I lay back and pretended to mull over her words. “I don’t think it was, Ms. Nayak.”
She huffed with irritation. “Stop calling me that. We’ve slept together, for fuck’s sake! Just call me Dessi like everyone else does.”
“You know I despise informality.”
Her lips thinned to a slash. “You know what I despise?You.I can’t believe I forgot how insufferable you can be.”
I didn’t fight the smirk that turned my lips up at the corners. “You like it when I’m insufferable.”
She was quick to refute me. “That’s your fat ego talking,Ms.Burns.”
I shook my head slowly, deliberately. “You can pretend all you want, but you light up whenever I take charge.”
“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “I tolerate you at best.”
“I didn’t realizetolerateandscream-your-name-in-a-blinding-orgasmwere synonyms.”
Her nostrils flared as embarrassment turned the tip of her nose a bright red.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Don’t you meanunforgettable?”
She slapped a palm against her forehead.
“Sleeping with you must have been a moment of insanity,” she quipped, turning away to look for her clothes. Her angry pheromones trailed behind her like little sparks in the air.
I rose from a lazy sprawl and caught her before she could leave the bed.
“You’re not going anywhere, omega,” I said, my hands tightening around her waist. “In fact, we’re not leaving this bed today.”
She froze, lips poised with a rebuttal.
“You’re going to stay right here with your face planted in these impractical slippery sheets while I watch your pretty ass bounce on my cock.”
She made a small sound. In a different iteration, it might have been a scoff of disbelief.
“You’re so fucking annoying,” she grumbled. “Stop talking and maybe we can make this work.”
In Dessi’s arms, there was one singular truth: I could have her a hundred times, sink my cock into her a thousand different ways, and I’d still want more. Always more.
I’d have her, over and over, until no part of her remained unmarked by my teeth, my tongue.
Chapter Ten
Dessi
What do two people talk about when they’ve known each other for almost three years?
There was little I didn’t know about Aiven. And now, adding to the list of things I knew about Burnzilla was the size of her girthy cock. Or how she looked as she basked in her afterglow.
I thought it would weird me out—thisotherside of her. Instead, I felt oddly comforted by the verification that she was, in fact, human.
Knowing her like this meant I couldn’tunknow her. We couldn’t go back to meetings and reports like she hadn’t dicked me deep on my couchandmy floorandthe foot of my bed.
That was tomorrow’s problem. For now, we lay in my tangled sheets, watching the sunrise beat against the lace curtains in shades of orange and yellow.
“You’re booked in for heat leave at the start of the year,” Aiven began, her fingers soft in my hair.
