turner family really cares about its employees,” Jenn said. “There was a whole write-up in Forbes about it last February.”

  He turned out of the parking lot. “I suppose.”

  Something about the slant of his totally dreamy Superman lips made her think she had said something wrong.

  She searched for something to say that would make it better. “This is a nice truck.” Smooth.