Code Monkey

by Mechele Armstrong

  She was so tired but couldn’t sleep. Not with everything abuzz like this. Not with her body on such high alert. She couldn’t even bring herself to be upset about what had transpired. That would come later, she was sure. But for right now, she just needed something to take away this frustrated passion.

  She’d be a mess at work tomorrow if she didn’t get this figured out. She didn’t want to think, even if she could have formed a coherent thought beyond one man. She only wanted to feel and give herself over to the hungry sensations bombarding her body.

  Baxter.

  But he wasn’t there right now. She was all alone. And…horny. She’d never been horny before. This was a new experience. Sure, she’d had sex. Yes, she’d played with herself both with her hands and with toys. But there had never been this all consuming need present in her body before. Not like this. She didn’t like it but had to answer the call or go crazy.

  She ran her hand down her face and didn’t stop there but drifted it down to her breasts and stroked them in gentle swirling motions through her top. She found a nipple and pinched it between her fingers.

  She moaned. Her sex moistened, asking for something. Her body was asking for something that she needed. Desperately.

  Baxter.

  Her hands went down from her breasts to reach between her thighs. She hurriedly pushed away the material covering her. Her thighs went apart as far as she could kick them out. She needed to give herself more room. She pushed down more covers with her feet.

  Her hips bucked as her fingers found their mark. Everything within her felt energized as though she’d stuck her fingers in the biggest light socket imaginable.

  So much.

  She wanted so much.

  She wanted Baxter. But this would have to do on short notice. Tomorrow, she could remember why it was not a good idea and deal with what had happened tonight. Right now, she was just going to feel.

  His mouth would be so warm as it traveled around her body. So giving. So wet. He’d pleasure her in a hundred different ways. His kiss had been surprisingly masterful. Dominating even. Not anything she’d expected.

  She sped up her ministrations, causing another groan to break from her lips. If only it was his hand.

  If only it was his penis.

  Her body shuddered in a cavalcade of sensations that such an intimate thought brought up. His hard member going inside her, filling her up in a way she’d never been filled before.

  Oh, she’d had sex before, but never with anyone who might matter.

  Even in her tired delirium of desire, Baxter was someone who might matter to her. A fact that scared her more than anything else. It made him more dangerous than anyone had ever been to her.

  Her hand was coated in her own juices and it still wasn’t enough. She wanted more. For the first time in her life, she wanted it all.

  Her thoughts drifted back to his cock being inside of her, filling her. His body moving up and down above her. His face consumed by passion that was for her and only her.

  His lips whispering sweet nothings as he took his time making love to her. With Baxter, it would be love making and not just sex. She’d bet he could be wild too. It wouldn’t just be gentle. It would be all consuming.

  His hands would worship her as would his lips.

  He’d take care of her needs and then in a final blaring round of frantic desire, he’d find his own pleasure. He’d cry her name again and again as his orgasm drove him over the fine edge and into oblivion as he spilled his seed. For her. With her. Because of her.

  Her body clenched in time with the imagined Baxter as her climax ripped her apart as though she was made of paper.

  She lay in bed for a second, panting and sweaty.

  If only he’d been here. If only the dreams could turn into reality. She’d never wanted anything more than this moment to turn into something she could hold onto.

  She pulled the covers back along her shivering body and finally drifted off to sleep with dreams of her geek lover still taking her under their control.

  * * * *

  Baxter rolled over again and stared at the plain white wall. He rubbed his face and glanced toward the clock though he’d told himself last time he wasn’t going to look again. Five minutes had passed. Only five minutes. It felt like hours. He wasn’t going to make it until morning. Not at this rate.

  Damn.

  He couldn’t get Anna Marie out of his head. Or calm his raging body down. He’d daydreamed enough about her when she’d been out of reach. Now that she might be attainable? He couldn’t stop thinking about her. She consumed every bit of him from his body to his mind. She’d be working on his soul next. He wasn’t even sure he minded.

  He put his arm over his face and rolled onto his back. This was ridiculous. Yes, they’d kissed but they hadn’t done anything else. Well, one grope and then he’d been kicked out of there. But he couldn’t forget and move on.

  Her mouth had felt so wonderful. He didn’t want to think about her pushing him away. He only wanted to focus on being with her. That was all his addled brain could even conceive of right now.

  His hand moved down his body to his chest. He rubbed it against the crinkly chest hairs before he hesitated. His hand rested on his chest as he had a debate about its destination. He could just roll over and go to sleep.

  Because that was working so well?

  He could try and release some of the tension in a time honored tradition that the first man with opposable thumbs and a libido had to have done.

  Wasn’t like he was going to get together with Anna Marie and have sex anytime soon. He might be closer to it than he’d been before but he was still miles away from it happening. Of that he was sure.

  But why do this now?

  Why not?

  Joel wasn’t in the apartment tonight. He was spending the night at Sam’s. No one was around. No one would walk in on him. Or hear him. He had the place to himself.

  He hadn’t masturbated in a good long time, except maybe once or twice in the shower. He was long over due and now that Anna Marie was attainable? He couldn’t help but fulfill this need.

  His hand meandered down his body and came to his stiff cock. His shaft seemed to become magnetized to his hand.

  Her hand would be smaller than his. More delicate. It would grip him tightly as she slid her fingers around him. Wind from his swollen tip down around to his aching balls and everywhere in between with light touches before getting more serious.

  He cupped his hand around his cock like a sheath and went quickly up and down. He could feel moisture when he came back up to his tip.

  Her hand would feel better.

  She’d tighten around him and tug so gently. So elegantly. Until she would stretch him out in her hand and quicken the pace.

  Her other hand would dip down and cup his balls tightly, even as her first hand moved on him faster and faster.

  She’d take him to the brink and then back off.

  Her face would gleam as she looked down on him. Her eyes would sparkle with the passion of a thousand stars. Her throaty voice would ask what he liked and what he didn’t. She’d concentrate on what he liked. On what made his cock leak.

  Her mouth would descend to follow her hand and take him sweetly into that warm, wet, repository.

  She’d slide her tongue around him as her mouth took him in then let him slide expertly out, without catching him on any teeth.

  She’d suckle…

  The jerking of his cock and spurting of his come caught him by surprise. He quickened his efforts until his body stopped shaking. He hadn’t expected that to happen so quickly. Usually he took a while.

  Afterward, he released his cock and lay there limp under the bed covers. His body was coated in sweat but that wasn’t helping him to cool down.

  He still couldn’t stop thinking about her but maybe now he could get some sleep so he could face whatever she threw at him tomorrow.

  * * * *

  Anna Marie held her head
in her hands as she sat at her desk. Her stomach churned and had since last night.

  What was she thinking?

  Her mind wouldn’t shift gears from the kiss and grope that she’d let Baxter have. It had weighed on her mind enough that she’d dreamed about him. Dreamed about the Code Monkey and kissing him. Bad enough she’d let him kiss her in the first place, but the worst part was…

  She’d enjoyed it.

  His kiss had felt good. His hand had felt better. She’d lost herself to his embrace and had been willing to let him go further until she’d come to her senses in a moment of pure panic.

  She ran her hand down her face. Shouldn’t be touching it because it would probably result in a breakout of zits from the oils on her fingers. Yeah, that would be nice for tonight’s gaming adventure. The one where she was going into his lair. To collect secrets about him. Like some comic book super-heroine.

  She’d been trying to find out information about Baxter and the secrets that Bob said he was stealing. Going to his apartment was the best way to locate that information. Instead of feeling confident about what she was doing, she had mixed messages that were confusing her. Baxter’s diatribe about stealing was absolutely puzzling, considering what she was after him for. Not to mention, Baxter seemed to be such a nice guy, not who she would picture embroiled in computer espionage.

  She liked him. A lot.

  Which was not good. Not good at all and not just because of what she was supposed to do with him.

  How was she supposed to bust someone that she liked? Not to mention, she didn’t have room in her life to “like” anyone right now. She had goals and didn’t want a relationship to get in the way of those goals.

  Yet both doors had been opened, they couldn’t be slammed closed without cause, and she wasn’t sure what to do with the information she’d gained. She couldn’t process it fast enough. Maybe she needed a speedier processor like her computer did. Or maybe she needed more of whatever memory increased your computer’s speed.

  Or maybe she needed to talk to Bob again.

  Her head came up from her hands. Yes, that was it. Maybe Bob was wrong about who was doing this. Stranger things had happened. Look at her enjoying Baxter’s company. Not anything she would have suspected before spending time with him. Maybe someone was even trying to implicate Baxter in their place. Maybe they were trying to put suspicion on him to keep the trail from them.

  Happened all the time on cop shows. Not that she’d watched too many of them, but she’d seen a couple.

  Yes, she needed to talk to the man that had sent her on this witch hunt.

  She leaped to her feet and almost ran to Bob’s office. She stood timidly in front of his secretary’s desk until the dragonlike woman finally looked up at her.

  “Yes?” The woman bared teeth like a pit-bull. She took her job as guardian of Bob’s office a little too literally.

  Anna Marie couldn’t remember her name so she plunged ahead with the request. “I’d like to see Mr. Minor.”

  If there had ever been a look down a nose, now that was one. Could she even see past the tip? “In reference to…”

  “He’ll know. I needed to discuss something with him. As soon as possible.”

  The woman picked up the phone and buzzed into Bob’s office. “Anna is here to see you.” Anna Marie couldn’t help but notice the woman only used her first name, no one called her Anna. And politeness would have dictated the use of her last name. “Anna Marie. Yes. She says you’ll know what it’s about. Yes. She says she needs to talk to you. Immediately.” With a click, the woman hung up the phone. “He’ll see you now. I’ll be holding his calls.” The woman motioned with a smirk for Anna Marie to go in.

  Anna Marie scrambled into Bob’s office, hearing the door click behind her, feeling slightly like she might just throw up.

  He sat at his desk watching her walk across his floor with eyes a little too like a weasel’s and rose when she reached his desk. “Hello, Anna Marie. You’ve had headway? Already? I knew I could count on you.”

  She pasted a smile on her face. “Actually I came to talk to you. I need to talk to you.” She wrung her hands in front of her and sat down in the chair in front of his desk. She was struck again by its comfort and how different it was from the rest of the chairs in the office. Yes, it must be nice to be the boss. Even more reason to move up in the company.

  He sat down, too, and kept his gaze on her face with an occasional glance down at her breasts, making her uncomfortable. “Go on.”

  She crossed her arms in front of her chest. She’d become quite adept at trying to hide them when she’d first started developing and became even more adept with every boyfriend her mom brought home. “Are you sure Baxter Savage is responsible for these leaks?” Maybe he would say no and that it had been a big mistake. He’d still honor his part of the bargain (a fantasy but a good one for her) and she could leave Baxter alone from now on. She had to leave him alone. He got into spaces in her she didn’t even know were empty. She didn’t need that. Not with her future planned that didn’t include a relationship for a long time, maybe even never.

  “Why do you ask that?” Bob’s lip drew up into a frown as though he’d tasted something distasteful.

  “He just doesn’t seem like the type to me to do this. I’ve been spending time with him and he’s…just not that type.” She knew it sounded lame even as the words left her mouth. It sounded like a woman who might be developing feelings for her quarry even to her own ears so she could just imagine what it sounded like to Bob. This wasn’t the way she wanted to come across.

  “Hmmm. Has he talked to you about something? About leaks of information? He will do anything to disguise his trail, including try to throw suspicion elsewhere. Probably at me. If he suspects you…”

  Why would Baxter try and implicate Bob? How could he? “He doesn’t suspect. He hasn’t said anything to me about the leaks. But I was thinking. He just doesn’t seem the type to steal. And maybe someone else is setting him up to take a fall so that they don’t get caught. I mean have you looked at anyone else?” Her hands tensed on her arms as she kept them in front of her as she always did when she questioned. With her mother or any of the boyfriends, she’d never known if she’d get an answer or a slap.

  “It is Baxter doing these things.” Bob’s voiced words sounded finite and sure of himself. “I’m positive.”

  Not what she was hoping to hear. “But you don’t have proof. I mean, if you did you wouldn’t need me, would you? If you…”

  “Anna Marie.” His voice was commanding and decisive, unlike her wandering inflections that went no where.

  She stopped blathering. Idiot. She’d acted like an idiot as soon as she’d crossed his threshold. She needed to pull herself together before she destroyed any hope of ever moving up in this company whether from this assignment or other ways.

  “I have some evidence that the leaks are from him.” He shook his head as though disappointed. His tone became reproachful. “I wouldn’t have asked you to do this otherwise. Wouldn’t anyone to do something without cause. But I don’t have enough to submit, nor is my evidence…well, let’s just say it’s not admissible. I didn’t gather it in an up and up fashion. That’s why I needed you.” He leaned forward over the desk. “I need you, Anna Marie. I need you to collect evidence that he’s stealing our secrets. Find something, a file, a monitor, anything that we can use against him.” He seemed so earnest. Almost too earnest, like this was a performance.

  So much for this working out to exonerate Baxter. Bob was determined that Baxter was the one. “But sir…” She wasn’t even sure where she’d go in the argument. What could she possibly say to change his mind? Her only reasoning for Baxter not being the secret seller was a feeling in her gut.

  Bob sat back in his chair with a dismissive air. “If you don’t think you can do this, say the word. I’ll find someone else. Someone else will get the promotion that’s already set up for you. My superiors were quite thrilled
to find out about your ambition. We were discussing putting you in charge of some administration duties. Your own cubicle.”

  She wanted to hide under the desk or close her eyes and be back home again, not that she’d ever had one. His superiors had been thrilled. How nice. How many people knew about her undercover assignment? A promotion. Not more playing phone monkey. Maybe even getting up in the ranks enough, her degree would come in handy and move her up further. Her own cubicle. She had a price and that was it. “No. You can count on me.” She felt like a traitor saying it. But he’d said he had evidence against Baxter. Real evidence that Baxter was the one dealing in secrets. For all his pretty words, Baxter had betrayed her first by stealing.

  “Good.” Bob picked up several papers. “I’m rather busy so you can see yourself out. By the way…” He seemed to glance around. “…if you see a file labeled ‘highball’ that will help us get him. You can copy it onto a flash drive. It will be on his computer. You do know what a flash drive is?”

  Her lips clamped together. She caught the undertone in his words, that she was stupid. “Yes. Yes, I do.” Like she wouldn’t know what one of those was. She might not be a code monkey but she did know something about computers. She’d fooled Baxter with the virus attempt. Bob had a condescending air about him that made her want to go out and get evidence on Baxter right now just to take that look away from Bob.

  “Fine. Goodbye. Don’t come back until you have evidence.” A real dismissal that spoke more than words and said, “Get out and don’t come back until you’re done.”

  She walked from his office without a glance back or a look at the dragon guarding him. Baxter was guilty. Her stomach sunk to her ankles, or at least it felt like that. How could Baxter do this to her? Yes, it felt like it was to her.

  But Bob’s superiors had been excited, at least that was something positive to come from the mess that was her life.

  Wait a minute.

  When he’d first assigned her this mission, Bob had said no one could know about it. Not even higher ups, and she’d gotten the impression it was all a secret that he was doing this. So which was it? Had he kept it a secret or told the powers that be about the mission he’d sent her on?