Kieran let out a careful breath. Internally, his body was beginning to react. Heat and tension started to simmer.
“So, as I said, I asked around to some of the other officials, who found it just as odd,” Fulton continued and Kieran offered a brief nod of understanding before returning his gaze to Sera. Her skirt was now hiked to her waist, her knees demurely touching, until she began to slowly ease them apart.
Kieran hid his growl in a cough, earning a hearty clap on the back from Fulton.Was she insane? This was too far, even for her, anyone might walk by and—
She drew her fingers up her thigh, stopped, then down again, then up—higher this time—and down.
Slow breath.Sixty-five. Sixty-four.
“Are you alright, sir?”
Kieran could only nod silently. Any attempt at words would have been embarrassing. She was cheating. This was a flagrant violation of the limitations of the Game.
But then, Sera had lost their last two rounds, and she was desperate for a win.
Desperate and ready to play. Her hands drew up the glistening heat between her thighs, slow sweeping motions holding his rapt and undivided attention. He was incredibly aroused. Fully hard and seconds from admitting defeat.
“North? You don’t look well.”
Kieran, in fact, was not well. His eyes followed Sera’s hands with predatory focus. His mind reduced to the barest imitation of thought.
Kieran was only dimly aware of Fulton’s presence now, the man’s attempts at conversation evaporating into the blazing heat generated by his rampant pulse. Sera removed her hand todraw her tongue up two of her fingers before taking them deep into her mouth, and even at this distance, he could hear her moan.
Fulton frowned, like he had heard but not understood what to make of the sound. The intimacy of it at war with the public and professional location.
Damn it, Sera.Fulton could turn around any second. And while Kieran found their little Game exciting and just as stimulating as her, he drew the line at allowing his co-worker so much as a single glance.
But he had resisted so far. He was still in play. He had given no obvious reaction, and he had not ended his conversation with Fulton—they had agreed, if desire grew strong enough that they removed themselves from the situation, that counted as a loss—she had played an excellent round, but Kieran was still more practiced, still better at—
She pulled her fingers from her lips, a gentle popping sound following the motion, and locked eyes with him as she boldly plunged into her own waiting heat.
He would take the loss.
“North?” Fulton asked again. His tone betrayed his confusion, but Kieran was already rushing past him.
“Forgive me, my attention is demanded elsewhere.”
“But—”
Kieran slammed the door behind him before Fulton could turn around. He lost this round and he intended to make sure his wife reaped the full rewards of her victory, however unfairly earned.
—
Jeremiah Fulton blinked, gaze focused on North’s closed office door. He scratched his head. “What the Infernal just happened?”
Willa Shen stopped in her walk, having caught the tail end of the interaction. She sighed. “Oh, it’s not you, don’t worry.”
“But what was that?”
“Kieran and his wife have this weird sex thing. We all just pretend we don’t notice.”
Fulton’s cheeks burned red. “Excuse me, what?”
Willa shrugged. “Sera Blair, our lead city planner? She’s his wife and they do this weird thing where they get off trying to turn each other on while the other has to resist it. I think it’s bonus points if they’re observed, like you having a conversation with Kieran just now.” She said this so casually, without an air of disturbance at the depravity of such an insinuation. Of course, he had heard of the pair. The first mixed race union in the upper class, but this many years later it was hardly unprecedented anymore.
“And no one questions this? Atwork?”
“Look, North is the most productive person here, no one can fault his work ethic, and, honestly, he could use the break.”
