CHAPTER 43
ELIJAH
As promised, I knock on Pen’s office door at six o’clock. She throws it open and invites me in. I close it behind me before grabbing her hand and spinning her around, pinning her against the wall. Our lips and tongues clash, her response telling me exactly how pleased she is to see me.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” I mutter close to her lips, unable to keep the grin off my face.
To say she’s had me distracted is an understatement.
“I’ve been wanting you to,” she admits, her hand coming up and playing with the material of my shirt, our lower bodies pressed tightly together. “I’ve been having quite a few flashbacks. Not sure whether my brain is making it up or whether it really happened. But it’s left me hot and wet.”
She practically purrs the last words, and I’m instantly hard.
I press my cock against her, showing her exactly how affected I am, before moaning against her mouth.
“I think I need to check you’re telling me the truth,” I say.
I slide my hand down and find the button of her trousers, flicking it open before lowering the zipper. I slide my hand into her panties and through the wet, swollen folds of her pussy.
I take her ear lobe between my teeth and bite down gently, being careful with the metal she wears in each lobe. Her hips press into mine.
I groan against her ear as my fingers begin to explore and spread the evidence of her desire.
“God, Pen,” I say.
She parts her legs and closes her eyes in ecstasy as I find and tease her entrance and clit with my fingers.
She moans quietly and grips my shirt.
“You weren’t lying,” I say, gliding my fingers backwards and forwards over her swollen flesh.
She drops her head back with a thump against the wall.
“Fuck,” she mumbles, spreading her legs wider, allowing me better access.
I slide my finger into her weeping body. It goes in easily and I curl it forward against that magical and so responsive spot.
I slam my mouth down on Pen’s, swallowing her moan before withdrawing my fingers.
I pull them away, bringing them to my lips.
I suck down, drinking in her flavour.
Her eyes darken further as she watches me lick my fingers clean.
When I’m done, I zip her back up and redo her button.
“We may need a re-run. Put your mind at rest. I’d hate to disappoint. Maybe if there’s something you want to try.”
I watch her throat bob at my words, her tongue snaking out to moisten her lips.
I swallow. My body now uncomfortably hard. We’re going to need to get out of here, or I’m going to have Pen bent over her desk as I take her from behind.
The thought has me biting down on a groan as my eyes wander to her desk.
Her eyes follow mine.
“You need feeding first,” I say. “When did you last eat?”
