“You want me to do your work for you?” I tsk. “You’re the editor, remember?”
“I thought you might want to keep your mind busy.”
“Sorry.” I rub my eyes. I’m acting like a bitch, and I know it. I huff as I sit down on his bed, crossing my legs. The sheets are surprisingly soft. When he sits next to me, the bed dips. “It’s been a stressful day. And week. And semester. I’m usually so put together.”
“No one can be put together all the time.” Calder grins. “Trust me, I try.”
I manage a small smile. “Thank you for your help today. I’m grateful. Truly. Without you, I don’t know what would have happened to Larry.”
His expression darkens, but he doesn’t voice whatever he’s thinking.
“He’s safe now.” Calder’s nostrils flex as he inhales deeply. “But the Blandon Pack is getting out of control.”
“Usually, I’d speak to my dad about it.” I look down at the carpet. “He can shut these situations down, but I don’t want him to know. It’s bad enough that I lied to him about them being my pack in the first place.” I wring my hands in my lap. “I shouldn’t be boring you with this. It’s not your problem.” I gesture at his desk. “If you have any assignments to do, don’t let me stop you.”
“Your problem is our problem.” Calder’s response surprises me. “I told you, we’ve got this. We need to be sure that you’re going to be safe, Kady.”
“Do you usually care about your reporter’s safety so much?”
“Of course.” His gaze lingers on my mouth, making my pulse quicken. He shakes his head like he’s trying to jostle some thoughts from his mind. “Besides, I owed you, remember? You saved my life, right? We’re even now.”
I smile. “I guess we are.”
The tension between us intensifies, the air becoming harder to breathe. I rub my lips together, and Calder watches. I squeeze my thighs together when his scent becomes richer, the apple notes crisper and sharper than normal.
“I should probably see how Larry is.”
“Yeah, you probably should.”
Neither of us moves, our bodies having other ideas. An invisible force seems to be drawing us closer together. He leans in first, letting me appreciate the gentle curve of his nose, the pronounced Cupid’s bow of his lips, and the slight dent on his chin before his lips are on mine.
There’s an urgent hunger to his kiss that spurs me on. I nip on his bottom lip, catching it gently between my teeth and pulling a sexy groan from him.
I shouldn’t be kissing my new boss, but we’ve both passed the point of caring about rules and professional boundaries.
All that matters is being closer, so I climb onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pressing my breasts against his hard chest. The bulge in his pants grows beneath me as I grind into him, feeling like a horny teenager. His hands glide to the bun at the base of my neck, unclipping my hair.
“I’ve been wanting to see how you look like this,” he murmurs, peppering kisses along my neck as I shake my hair loose, letting the silky strands tumble down my back. “The prim and proper Kady Sinclair coming undone. Wild.”
“And?” I moan, driving my hips down onto him. “What do you think, Mr. Editor?”
“I think,” his hands slide underneath my cashmere sweater skimming over my stomach then up under my bra, “it’s even better than I’d imagined.”
Our kiss is a vying battle for power, like our strong wills physically clashing together. He tweaks my nipples, squeezing hard. This is good, but hell… I want more. So much more. Flames lick over my skin, going straight from my nipples down through my core while I rock against Calder, loving how hard he feels through his pants.
“Holy fuck.” He peels off my sweater before burying his face into the crux between my neck and shoulder, grounding me to the moment. “Your scent will fucking kill me.”
My inner omega preens at his compliment, languishing in it as I feel myself get wetter.
“I can smell your slick,” he groans, running his hands down my sides, over my hips then around to cup my ass and squeeze my cheeks. “So fucking sweet.”
I reach down, greedily jerking on his big cock over his khaki pants as he growls. His length twitches as I unclip his belt. I need to feel his shaft between my hands. Impatiently, I grapple withhis buttons and fly before exhaling in relief as I slide my hands into his pants to greet the silky head of his cock.
I slide off him and drop to my knees on the floor in front of him, yanking his pants down in frustration. His cock springs free, a bead of pre-cum invitingly winking at me.
“Fuck, Kady.” Calder grabs my hair as I swipe my tongue over his tip. “You’re so hot.”
“Kady?” Hale’s call cuts through the moment. “Calder?”
