She frowned and wrinkled her forehead. “What debt?”
After hiking one of the duffle bag straps onto my shoulder, I trailed a finger down her cheek. “My next on-demand blow job.”
She widened her eyes before pushing me away. “Not here. No way.” She shook her head.
“You’re right. The elevator’s not where I imagined you taking me into your mouth, anyway. Your office is where I want to see you on your knees.”
“Luke, get outta here,” she said, laughing, pushing me away when I pressed against her.
The elevator dinged and I exited behind her to follow. The view from behind her was a sight for sore fucking eyes as she strutted down the hall in the direction of the glass door that read “ParaSquad” in black letters.
She held the door open for me.
“Where’s your office?” I glanced around the darkened lobby.
“Not happening,” she said side-stepping me and starting for the hallway to the left.
We came to a door, which she used a key to open. I recognized it as a closet space for the medical supplies the company kept on hand. Placing both bags down on the floor, I moved to one of the shelves.
“Show me what you know, Mr. Iwas once a paramedic,” Syd challenged.
“You think I don’t know my shit?”
“It’s been a long time since you were in college.”
I grinned and shook my head, pointing at the tubes that were placed in a yellow bin. “Tubes for oxygen masks.” I pointed to the next bin. “Bandage scissors. Don’t look like much, but they’re the best thing when you need to quickly cut through gauze and shit.” I pointed to the next bin. “Endotracheal tubes. Your employees better be the real deal if they’re using endotracheal tubes. At the very least you could be sued if they don’t know what they’re doing and worst-case scenario, you could end up in jail if shit goes left.
“Resuscitator BVM. I’ve still got an old one of them lying around my place somewhere,” I said as I pointed at one of the bins behind her. “It’s the same mask I used on a teenage girl who’d lost consciousness after drinking too much one night. She lived. Kept the mask as a reminder since I quit a few weeks later.”
I dropped my hand to my side as I stared at Syd.
She turned from looking over her shoulder. “So, you’re legit.”
“Guess so.” I stepped closer, crowding her in the little space she had between the metal shelves that held all the medical supplies. Raising my hands, I wrap my fingers around her hands and trap them between my body and the shelves.
“Now about that blow job.”
“Luke, this is my job.”
“And?” Letting go of one of her hands, I bring my hand to her throat, clutching it, not tightly, but enough that Syd’s eyes sparked with arousal. My dick jumped against the zipper of my jeans. I pulled her to me by the throat and kissed her harshly.
The kiss pulled a moan from her lips and she lifted on her tiptoes, her body begging for more. My cock twitched again.
A surge of need pulsed through me. I swear every time we kissed or fucked, I wanted more of her. After those six weeks in San Diego, her ass was lucky I didn’t chain her to my damn bed. Somehow, I managed to get through training day after day without bending her over in the middle of my gym, but shit, I only had so much restraint in me. Her office would be the perfect place to get relief from the ache in my pants.
“Wait, wait,” she panted, pulling back, moving her hands to cup my face.
“The hell?” I growled.
She smirked.
Again, my cock responded to her.
“We can’t have sex in my office, and we need to talk.”
“How about we fuck first?” I dipped my head for another kiss, and she pulled back laughing.
“Luke, I’m serious. Not here.”
