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There was no way he was going to survive this.
Taking a deep breath, Connor heaved himself up off the dock and took his ass home.
“Hey, Starks—what’s the E.T.A. on finishing that shopping cart?”
Connor looked up from his screen. Lines of code were stretched across it. The same lines he’d been staring at for the last hour. His boss, Mark, hovered above the partition that separated Connor’s desk from the rest of the office, waiting for a reply.
Connor cleared his throat. “Almost done. I’ll upload it to the test server before noon.”
It was Independence Day, and they were closing up shop early. He only had an hour left before everyone took off. He should have been done this morning, but he kept getting distracted.
Mark tossed an apple into the air. They were Linux users, yet Mark brought the shiny fruit to work almost every day, eating it as he went through their invoices, as if the act in itself was a rebellion. It was part of why Connor fit in here—they were their own sort of dissenters, promoting universal access and redistribution of a product’s source code as opposed to the proprietary software that the giant companies like Apple used.
Mark caught the apple and grinned. “Good deal.”
Connor ducked his head and refocused on his work. There was no excuse for him being this late on a project, but he’d been thinking about Gabby nonstop since the night before, despite resorting to his hand and some lube when he got home. And again in the shower this morning.
His mind was in a constant loop, remembering how she’d responded to him, the way she’d whimpered in surrender when he barked out a command, and then the look in her eyes when she tried to unbutton his jeans. He couldn’t get a read on her. Was Gabby the kind of girl who would want to be in charge, or would she wait for him to take the lead? What kinds of noises would she make once he got her somewhere private and stripped off her clothes and glasses?
God, those glasses. He’d hoped she’d take them off, curious to know what she looked like without them, but they’d remained prim and proper on her nose and that had made everything they did seem even naughtier.
Would she want to keep them on while they did it too?
Fuck, that would be hot.
Connor closed his eyes and sucked back a grunt. He had to stop thinking like that. Damn it, this was why he hadn’t gotten a fucking thing done all morning. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this messed up over a girl.
Redoubling his efforts, he stared at his screen again. If he could just concentrate, he could finish this shit in a half hour. It wasn’t hard—for some reason coding came easy to him.
It had been Dean’s dad who wanted a website for his auto body business a few years back. Figuring it couldn’t be too difficult, Connor parked himself in front of Dean’s computer and threw something together after a couple of hours of research. The day the site went live, Dean’s dad got seven more jobs alone. Mikey’s dad was next, wanting more clients for his landscaping company than he could reach within the confines of local advertising. A month after Connor built that site, their client base tripled. Since then, they’d expanded as far north as Yarmouth and far enough south to have some jobs along the New Hampshire border.
Connor’s grandparents had seen promise there and encouraged him to enroll in the Computer Science program at SMCC, if he could work enough to pay his way through. By the time he started his classes, he realized he knew more than most of his professors. He never thought he’d actually be able to build a career on it, but he liked the way it challenged his thinking. And it always amazed him what he could do with a computer, what he could build with nothing more than a keyboard and his brain. Everything else in life cost too much money for any hope of achievement. In programming, all you needed was a seven-dollar-a-month hosting account and
There was no way he was going to survive this.
Taking a deep breath, Connor heaved himself up off the dock and took his ass home.
“Hey, Starks—what’s the E.T.A. on finishing that shopping cart?”
Connor looked up from his screen. Lines of code were stretched across it. The same lines he’d been staring at for the last hour. His boss, Mark, hovered above the partition that separated Connor’s desk from the rest of the office, waiting for a reply.
Connor cleared his throat. “Almost done. I’ll upload it to the test server before noon.”
It was Independence Day, and they were closing up shop early. He only had an hour left before everyone took off. He should have been done this morning, but he kept getting distracted.
Mark tossed an apple into the air. They were Linux users, yet Mark brought the shiny fruit to work almost every day, eating it as he went through their invoices, as if the act in itself was a rebellion. It was part of why Connor fit in here—they were their own sort of dissenters, promoting universal access and redistribution of a product’s source code as opposed to the proprietary software that the giant companies like Apple used.
Mark caught the apple and grinned. “Good deal.”
Connor ducked his head and refocused on his work. There was no excuse for him being this late on a project, but he’d been thinking about Gabby nonstop since the night before, despite resorting to his hand and some lube when he got home. And again in the shower this morning.
His mind was in a constant loop, remembering how she’d responded to him, the way she’d whimpered in surrender when he barked out a command, and then the look in her eyes when she tried to unbutton his jeans. He couldn’t get a read on her. Was Gabby the kind of girl who would want to be in charge, or would she wait for him to take the lead? What kinds of noises would she make once he got her somewhere private and stripped off her clothes and glasses?
God, those glasses. He’d hoped she’d take them off, curious to know what she looked like without them, but they’d remained prim and proper on her nose and that had made everything they did seem even naughtier.
Would she want to keep them on while they did it too?
Fuck, that would be hot.
Connor closed his eyes and sucked back a grunt. He had to stop thinking like that. Damn it, this was why he hadn’t gotten a fucking thing done all morning. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this messed up over a girl.
Redoubling his efforts, he stared at his screen again. If he could just concentrate, he could finish this shit in a half hour. It wasn’t hard—for some reason coding came easy to him.
It had been Dean’s dad who wanted a website for his auto body business a few years back. Figuring it couldn’t be too difficult, Connor parked himself in front of Dean’s computer and threw something together after a couple of hours of research. The day the site went live, Dean’s dad got seven more jobs alone. Mikey’s dad was next, wanting more clients for his landscaping company than he could reach within the confines of local advertising. A month after Connor built that site, their client base tripled. Since then, they’d expanded as far north as Yarmouth and far enough south to have some jobs along the New Hampshire border.
Connor’s grandparents had seen promise there and encouraged him to enroll in the Computer Science program at SMCC, if he could work enough to pay his way through. By the time he started his classes, he realized he knew more than most of his professors. He never thought he’d actually be able to build a career on it, but he liked the way it challenged his thinking. And it always amazed him what he could do with a computer, what he could build with nothing more than a keyboard and his brain. Everything else in life cost too much money for any hope of achievement. In programming, all you needed was a seven-dollar-a-month hosting account and
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