“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to touch you, from the moment we met.” Calder adds a second finger. “Having you here at my mercy.” He thrusts his fingers in and out of me with slippery ease, before he slides out to rub my clit. The amazing friction has me gushing. “Let’s hope no one else comes into the office.”
I whimper as he continues to fingerfuck me. Spreading my legs wider, I grip the desk for extra support, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to ground me and stop me from falling.
“Come for me, Kady,” Calder commands. “Hard and fast. All over my fingers. Drench me in your slick.”
His words make me tremble as his fingers fuck me with such vigor that a warmth burgeons in my core. My eyelids flutter closed as my body succumbs to the pleasure.
“Calder,” I whine. “We shouldn’t.”
I didn’t know what to expect my first day back at the office, but it definitely wasn’t having my boss’s fingers buried inside me.
“No.” His strokes become more aggressive. Demanding that I come undone. “We shouldn’t, but you’re still going to come for me.”
I grind against his hand, the flat of his palm massaging my clit and making me see stars before my orgasm hits. My pussy clenches down on his fingers, hugging them as slick flows from me. Calder growls when my perfume fills the room—my scent blockers are clearly no match for my level of arousal. His free hand jumps to my throat, applying gentle pressure as I come over his hand.
“That’s it, Kady.” Calder licks his lips. “Drown me.” The office echoes with our heavy breaths and the wet sound of his slick-coated fingers fucking me.
With a triumphant grin, Calder withdraws from my soaking panties. My pussy twitches as I watch him bring his fingers to his mouth, taking his time to lick them clean. I have to force myself to not grind against the desk as he groans in pleasure, his tongue trailing up and down them at a torturously slow pace.
My eyes stray to the massive tent in his pants. Fuck, watching him getting off from the taste of my slick has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. After what feels like forever, the sound of an opening door from the floor below jerks us back to reality.
I straighten, hastily yanking down my skirt before dashing to my purse to grab my emergency scent-neutralizer spray.
“What are you—” Calder’s sentence is cut off as he starts spluttering in response to my liberal misting around the room.
“Someone’s coming!” I hiss, spraying like a crazy woman.
He coughs as I douse the room in a smog of pine-scented freshness. I don’t know if it’ll completely cover the scent, but it should mask it enough.
Fuck, how many rules have we broken by doing this? This is the second time I’ve engaged in sexual activity on campus property with a member of the Valen Pack. I should have learned my lesson by now.
Seconds later, a loud banging sounds onTheValley Voiceoffice door. Calder ambles over to get it.
He’s practically pushed aside as a burst of red waltzes in like a streak of flames.
“Sabs?” I’m incredulous. I didn’t think she even knew whereTheValley Voiceoffice was. “What’re you doing here? How did you even get in?”
She pauses for a second to catch her breath, still wearing her tight black shorts and crop top from volleyball practice.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Her nostrils flare, obviously taking in the smell. At least she’s not one of the reporters! “But it’s an emergency… I saw Devon… He gave me his key card… I had to come fast.” Her words come at light speed, making it hard to pick apart what she’s saying. “Ran all the way… No golf cart… Larry… Gone!”
My post-orgasmic haze is instantly shattered.
“Do you know her?” Calder looks at Sabs like she’s out of her mind. “Is she okay?”
“She’s my housemate,” I explain. “Slow down, Sabs. What’s going on?”
“It’s Larry.” Her eyes are filled with worry. “He snuck out of the house after me. It’s my fault! I was too busy staring at my phone. I chased after him through the woods. He hid under a bush, so I held out a treat to try to lure him out, but he just darted off. He was so quick!”
“Larry, the ugly cat?” Calder seeks clarification.
Sabs and I both reply in unison, saying, “Yes!” and “He’s not ugly!”
I bite my lip in worry. The last time he escaped was at our summer house in the Hamptons. He curled up in a potting shed, not eating or drinking until we found him two days later. You’d think his natural ability to hunt and feed himself would have kicked in, but Larry’s an indoor cat who’s used to being pampered. At SVU, where wild geese roam around and golf carts speed around every corner, it’s a disaster waiting to happen when he’s so skittish.
What if something happens to him?
Larry’s been my constant through many tough times. I rescued him as a kitten. We found him eating out of a garbage can in New York when we were leaving through the back ofa restaurant to avoid paparazzi. Dad called him a fat mangy rat, but I pleaded with him to let me keep him. He was tiny, quickly nestling up in the crook of my arm. From the moment he cuddled up next to me, I knew he was mine. He may be getting old, but I’m not ready to lose him yet.
