Hour by Hour (Games & Diversions #2) (5 page)

He turns towards the hallway, motioning towards Griff.

“I need you
now.
”

***

Chris and Lukas rush into the house and down the hallway with me on their heels.

Lukas didn’t take Chris seriously at first.

But one phrase changed Lukas’s perception in a matter of seconds.

The words “We’ve been hacked” set his feet on rockets.

The three of us make a beeline to Foxx’s main office with a fast-talking Chris as our guide.

Before we even set foot in the office, we find out that what was once believed to be a glitch in the
Tripping Out!
cloud drive has now been
confirmed
as a hack by the IT department.

We open the door to find a frustrated Foxx at his office computer and an anxious Kat at his side.

Chris pulls up a seat beside Foxx, and even Ana, who is missing her own party, is watching the computer over Foxx’s back.

But everything takes a back seat soon as Lukas comes in.

Foxx removes himself immediately, and Lukas takes the hot seat. He sits quietly, self-assured—as always.

Anticipation squeezes the air out of the room, and I find it hard to breathe as Lukas’s fingers begin to fly.

We all sit silently as Lukas goes to work.

What happens next is
pure magic
.

Lukas takes complete command, diving directly into the cloud drive with a steely determination. His green eyes are lit from within, making the hair on his face and head appear even darker.

His large hands glide across the keyboard with a soft insistency, his slightly calloused palms performing choreographed patterns across the tiny black buttons.

Letters, numbers, symbols appear and disappear before my eyes. I have no idea what is happening but I am
mesmerized
.

He was right. I underestimated him.

I don’t know how long we all stay staring like this.

Suddenly, he breaks the trance.

“The files are not gone,” he says to the room. “They’re hidden.

“Somebody made duplicates of them. But they’re not really duplicates; they’re
phonies
, masquerading as the real files while the authentic ones are stashed behind the scenes.

“See? The actual size of the drive hasn’t changed.”

Ana surprises us all by speaking up.

“I’ve heard about this sort of thing in my coding classes. We call it a ‘mirror.’ It reflects back to you what it wishes you to see. It’s an illusion.”

Lukas looks back at Ana, nodding with approval.

“That’s right.” He turns. “Chris, what was in those Voyager files when you pulled them up?”

“Well, the articles were all gone. No text. No documents. They had all been… replaced.”

“Replaced
how
?”

“The decoy files were sloppy. They didn’t replace them well. In place of the articles, there was some sort of picture… a clock, maybe? Or was it a watch…?”

Lukas opens a file… and pales.

“A chess timer,” he says.

“Yeah,” Chris pipes up. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Lukas stands stolidly, pushing the chair back suddenly. His eyes narrow at the floor.

Chris reaches out.

“Hey, Griff. S’wrong, man?”

“Nothing… Nothing else, at least. The real articles are here, somewhere—stashed away. It’s only a matter of time before we find them.

“They didn’t steal anything. They didn’t delete anything. They didn’t remove anything. This wasn’t a sloppy hack job.”

He raises his gaze at last.

“Whoever did this wanted us to find it.”

The worst enemy of the strategist is the clock. -   Garry Kasparov

ELENA

“Lukas!” I call out. My voice stops him in his tracks.

He tears his way out of Foxx’s office when all conversation stops, but as soon as he hits the hallway, I’m on his heels.

His muscular back is tense beneath his black sweater. I settle behind him and he waits…

The rest of the people in the room begin to file out behind us.

Chris breezes by us without looking. Foxx glares over. Ana winks.

Lukas and I wait until everyone passes us before saying anything else to each other.

Their scrutiny makes me self-conscious. I keep my voice low even though everyone is gone.

“Lukas,” I whisper. “What the
hell
is going on?”

“You know… you
can
call me Griff the way everyone else does.” He doesn’t turn. “What do you mean?”

I shift impatiently on my feet. “Come on… don’t play dumb with me. By the performance that I just saw in there, it’s very
clear
that you’re not.”

“And it wasn’t clear
before
?”

I don’t answer.

It
wasn’t
clear before. In fact, it suited me to think that maybe he
was
. It made him easier to walk away from…

“I saw the look in your eyes in that office. You know more than you’re letting on. I don’t know why it wasn’t obvious to everyone else, but it certainly was to me.”

“I was concerned about the hack. Just like everybody else was.”

“You’re
not
like everyone else.”

He shifts his weight and I watch the muscles at his shoulders nearly bristle. He’s like a cat…
no
, like a lion or tiger—fraught with tension, on the cusp of striking out.

I swallow thickly.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Elena,” he says. “I
belong
in the same category as everyone else. I’m just a regular worker bee trying to protect the hive—like Chris or Foxx.”

I scoff on a laugh. “
Regular
is not a word that I’d use to describe you.”

He hesitates. “How
would
you describe me?”

Intense. Complex. Extraordinary
. I sigh. “I don’t know. Just… different.”

“Why don’t we talk another time?” He starts to walk away.

“Why don’t
you
just be honest?” I yell at his back.

He turns towards me. “Honest?”

“
Yes
! I’d like some honesty. You familiar with the word?”

His eyes darken menacingly, flashing an olive green and then returning to normal.

The party lights only add to his threatening nature. He’s more foreboding in the light than he was in the absolute dark.

He pulls up his sleeves.

“Ok, you want honesty?”

I pull my back straight, meeting his gaze. “Yeah, I do.”

He steps closer, nearly bringing us chest-to-chest.

He’s so close that I can feel the heat of him through the sweater he wears.

But I won’t back down. I don’t move an inch… though I have to squeeze my hands into fists to keep them from shaking.

He leans into me, his voice rumbling low.

“Alright,” he says. “
Honestly?
”

“
I don’t want to talk to you
.

“I’m
trying
to leave you alone… like you asked.

I’m trying not to
talk
to you. I’m trying not to
touch
you.

“Because if you keep standing there in that ‘come fuck me’ skirt, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

He closes his eyes briefly, as if to rein in his control. He opens them again, and they are brightly
blazing
.

“So, be a good girl, Elena,” he nearly snarls, “and
run along
.”

His words send a tremor through me, a tingle that starts between my thighs and tumbles down towards my toes.

His voice has a velvety rasp—like sandpaper under silk. It’s deep, yet grating. As if the need inside him is strangling each word.

His eyes flicker to my bare legs, and I’m suddenly hyper-aware of them—suddenly cognizant of the smooth, shaved skin below my skirt that seemed so innocent just a moment ago.

I now see them as Lukas must see them.

As dangerous.

As silky and naked temptations that were wrapped firmly around his head just a few short weeks ago.

Fuck, I should’ve worn pants.

I
should
walk away. He’s given me an opening to turn on my heel and head in the opposite direction.

To remove myself from this situation before it escalates.

But I still don’t have any answers. We’re getting too far off topic, and all of a sudden, I can’t remember what my initial question even was.

He’s distracting me from the matter at hand, and it’s
pissing me off.
I stand my ground, defying him.

“I’ve got news for you,” I condescend. “I’ve
never
been a good girl.”

His dark brows lower, turning his bright eyes into slits. I feel a bead of sweat run down my neck as a lock of Lukas’s dark hair falls forward.

I’m provoking him—I know it. But my curiosity won’t let me stop.

What will he do? How will he react?

Right now, he is a caged animal, prickling in its confines, and I’m an inquisitive child, rattling the bars, poking between the open spaces.

Will he bite?

God help me, I sure as hell want him to.

But the bite doesn’t come. Instead, Lukas pushes his body into mine, causing me to walk backwards.

He backs me into Foxx’s office once again. But the light from the office laptop is not nearly enough to illuminate the way.

I reach my hands blindly behind me and my fingers find Foxx’s office desk. I grip its edge.

I am
fucking
terrified
… and exhilarated all at once.

“Last chance, Elena,” he warns ominously. “
Walk away
.”

There it is again. That thunder.

Each time he speaks, it is like a quiet drumroll in the distance, a foreboding raincloud from the sky sending shivers across my shoulders.

A silent threat hangs on his every word, and though, I can’t yet see the threat, I hear it in his tone—I
feel
it.

I prepare myself for the storm.

“Why?” I manage to breathe out.

“Because, Elena… if there was anything pure about you… if there’s even a
shred
of good that you want to keep, then you should go.

“Because, if given the chance, I will fuck
every last inch of innocence out of you
. Do you understand?”

He leans in, speaking the words near my brow. His lips peel back and I can feel him bare his teeth against my skin. My eyes drift to a close.

Here it comes
, I think to myself.

The lightning. The bite…

Lukas twists to the side, reaching over to close the door and lock it. My fingernails dig into the desk’s wood.

The blue-grey glow from the laptop emphasizes the intensity in his eyes, and he grabs my hips, shifting me to a sitting position on the desk.

He places his hands on either side of me, staring me down.

“By now, you should know… that it’s
too late
to turn back, Elena, so I want you to listen to me—and
listen to me good.

“I’m going to fuck you now with my tongue.

“Not because I want to, but because I
have
to. I have to taste you again.

“I have to see if your pussy was as soft as I remember, if it’s as mouthwatering as I daydreamed.

“It can’t be as perfect as my memory says it is. I won’t believe it…”

He snorts on a laugh, but the sound is bitter instead of amused.

“Look, let’s be
honest
with ourselves, right? Do I piss you off? Aggravate you? Make you want to choke the
fucking
life out of me?

“Tell me that you want to punch me as much as you want to fuck me. Let’s go back to this ‘honesty thing,’” he spouts with a frustratingly sexy, wry smile.

“Admit it, Elena. You don’t want me in
your
head anymore than I want you in
mine
.

“So, let’s just satisfy our curiosity—get the bullshit out of the way and go back to living our normal, regular,
fucked-up
lives.”

His face is only inches from mine, and I stare at his gorgeous features—speechless.

I wanted honesty. I got it—like a slap to the face.

I want to return the favor… but he already knows how I feel.

Besides… how do you tell a man that you’ve had the
best sex of your life with
that you want him to lick your pussy… and then you want to smother him with it?

You don’t
.

You just let him do what he does best. And then you pray to God that it will cure you of this wayward yearning you seem to have for him.

At my silence, Lukas starts to move.

He places his large hand on the plane of my stomach, laying me flat against the desktop. He flips my pleated, blush skirt upwards and kisses me gently between my thighs.

His hands are rough, but his mouth is indescribably soft. He pulls my panties angrily to the side as his mouth descends on my pussy.

I give a small cry at the cold touch of his tongue, but when it starts to move, it grows
warm
… then
hot
, until the slow strokes of his tongue blaze lines of fire across my sweltering folds.

His tongue is wet—
insistent
. It teases figure eights across my clit as he French-kisses the length of me.

God, how could I have gone so long without this?

He places my legs on each of his shoulders, digging his fingertips above my knees.
Up. Down. Higher. Higher.

He takes me to the top of ecstasy… and then
beyond
it.

I moan loudly, bucking my hips off the edge of the desk.

Lukas lifts his head, murmuring melodically against my clit.

“You are
sweeter
than I remembered, Elena.
Fucking
delicious.”

The words make me lose control.

When he penetrates me with his tongue, I come, my orgasm jerking my body like lightning bolts from my head to my toes.

In the midst of spasms, I knock over papers—office supplies. If the laptop weren’t on the other side,
it’d be obliterated, too
.

And all the while, Lukas never stops kissing; he never stops licking. I climax for what feels like forever.

When my body finally settles, I inhale, long and slow, taking deep breaths, trying to gather what is left of my scrambled brain.

Lukas stands, looking over me as I lay there. His gaze is penetrating. His stance is severe.

His fingers hover above his waistband… and then start to move. I hear the click and jingle of his belt buckle before I see it—before my eyes can adjust to the virtual black that soaks the air.

His eyes are on me—questioning me;
I feel them
. I answer his probing with my silence.