“I’m sorry too,” I whispered back.

Hannah was right.

The voice be damned.

—

It felt like hours before we came up for air again. Hannah was tucked into my side. We were both aching and tired but not willing to move anytime soon.

I ran my fingers through her hair while Hannah traced circles on my chest. “Do you want to come see Charlotte with me tomorrow?” she asked, peering up at me through her lashes.

I kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, that sounds great.” And then I remembered. “Shit, I won’t be able to leave the office until after six tomorrow. I’ve got a late meeting. Maybe—”

“I can come to your office, meet you there, and we can ride over to the care center together,” Hannah suggested before I could finish my sentence.

“You want to meet me at my office?” I wasn’t so sure about that idea. Yes, Hannah knew I was an agent, but it crossed boundaries. After the mess with Madison, it was important to keep personal and professional separate.

Hannah giggled. “I won’t go snooping, Agent Kohler.” She poked me in the side, making me laugh. “I’ll just come and get you and we can go see Charlotte. We could take her something to eat. She loves pizza but hardly ever gets to eat it. Maybe we could take her some.”

The voice was blissfully silent. I was glad, because I was enjoying the moment.

This one perfect, normal, happy moment.

“That sounds nice. Sure, come by the office. I’ll have to let security know that I’m expecting you and you’ll need to bring ID to get in the building,” I told her.

“That sounds hardcore.” She smirked.

I took her hand and slid it under the covers, wrapping her fingers around my hardening dick. “It’s very hardcore,” I assured her, groaning as she began to stroke me.

I leaned in to kiss her, ready for round four. Or was it five?

She pulled back and I frowned. “What is it?”

“Stay with me tonight. Don’t go home,” she said.

“Are you sure? After everything earlier—”

“I’m sure.” She smiled, kissing me. “I’m so damn sure.”

In one swift movement she was straddling me, and I reached up to cup her breasts. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” She lifted up slightly and then came down, taking me deep.

“I promise,” I swore as she made me hers.

Chapter 21

Hannah

I was exhausted. It was almost four in the morning and I was at my computer in the kitchen, trying to type as quietly as possible, hoping I wouldn’t wake Mason.

It was risky working while he was in the house, but I had no choice.

Tomorrow was my chance to gain deeper access to the FBI database. I would be in his office. I didn’t want to squander the opportunity.

I could hear his soft snores from the bedroom and knew that, for the time being, I was safe.

Tonight had been emotional. Scary and almost devastating. For a few moments I had been sure my plan was over. That Mason would leave.

He had been so angry. Even while fucking me, he had been filled with a fury that frightened me. And exhilarated me, if I was being honest.

Honest.

Funny, that’s what caused the problems to begin with.

He had busted me in a lie. Only one of many, but it had been enough. His trust was a shaky thing and I had cracked the foundation.

Not even giving him my body had erased the doubt that had been planted in his mind.

I had been afraid.

But not just for the obvious reasons.

When faced with the possibility of his walking out of my life, I had felt frantic. Not because he was my means to an end. Not because Toxicwrath and I had concocted this very important plan that he was a central part of.

But because I didn’t want him to leave.

Because I cared about him.

I fidgeted in the hard kitchen chair, feeling the pulling ache between my legs. I could still feel him there.

The first time we had sex had been intense. His anger had made it raw.

But the times after that had been different.

I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on.

I stared at the string of code on the screen. This seemingly simple series of letters and numbers would allow me to see everything on Mason’s computer. It would give me eyes inside the FBI’s database. A simple root kit that would send me all the information I needed.

I inserted a thumb drive into the USB port and saved the program. I attached the unobtrusive device to a silver bejeweled key chain in the shape of a unicorn. It didn’t exactly scream “notorious hacker,” which was what made it so perfect.

Installing the root kit on Mason’s computer would take only minutes. I had to ensure I was given the opportunity to do what I needed to do. The program would run in the background of Mason’s computer, cataloging every keystroke. Every email. He wouldn’t know it was there. And it would send all of that information to my home computer.

I would be the proverbial fly on the wall.

The memory of Mason’s face above me made my skin heat. I wanted to crawl back into bed. To curl up beside the sleeping man who rested there. Lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

And enjoy the hours of peace before I deceived him all over again.

“I need this to be safe. You and me.”

I had made him so many promises. I planned to break every single one of them.

And that made me the worst type of person.

I couldn’t go there.

Not now.

Not when I was so close.

I saw the red message icon at the bottom of the screen and clicked on it.

From: 06050900oneforallunitynet

Subject: A day at the beach

Date: April 6, 2016 04:21

To: 12080512alwcawunitynet

I’m looking for a great beach getaway. Is Key West a good option?

I logged in to IRC and found Key West soon enough.

04:25 <Freed0m0v3rdr1v3> It’s a little early, isn’t it?

04:26 <T0x1cwrath> How are things with the agent?

What? Why would Toxicwrath be requesting a chat at four-thirty in the morning to ask about Mason?

04:27 <Freed0m0v3rdr1v3> Going well. I have plans to access more information. Taking action tomorrow.

I watched the cursor on the screen but Toxicwrath wasn’t responding. He was still in the chat but didn’t appear to be in a hurry to continue the conversation.