He looks up and heat flares in his gaze as soon as he sees what I’m wearing. “Are you going for this?”
I shrug. “I want a job in the cyber security field when I graduate.”
“Based on what I’ve seen, you have the skills. I’d definitely hire you, Miss Karma.” He flips the book closed and pats the empty space beside himself.
“I don’t know. What kind of benefits could I expect?” I ask as I cross the room. Instead of sitting beside him, I sit in his lap and face him. I grind against him. “What kind of incentive plan is there?”
His voice is husky. “What kind of benefits do you want?”
“Well, daily orgasms are a must,” I say just as fingers slide into my underwear.
“What else?” He smirks at me as he traces my folds, making it hard for me to think about anything but the feeling of his fingers against my body.
“I’d need hands-on training for a while.” I gasp as his thick fingers probe my tight channel. I’m slick and wet, ready for all of Eric. “I need you to take me again.”
“Not until after we’ve finished the hands-on training,” he teases. He twists his fingers, stroking a spot inside of me that sends a wave of tingles through my body. The edges of my vision blur and there’s an explosion of pleasure through every part of me.
I slump against him and giggle. “I like training with you.”
When I’ve recovered from the climax, I reach for his belt.
He puts his hands over mine. “I’m not doing that here.”
“Why not?” My voice comes out whiny, but I don’t care. I was looking forward to feeling his big, hard cock pumping into me.
“Like it or not, this is your dad’s house. That’s not right.” He kisses the top of my head. “I should go anyway.”
“Wait,” I fist the material of his dress shirt. “Stay with me until I fall asleep.”
He nods and helps me settle under the covers. He lays with me but stays on top of the covers. I can see the evidence of his arousal through the thin material of his slacks and it doesn’t seem fair that he shouldn’t be able to get off.
I reach for him again, but he stops me.
“He’d never know.” I can’t help but point this out, wondering why he’s so stubborn.
“That doesn’t matter. I would know,” Eric answers.
I run my fingers along his jawline, feeling the way his five o’clock shadow teases my fingers.
He leans into my touch and closes his eyes. “Start from the beginning and tell me when you decided to become Miss Karma.”
So, I tell him everything about Mexico and how he broke my heart that night. Then I talk about how I knew the only way to get his attention was to break into his computer and flirt with him that way.
“I still can’t believe you’re not mad at me about it,” I admit at the end. I keep waiting for him to get frustrated.
He gives me a sleepy smile, fighting to keep his eyes open. “I’ve never been hacked by anyone as sexy as you.”
I chuckle and watch him drift to sleep. I don’t know what the future will bring. I’m not sure everything with my dad will be fixed. But I know one thing. Whatever happens, Eric and I will face it together. That makes me happiest of all.
EPILOGUE
ERIC
I step into the apartment and pause to listen. I don’t hear a sound, so I move to our bedroom.
It’s been six months since the masquerade and Atlas moved out of her dad’s house a few weeks ago. We’re renting an apartment on the edge of town, about fifteen minutes away from the college she attends.
In the bedroom, Atlas is sleeping in only a t-shirt and black panties. She’s sprawled on the bed, the sheets twisted around her. Her blonde curls frame her face and I have an urge to wake her just so I can make love to her.