I take the two steps I need to, arch my back, and bend to pick the card up.
Ace of Cups again.
Chapter ten
Thoren
(I’ll show you Big Dick Energy)
The echo of Dec’sfingers pressing into my nipples is probably what makes me do stupid like it’s my job. As soon as that ass is exposed I step in close, pressing my traitorous dick between those two glorious globes, sliding my hand around his hip. Dec barely stutters at my touch. He gasps softly, and the rich scent of his musky arousal thickens as he straightens, pressing his shoulders to my pecs.
“What are you doing?” he whispers, subtly pressing his ass closer.
“Supervising,” I respond, letting my hand wander from his hip to his belly just above his belt line.
“What?” His confusion gets lost in the rasp of his voice, the small shift in his stance that creates friction between us, and the blinding temptation of his scent.
I lower my face to his, ghosting a kiss on his neck and inhaling to coat my nose and tongue in the taste of his arousal. “Can’t get in trouble if I’m with you.”
Dec’s breath shudders out of him. “Oh. I—fuck.”
He expels the expletive as I nip the sensitive skin under his ear. “Yes,” I growl.
Dec’s hand finds my hip, grabbing the skin there and pulling to get me closer. “Yes?” he gasps, adorably confused again.
The card in his hand catches my attention, and I almost wince. Ace of cups? Really? My cards are ridiculous. New relationships, passion... I really am living up to the card’s meaning right now.
Slowly, I take the card from Dec’s hand. “Yes. The answer is yes. Whatever you want, Dec—what’s your name?”
The question causes Dec to huff a laugh. He spins to face me, sliding his arms around my neck. I take advantage, slipping the card back into my pouch before gripping his ass with both hands and kneading the delectable globes like they already belong to me.
Dec looks up with an amused smile. “My mother just wanted me to grow up to be a decent person.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Decent is not your name. C’mon, you can tell me. What’s your name, sweetness?”
“Well, it’s not sweetness.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Let me go, Thoren. We’re not going to do this.”
“He says, as he tightens his arms around my neck,” I mutter, lowering my head until we’re a breath away from kissing. “As your supervisor, I give you permission to kiss me.”
“As my supervisor?” His words are barely a whisper. “I think that constitutes sexual harassment.”
“Report me to HR, if you must. Just kiss me, please.”
Dec’s lips crash into mine and I swallow his fervor, tightening my arms and welcoming his taste. His tongue meets mine, and fuck, I love the way humans kiss. It’s so sensual and emphatic. A conversation and a dance. His tongue tangles with mine, and his arms nearly strangle me as he pushes in as if trying to obliterate the thin fabric separating us.
I pick him up and his legs wrap around my waist as I peek to find a wall to push him against. Two steps carry me to the doors of the elevator and I press him against it, giving him the hard surface of my abs to grind into. With the extra leverage, I take one hand from his ass, circling his neck and angling his head so I can ravage his mouth with impunity. Fuck me, he tastes exactly like he smells, like temptation and sex, passion and lust, like something straight out of my sexiest dreams.
I squeeze his delectable ass, unable to stop myself. He’s so wide and soft; there’s more than a handful, enough ass to really play with. I can’t believe the man is single and available, and now I’m thinking that he’s not going to be for long.
I rip my lips away from his, dragging in a deep breath of his arousal as his hips move to rub the steel shaft in his pants against me. He moans softly, eyes fluttering as he seeks to pull me back to his lips. Fuck, he’s so pretty like this. I could stare at him for hours as he seeks his pleasure.
“That’s good, sweetness. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Damn, I wonder how far down that flush goes?
“Kiss me,” he demands, pulling at my neck and bringing himself forward.
I relent, pushing him back and taking his mouth again, and he moans. It’s the softness of his voice—the way it vibrates in my mouth, the purity of it like his pleasure must have an outlet—that consumes my soul. I lose all sense of time and place. I give myself utterly over to him, somehow surrendering to the undulating of his hips and the rhythm of his kiss. For a short eternity, I exist for his pleasure only.
Gravity suddenly betrays us, and overbalanced, I fall forward, nearly dropping him as we tip toward the floor together.
