It was one thing to share his bed each month in the lead-up to the moon. It was quite a different matter for him to sit before her in his giant leather chair, rolling to the desk and lifting her legs around him, easing up her skirt until he could lower his head and nip her thighs.
“Don’t tell me this isn’t what you want. You’re already dripping for me.”
His nose pressed to the front of her panties, pressing into her slickness. A deep, rumbling groan vibrated against her skin, and she sighed in spite of herself, her legs dropping open a bit further for him. “That’s it, baby. Let me give you what you need.”
His first lick was against the pink silk, hot and wet and exactly the way she remembered his wolf’s tongue feeling that night. She trulydidfeel guilty for being so terrible at sucking his cock, Vanessa thought, breath shuddering out of her, for he could teach a master class in eating her out. He hummed against her skin in appreciation, thick tongue sliding into her folds, his lips fastening on her like the suction end of a tentacle. He sucked and licked, bumping her with his nose, providing slurping kisses to her clit that made her toes curl, acting like a man starved and not one who’d had an eighty-dollar steak for lunch.
Vanessa gripped his hair, rocking her pelvis into him with small gasps, too conscious of his assistant right outside the locked door. He pulled back slightly, and she tightened her grip on his hair, worried that he was about to torture her with stopping, but he’d only been moving his hand into place, two thick fingers sliding into her as his lips re-fastened on her clit. Her climax started behind her navel, heat building and spreading until her knees were shaking, stretched around his mountain-like shoulders. The addition of his fingers sent her over the edge, and she rode his tongue to a spine-quivering release, white sparks shooting behind her eyes as she gripped his hair and tried to hold in her moan of pleasure.
She was sheepish when she looked down at him, a self-satisfied grin splitting his face, glistening with her release.
“Do you need to . . .”
“Yeah,” he agreed, sucking his fingers clean. “I do.”
Her hands worked nimbly at his belt buckle when he stood, reaching in and drawing out his stiffened length, already thick and straining. When he pushed his fat cockhead into her, she expected him to hilt himself until he was balls deep. That was how he liked fucking her, as deep as he could go, his pelvis flush to hers, but he didn’t. Back and forth several times, just the head, breaching her over and over again. Holding himself in hand, he slid his cock tip up and down her folds, from cunt to clit, coating himself in her slick. She reached down to cup his balls, full and fat in her hand, rolling and squeezing, helping him along as he began to penetrate her shallowly once more.
“You need to get back to work, rabbit. You have those depositions to get through.”
His face flushed red with the force of swallowing down his groan, the first spurt of white creaming against her clit, quickly followed by several more of varying volume. He would’ve been throwing ropes across her body had he been standing upright, but with his slit pressed to her folds, his ejaculation was a long, voluminous ooze of sticky white cream. When he kissed her gently, pulling her panties up and trapping his semen against her, she nearly fell off the desk.
“Go back to work. Don’t forget who this pussy belongs to.”
She should have gone directly to the bathroom and wiped herself clean, but instead, Vanessa found herself getting back in the elevator. When she stepped out on her floor, her cheeks were pink. She wondered if anyone would look at her and know that her panties were full, if they would be able to smell him on her. If they were a wolf, it was possible. She was afraid to sit down and ruin her dress, and she puttered around her desk, reading as much as she could while standing until the mess he’d created had cooled into an uncomfortable presence, forcing her to teeter into the restroom, wiping herself clean of him, at least for the moment.
* * *
“What will happen if someone finds out about us?”
They were in his bed, at his house in Cambric Creek, her favorite place to be.
She hadn’t expected to reacclimate to suburbia as well as she had. Cambric Creek was an intriguing little town. There were plenty of exclusive little boutiques and high-end bistros, all of which knew his dietary restrictions on sight. Three of them even stocked his favorite champagne. She’d had her hair done at the same chichi salon his mother and sister-in-law patronized, marveling at the volumizing treatment and the peach stone facial she’d received.
“I’ve offered to give you an all-natural facial numerous times,” he’d huffed as she continued to go on about it that evening, rubbing the back of his hand against her cheek to feel how smooth her skin was.
She loved laying out on one of the deck chairs in his resort-like backyard, removing her bikini top to sunbathe, feeling the weight of his eyes watching her from the upper deck. She would stretch like a cat, rising slowly once the sun was too hot on her skin, diving into the pool in one long glide and finding him waiting for her when she emerged, her bikini bottoms joining the top, abandoned on the deck.
She liked the quiet darkness of the big rooms, finding it easy to think and turn her mind off, putting work aside, at least in tiny increments. Nothing was more relaxing than sitting against the sofa in his big, empty living room, sipping from a mug of tea as the rain spattered against the wall of windows. She hadn’t grown up in a big house and scarcely knew what to do with so much space, but Vanessa would be hard-pressed to say that she didn’t like it.
The master bedroom was nearly as big as her entire apartment in Bridgeton, his bed a sumptuous oasis of high-thread-count Egyptian cotton and feather-stuffed pillows, and some mornings, waking up beside him after working off the edge of her muted pre-moon heat, she thought it would be nice to never have to leave again. That evening, however, her mind was not as relaxed.
She couldn’t get the incident with the elevator out of her head. She’d begun to feel paranoid in the following weeks, assuming she was being whispered about whatever her back was turned, and it had started to affect her performance with her team.
“If the partners know, that means everyone knows. The top office is always the last to find out about anything. That means people have been talking about us for months! Everyone probably already knows . . . What am I going to do?!”
He said nothing in response, and after several yawning moments of silence, Vanessa huffed, lifting her head from his chest to glare up at him.
“I’m not ignoring you. I’m really not sure what question I’m being asked. So people find out? Who the fuck cares? Has anything ever impacted our work? No. They’re always going to look for something to whisper about. What’s going to happen? Nothing.”
She frowned at his answer but wasn’t sure what she had been expecting. His eyes closed, satisfied that the issue was closed, and after a few minutes, the steady rise and fall of his chest told her he was hovering just on the edge of sleep, and she should have kept her thoughts to herself.
“I don’t know if that’s true.”
His eyes fluttered open, his eyes narrowing in her direction.
“What do you think would happen, rabbit? What would happen realistically? Neither of us is married. I’m not even your direct supervisor, not technically. I’ll be reprimanded by Vormir for not disclosing, and that would be it.”
Her stomach twisted, knowing he wasn’t thinking things through thoroughly and wasn’t seeing things from her end. She didn’t want her career hamstrung because of their relationship, not when he would walk away without repercussion, by his own admission. Her reputation would be irreparably tarnished.Sleeping with the boss, sleeping her way to the top, special treatment that she didn’t deserve, special positioning on cases, about as useful as a first-year law student.
