Shit. This had so not been a part of her plan. At all! But then he’d started touching her and she couldn’t believe how much she loved it. Nothing had ever felt that good before. Now with Mr. Happy more than twenty-three-hundred miles away, she was about to come without him. She never had before, but Conall was bringing her there. Her own live Mr. Happy.

Closing her eyes as the sensations began to build inside her, Miki brought her other hand up and gripped the back of Conall’s neck. She pulled him tight against her, his fingers continuing to move inside her. He brought his mouth to her other breast and sucked on the nipple until that was rock hard. Then he moved his tongue across her collarbone and up one side of her neck. She felt heat spreading throughout her body as Conall whispered in her ear, “You smell so good, Miki. Feel so good. I could stay inside you forever.”

That was the last bit she needed. Her orgasm burst inside her and she clung to Conall, his thumb rubbed against her clit, drawing out her release until she screamed against his neck.

When Miki’s vision cleared, she realized she still held onto him. “Conall?”

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” His hand slipped out of her and he picked her up, walking over to the bed. He dropped them both to the mattress, rolling on top of her, kissing her neck, her jaw.

“Conall?”

He pulled away and looked down at her. “You really are beautiful, Miki.”

“Thanks, Conall.”

He stared at her a moment longer. Smiled. Then passed out.

Suddenly the biggest guy she’d ever met had her pinned to the mattress. A really ugly way to die. She pushed the thought away and dragged herself out from under him. Luckily, he hadn’t fallen completely on top of her. It seemed like at the last minute he moved over enough to crash more to her side.

Miki dropped to the floor. Well, that had been interesting. She took a deep breath to calm her body down. She was still rolling from that orgasm, but she wasn’t going to let that distract her. And she wasn’t going to feel guilty either. He’d started this game, was it her fault he’d underestimated her?

She stood up and looked at her watch. Her calculations had only been three minutes off. Not bad. She had to guess the time he’d finally drop based on what Sara had told her about their metabolisms. Thank goodness for Pharmacology 101. Best three credits she ever earned.

She went back to her room and changed into clothes that didn’t have Conall’s smell all over them. Then returned to her oversized shapeshifter in his bedroom. She looked down at him and realized that asleep he did look like the innocent teddy bear everybody kept talking about.

She checked his pulse and his pupils. He was out cold, but breathing normally. She made sure his body lay in a comfortable position, brushed his blond hair out ofhis face, grabbed her backpack and snuck out the door.

Chapter Nine

Miki sat with the closest friends she had outside of Sara and Angelina, and realized that after all these years they were still a bad influence.

“You still have Feds coming to your door and yet we sit here hacking into a man’s computer?” she growled.

Craig grinned, but never looked away from the laptop he diligently worked on. “Yeah. They’re like friends now. I make them coffee.”

Miki shook her head. “You’re nuts.”

“Dude, they have nothing on us. They’re just fishing.”

Miki put down her Shirley Temple. “But you guys are hacking into someone’s computer. So you’re giving them ammunition.” Miki ate pretzels out of a bowl then briefly obsessed over how many hands had actually been there before her. “Who are you going after anyway?”

“Mitchell Leucrotta.”

Miki frowned. “Who?”

Her four friends stared at her. All scrunched together in the booth opposite her, they leaned on top of one another trying to see what Craig was doing on the laptop.

Amy glanced at Craig. “Professor Mitchell Leucrotta.”

Miki groaned. “Are you guys nuts? Have you lost what little bit of your minds you have left?” Hacking into another university was dumb. Hacking into your own was damn suicidal career-wise. And the thought of Craig being the butt buddy of someone in prison was simply not a pleasant thought.

“I’m almost positive he’s holding up my grant money.” Craig, like her, still worked on his dissertation. Yet he had his own lab in the biotech school and would probably be a very rich man one day. If he didn’t have a weird fetish about feet, she would have dated Craig herself. But, as it was, they were better off as good but strange friends.

“Whatever you find, you can’t use it against him. Not legally.” Miki shifted around in her seat and Craig stared at her.

“You so want to see what we’re doing, don’t you?”

Miki turned her head away. “No.”

“Liar.” Amy Bitter, who loved her name, accused. Amy could take apart and rebuild absolutely anything no matter how complex.

“You want to touch the keyboard. You lust for the keyboard.” That from Kenny Liu. A software genius who loved creating viruses.

“You’re all idiots.”

Ben Klein, whose hacking skills made hers look like child’s play, raised an eyebrow. “She desires the keyboard as much as she desires to help us with the password.”

“I’m not listening.” Miki put her hands over her ears. “You can’t lead me down this road of evil and prison time.”