“I’m sure.” I handed him the glass of water.
He took it. “Thank you. I’m so hot right now. It would be nice to sit down on your couch or something. Zora would let me in for a chat.”
Alrighty. You’re not getting a hug, buddy.
A voice sounded behind me. “Mr. Patel, your screen is gone.”
Kamal responded, “Give me a minute, Zach. I’m turning my mic off too. Carry on without me for a few minutes.”
I glanced over my shoulder.
With an annoyed expression, Kamal stalked forward. It took him no time to get to us. When he did, he crowded the space in the doorway, forcing me to inch away. “Hello, Oliver. How are you doing?”
Oliver frowned and backed up from the door. “Hey, there. I didn’t realize Zora’s brother was. . .staying here.”
“You didn’t realize that?” Kamal moved forward, pushing him back into the hallway some more. “Sorry, Oliver. Next time we’ll send you that memo.”
Frowning, Oliver held the glass in mid-air and then sort of fake chuckled. “Funny.”
“It is funny.” Although Kamal leaned on the door, he still towered over Oliver. “You were feeling parched?”
Oliver gazed up at him. “Huh?”
Kamal gestured at the glass. “The water.”
“Oh, yes. I. . .my throat gets dry when I run.” Oliver took a few sips and then handed it to me.
Kamal grabbed it from him. “You feel better now?”
“Yes.” Oliver quickly put his shirt back on and went over to untie Elisabeth. “Just what I needed.”
“Good for you. Next time consider taking a bottle of water with you. It’s great for runners.”
Oliver’s frown deepened. “Yeah. I’ll consider that.”
“Good.” Kamal shut the door and took the glass over to the sink.Chapter 14
JadeHis Pussy
Kamal continued to wash the glass that Oliver drank from. “How did you two meet up this morning?”
“Ganesha has an official Monday morning jog with Oliver’s dog, Elisabeth.”
“My sister jogs with that jerk every Monday morning?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm.” He washed the glass and then put it in the drying rack. “Next time, I’ll come along.”
“No need.” I gestured to his laptop. “You’re doing big things like protecting people from getting their webcams hacked into. I didn’t know it happened so much.”
Kamal moved his gaze all over me. Every spot he looked my skin tingled. “Hackers use a Trojan horse malware to secretly install and run remote desktop software without your knowledge. You may think you’re downloading one thing, when in fact it’s carrying a hidden payload.”
“How can I stop this?”
“Don’t click on attachments or any suspicious links in an email, text, or social media message.” He closed the distance. “Also. . .you should take off your clothes right now.”
“I am. And then I’m going to take a shower.”
He captured my waist and kissed me.
When he pulled back, I whispered, “Good morning, sexy man.”
“Take your clothes off.”
“I am sweaty and—”
“I like it.”
I laughed.
“I’m serious.”
“You have a meeting.” I left his arms.
He lightly smacked my ass, causing it to jiggle.
I yelped.
Sighing, he headed over to his makeshift office, grabbing his crotch the whole time. “Next Monday, we will all go jog together.”
“I don’t need you to come with me. I can handle Oliver.”
He stopped and turned to me. “Can you now?”
“He’s just. . .”
“A frat boy rapey type.”
I blinked. “He’s just a playboy that’s super lonely right now and apparently in need of hugs for survival.”
Kamal frowned.
“It’s science.”
Kamal scowled. “He asked you for a hug?”
“Or course he did.” I gestured at myself. “Aren’t I the most huggable individual you’ve seen?”
“Yes. But only I get to hug you.”
I sucked my teeth.
“You disagree?”
“I’m going to take a shower.” I headed off.
He caught my arm and brought me back to him. “No. We have to make sure you understand the situation.”
I chuckled. “What’s that? You own me now? You only fucked me once.”
“Twice. You woke me up in the middle of the night.”
“Okay. Twice.” I blushed. “You fuck me twice and you suddenly own all my hugs?”
“Not just your hugs.”
“Oh, there’s more?”
“Your kisses.” He wrapped his arms around my waist. “I own your pussy too. And your moans.”
“Mr. Patel, I wasn’t aware of that before sleeping with you.”
“Too bad.” He captured my lips.
I groaned into his mouth, loving his taste. He pulled up my top and sports bra. If he thought I was too salty from sweat, he never said it. Instead, he licked and lapped as if I had just left the shower.
I slipped my hands down to the front of his jeans and gripped that massive cock of his. “Do you have to finish your meeting?”
“No. It’s one of the many benefits of being the CEO of the company.” He pulled me over to his laptop, closed it, and snatched off his jacket. “Take those pants off immediately.”
“Yes, Mr. Patel.”
“Do you know how pissed I was not seeing you in bed this morning?”
“I didn’t want to wake you up.”