Stripped Bare by Susan Mac Nicol Page B

things. But I hate to tell you, there are no bloody aliens out there.” He smiled. “I’ve been doing this since I was a kid, found I had a talent for it and did a whole load of courses and certifications.” He shrugged. “It’s a good living doing something I love.”
    Matthew chuckled and nodded. Now that he’d shared some of his burden about Sam, he felt a lot more relaxed. “Sam had a case once which hinged around criminal activity in hacking. We used to talk about it. He was helping prosecute a young man who was a cracker, who’d gained access to a major bank group and defrauded them of over three million pounds. I learnt quite a bit about it then. I helped him research it.” He looked at Shane. “Are you good at it then?”
    Shane smiled, looking as if the fact Matthew knew something about what he did was quite a turn-on. “Yup, I’m one of the best, baby. Backdoor at your service. Bushwhacker and I are legends in there.” He waved toward his laptop.
    Matthew almost swallowed his tongue. “ Backdoor ?” he gasped. “Really, that’s your online name?”
    Shane grinned. “You know it. A bit of the old double entendre. Backdoor as in going through a system arse about tits and of course,” he winked cheekily, “there’s the other bit as well.”
    Matthew chuckled. “God, you are incorrigible. I thought I’d heard everything when I learnt about your bloody computer and the fact he had a name. I’m going to have my hands full with you, aren’t I?”
    Shane leaned forward and trailed his lips across Matthew’s. He looked pleased at Matthew’s words, a faint smile on his face.
    “I’m counting on it. In so many ways, Mr. Langer.”
    Matthew groaned. Five minutes later after some fairly intense lip activity and lots of nuzzling Matthew was feeling much better. God knows how he was going to make it back to the office without poking everyone on the tube with his raging hard-on, but he’d have to manage it.
    “I really need to get back to work,” he said as he lay cuddled against Shane’s side. “I called and told them I’d work later to make up for the time. But I don’t want to take advantage of them. I really like working there.”
    Shane kissed the top of his head. “Fine. You go back and do your lawyerly stuff. Maybe we can get together on the weekend and really get to know each other better.” He stroked Matthew’s cheek softly. “But before you go…”
    “Shane, what the hell are you doing?” Matthew gasped as Shane’s hands reached inside his now miraculously open trousers and grasped him firmly.
    “Make-up sex,” he said huskily as he bent over Matthew’s lap. “Always the best kind. I can’t have you going back to your prissy law firm with something like this. It would be such a bloody waste.”
     
    Shane stood at the window and watched as Matthew made his way across the busy street to the tube to return to work. The raging emptiness inside Shane that had been there since last night had been immediately assuaged by the sight of the other man standing, pale and looking like shit, on his doorstep. The earlier phone call had simply caught Shane at a bad time. He’d been feeling pretty miffed about the whole sorry event of last night. But seeing the man in person, knowing that he’d got guts to do that for him, knock on his door not knowing what to expect—that had been different.
    He’d liked the fact that Matthew thought he was “going to have his hands full with him.” In his book that implied a longer-term relationship than he’d thought Matthew had wanted.
    Shane had always been a nurturer. His mother had used to say that if Shane saw something broken he’d want to fix it. Unfortunately, that seemed to extend to humans as well. And Matthew Langer, sexy, tortured, and great tasting, was someone he wanted to repair. Shane had sent Matthew on his way after relieving his pressure with a quick blow job. Matthew had promised to call him tonight after work. Perhaps there