“Picture me on my knees in your office.” The words were whispered so quietly as to be nearly inaudible, but James retreated, squirming. The next time he reappeared, I breathed, “Fuck, I bet you taste good.” He left so quickly that I half wondered if he used his super speed. Even Dani noticed, eyeing me suspiciously, and I gave her a salacious wink.
Half hard the whole time, my shift seemed endless. I’d think hours passed, only to check the time and find that it’d only been a few minutes. I loved my job, but I wanted to be in a bed somewhere—I didn’t care where—wrapped up in James. I was fullyaroused and practically dancing in place by the time we closed and finished cleaning. When Dani grabbed her bag and said, “Go get your man,” I didn’t need to be told twice.
I hovered long enough to make sure she got to her car, then raced back to James’s office. He was right where I wanted him: sitting at his desk, reclining in his chair. Without checking, I knew his legs would be spread underneath the desk, which was right where I wanted to be. He didn’t look up from his laptop as he rumbled in a low, deep growl, “Get. Over. Here.”
I pounced.
He slammed his laptop shut, pushing back from the desk. I straddled his chair, jeans stretched tight over my hips. “I have something to ask you.”
“Later.” I hovered over him, but he snarled and yanked my hips down to meet his. “You’re no match for me, human,” he muttered into my neck.
Things moved quickly. He latched onto his mark, deepening the bruise. My hips started to move, grinding into his with each pass of his tongue over my skin. I tipped my head back, giving him more access as I felt his fangs expand and tickle my skin. I tightened my arms around his shoulders. Knowing what he wanted, I gave him a simple, “Yes.”
His fangs pierced me for the second time that day, and my fingertips dug into his skin. I leaned into the high that followed, resting my temple against his as my head swam. He didn’t drink as deeply as last time, only taking one long pull before he released me.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I whispered. I swayed unsteadily on his lap.
“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing my sweat-drenched hair away from my face.
“Mm-hmm.” I kissed him, tasting the faint hint of copper lingering on his tongue. I managed to lower myself to thefloor without collapsing. My hands fumbled at his belt buckle, working the leather free before undoing his jeans. He lifted enough for me to pull them down his thighs.
“You aresogorgeous on your knees, love.”
My cock twitched behind the constricting denim. Still feeling high from his bite, I tugged his boxers down and freed his erection. I licked my lips as it sprang into my hand, earning a curse from my vampire.
Myvampire. Mine. Panic threatened to push through the buzz, but I tamped it down. There would be time to examine those feelings later. Right now, I wanted only to please him.
James shuddered as my hand slid down his shaft, his eyes fluttering shut and head dropping back. My thumb swiped away the clear liquid leaking from his slit. I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked it off.
I moaned at the taste, panting, “May I?”
“You’d better,” he said, gently urging my head forward.
I angled his shaft toward my mouth. My tongue swept over his tip, and I couldn’t wait anymore. I sucked him as deeply as I could, chasing my hand. James guided me with the hand in my hair, tugging me back as I gagged.
“Easy, love,” James coached. “You’re doing great.”
I hummed and settled into a steady pace as he talked in a low, husky voice that drove me wild. He alternated between praise and guidance as I worked him down. When I finally took his entire length to the back of my throat, my hands flew to my own belt. I had my pants undone in record time, moaning as I was finally able to touch myself.
“Fuck, Ryder. You’re not making this easy for me. You look incredible.”
I pulled back, swirling my tongue around his tip and soaking in every drop of his taste. James bucked his hips, pushing his dick farther down my throat. I coughed, which sent himplummeting over the edge. I backed off slightly, and the first drops of his release hit my tongue—and they tastedsweet. My hand worked feverishly, my orgasm building as I drained his out of him. I moaned, sucking harder. He tasted so damn good—like honey. I couldn’t get enough. James fisted my hair, pulling me away as he grew too sensitive to take anymore, but my hand didn’t stop pumping. I bounced on my heels, pushing my hips through my fist and chasing my own climax.
James zipped his jeans back up, then leaned forward and captured my mouth. I whined as he punctured my lip with his fangs, drawing the smallest amount of blood—just enough to extend the high.
“Give it to me, beautiful,” he ordered. “Come for me.”
I couldn’t have disobeyed him if I wanted to. I shouted as the knot in my stomach released, come spilling over my hand and dripping to the floor. I bit my lip to keep from crying out while I waited for my pulse to level off and my head to stop swimming. James combed his fingers through my hair, pressing sweet kisses to my cheeks, temples, and hairline. He was whispering, and once my head cleared, I could make out what he was saying.
“… did such a good job, Ryder. And you looked fucking breathtaking while you were doing it.”
Realization flooded me, and my flushed cheeks deepened further. “Damn it,” I muttered.
“What’s wrong?” James asked, a knowing smile teasing the corner of his mouth.
“I have a fucking praise kink.”
James laughed, stamping another kiss to my forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up and out of here. I still have work to finish.” He cupped my jaw in his hand. “What were you going to ask me?”
