Lucian lifted me onto the desk and wedged himself between my legs.Behind him, a chest-high long shelf divided half the room.It seemed like an odd placement.
I pushed him back to arm’s length.“Baby, you can’t kiss my body with that onion breath.Someone might catch a whiff and figure it out.”
His hooded eyes and sharp canines were an erotic visual that made me lose my train of thought.
Lucian stepped back and unbuckled his belt.With a hard jerk, he yanked it out from the belt loops.The leather cracked and knocked over a glass sitting on top of the desk.With a look of irritation, he flung the belt in the other direction, and the buckle broke one of his monitors.
It should have been funny, but his feral desperation was too hot.
After sliding off the desk, I drifted to the other side of the shelf and stared slack-jawed at the mattress on the floor.“You sleep in here?I thought it was your surveillance room.”
Lucian eased up behind me and traced his fingers down my body.“I don’t need much.”
“You need a breath mint.Why do you eat raw onions like a snack?”
“Imagine if you could smell everyone’s anxiety, lust, fear, anger, jealousy, and excitement all mixed up.”He softly caressed my belly.“Clubs all smell the same, so I can handle it fine.But a peace party is like the Fourth of July in my nose.”
I’d never thought about that before.“Sothat’swhy Chitahs are always chewing on mints at parties or excusing themselves for some fresh air.Is that the real reason you eat onions, or are you trying to scare me away?”
“You made the no-kissing rule, so it doesn’t matter.”His hands slid up my dress until they rested on my bare thighs.“I need you, female.”
A coil of desire tightened in my belly.
Suddenly another fragrance swirled in the air—a subtle but heady scent mixed with a hint of cinnamon.I breathed in.“Something smells wonderful in here.What cologne is that?”
Lucian slipped his hand inside my panties.I leaned against him while he circled his arm around my waist and tortured me with featherlight strokes.
Did he do this with other women?Was he as passionate and attentive?
Lucian pulled my panties down.
I discreetly kicked them aside before facing him.“I’ve been missing your touch but didn’t want to push things.”
He placed his lips on the shell of my ear.“Push.”
When he ran his palm up to my waist, I slowly unfastened his pants.
Lucian growled low while I stroked the head of his shaft, the warm skin stretched hard.
I kept the strokes teasingly soft.“You’re ready for me.Aren’t you, baby?You missed my touch.”
“Where do you want it?The desk or the bed?”
“We have to be quick before they come looking for us.”I bent down and sucked on the tip of his cock, then delivered a seductive glance as I prowled onto his mattress and got on all fours.I swung my hips side to side.“Are you waiting for an invitation?”
Lucian fell on his knees, lifted my dress, and stroked my slick opening with his shaft.My inner animal roared as I waited for my lover to take me hard and fast.
With one hand braced on my back, Lucian slowly entered me.
I rocked back and forth, grinding into him.He grunted, barely holding on to my hips as I took charge.When I moaned, he seized my hips and pounded into me with feverish urgency.
Everything about this encounter felt forbidden.I was the upstanding Councilwoman who always maintained a professional attitude, not someone people would expect to be sneaking off into a bedroom at a peace party to fuck my secret lover.
My orgasm rushed toward me like a car on a racetrack, fast approaching the finish line.
Lucian rocked faster and faster until I became dizzy with need.
I clawed the pillow, the slick heat building between us.Had he flipped his switch and let his animal take over?
