“Ah,” I said slowly. “Less kink-shame, and more kink-wonder-why?”
“Exactly.” My nameless omega beauty huffed. “What if we don’t say anything? If no one saw us leave, and no one sees us come back together, then we should be free and clear, right? We can pretend we’re strangers if they ever introduce us.”
I held back my flinch. I didn’t want her to know how much it cut that she would consider that option. If that was what she needed, I wasn’t going to be an asshole and refuse. Much as I craved exploring this connection, I simply couldn’t keep someone who didn’t want to be kept. That was my fault for not checking expectations. Not that I had been on the lookout for someone to keep; I’d just hoped she wouldn’t be so eager to distance herself from me.
If that’s what was going to happen, I might as well make the most of it.
“There’s still a couple more hours of the party,” I said softly. “If the damage is already done, there should be no harm indulging a little longer.”
She blinked up at me, chewing her lip. “Meaning?”
“Meaning, I think before you go back down there, you deserve to get eaten out on the big boss’s desk.”
Her laugh was swallowed up by a kiss she pulled me into. “I think you might be right.”
Chapter 10
Clover
He was a talker when he was knot-deep. Luckily, he was also easily distracted, and I was able to head off inquiries into my identity with a makeout sesh. It would be a lot easier to make everyone else think we were strangers if we didn’t know too much about each other. I did have an advantage, though, and I was absolutely going to Internet stalk this man for my own enjoyment. I’d find him easily enough when searching the company, and I wasn’t about to forget those green eyes anytime soon.
Sweat prickled my temples, my whole body feeling like I was in a sauna. He smelled fucking delicious, like the earth after rain. Petrichor suited him. Just like in nature, it was the promise that someone was going to get very wet.
Blessedly, that someone was me. I was pouring slick like a damn fountain.
Why did he have to be who he was? I really should’ve gotten Car Cutie’s name. At least I knew he wasn’t the boss of any of my friends and that he could get me off. Those were two very important qualifiers in a potential partner. Unfortunately, this gorgeous specimen between my thighs only met one of them.
Keeping this one hidden was a bit of a relief. He was my own little secret, and I intended for him to stay that way. I couldn’t be rolling around with the pack’s boss. They already put up with a lot having me live on their property, and I didn’t imagine anyone would be happy about this particular turn of events.
Boss Man and I made the relatively seamless transfer from bathroom to desk, where he spread me across the smooth wood. I tugged down the straps of my dress and wedged my strapless bra down to my waist.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispered as he bent over, scooping my tits with his hands, looking torn between the multitude of options before him.
“You can haveonemotorboat to get it out of your system,” I offered.
His laugh was fucking cute. He didn’t go for a full motorboat, but he did press his face against them with a groan. “Why are you so fucking soft everywhere?” The words came out muffled, and I couldn’t help grinning, my omega instincts far too pleased at how jazzed he was to touch me.
Before I could formulate any sort of response, he turned and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I arched off the desk with a whimper. I loved a man who put some focus on the titty. A lot of them were so damn concerned with getting their dick wet that they put all their attention on the kitty, but dammit, I was a greedy bitch who wanted everything attended to.
He swept his hands over my exposed skin, the possessive grip when he found a spot he liked—he was a big fan of the love handles—only making me more needy. I had a lot of squish to my body, and that wasn’t to everyone’s taste, but the men who loved it,reallyloved it. This one at least fully recognized what he had in his hands.
My last encounter had been so quick, and I’d expected this one to be as well, but I also wasn’t about to turn down a little worship.
“Please tell me your name,” he murmured against my skin.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, trying to collect my thoughts while he was busy sending bolts of electricity through me with his tongue. “What are you going to do with that information?”
He kissed his way up my throat, his breath hot on my ear. “Maybe I want something to moan in the future when I’m reduced to fucking my own fist and remembering this moment.”
A shiver rolled through me, and my eyes fully crossed when he wedged his fingers between us to tease my clit before returning to sucking my soul out through my titty. If he was trying to do his best to make me rethink the strangers angle and repeat this occasion, he was definitely doing a good job.
I dug my nails into his scalp to steady myself. “Clover.”
“Good girl. You want something to scream?”
Oh, he was dangerous.
“Maybe.”
