I wrap my legs around him and slam my mouth against his. The feel of his dick sliding against mine makes my body feellike a spring coiling tighter and tighter. Then, lightning ripples through my entire body, and I spill in my hands.
I pant against his mouth as he wraps his hand around mine and jerks himself off. He comes with a groan and a shudder.
His head rests against mine. “That was fucking awesome,” he says between heavy breaths.
I pat around the table until my hand lands on a tissue box. I hand him a couple and take a few myself. Then I climb down the desk, pushing Nicholas away.
It takes a while to make ourselves presentable again, or rather a little less obvious.
“Lunch?” he asks. “Lunch,” he nods and picks up the package he apparently dropped on the couch next to the door. He places it on my desk and takes one of the chairs.
After a cursory fix of my clothes, I sit on my chair, studiously avoiding the corner where I’d just rutted against this man slowly unwrapping the sandwiches. Nicholas is making me regress to being a horny teenager, and I resent that.
That’s not to say I’ve never had sex in this office before. I’ve had plenty of quickies and even full-blown fucking sessions, if it was late enough, here. No awkward goodbyes that you can’t avoid if you have to throw someone out of your house. It’s practically been my preferred location.
But Nicholas is clearly here to stay. He gotlunch. It would be completely fine if we had gone to the awful burger place across the road for a quick lunch before he left. This is pushing the limits of ‘casual.’
The sandwich smells divine, and it feels criminal to say no to good food when I’m still coasting on that orgasm, but I feel this urgent need to shut this down.
“Coming here without much notice, when you know I don’t have fixed lunch hours, were you hoping to have both sandwiches?” Damn it, that sounds likefriendlyteasing. Why am I so off my game around this man?
Endorphins. It’s the endorphins… and oxytocin… and dopamine. My brain is literally fried. I snatch my sandwich from his hand.
Nicholas laughs, making me feel worse. Then again, he has laughed off all my attempts to repel him since the day I met him. Now that I think about it, I was mean to him right off the bat. Weird since I avoid unleashing the real me on people until I’ve known them enough to decide if I want to keep them or toss them.Not literally.
It could have been the need to wipe off that goofy smile on that unnecessarily pretty face. It’s intolerable, really.
“I’m okay with sharing too,” he says, grinning so hard I can’t look at his face.
So, I dig in instead. “Shit, this is good,” I can’t help but say after taking the first bite.
“Right? The city’s best sandwiches,” he says proudly.
“Calm down, it’s not like you made them,” I say.There, that’s devastating. Okay, it’s not, but it’s a win I’m going to take.
He snorts. “As if you weren’t practically licking your plate after eating the pancakes I made,” he claims.
“I was half asleep, and those were the only fuel of sustenance present.”
“Yeah, yeah, finish your fuel of sustenance. I already have a thousand texts from my partner asking where I disappeared off to,” he crushes the wrapper. I look down at my barely eaten sandwich, and he’s already done.
Fuck, werewolves can eat.
“I’m going to savor this. You should go,” I suggest.
“You sure?” He looks doubtful.
“Fucking leave, Nicholas. I won’t cut down your manners scores. The city needs its finest at work,” I wave him off.
He huffs but gets up. Then he comes around the desk and leans down, placing a hand on the back of my chair. I’m still processing when his lips land on mine.
What the fuck. I could have had food in my mouth.
He swallows my protest, flicking his tongue on my lower lip, then inside my mouth. When he backs off, I’ve almostdropped the sandwich from my hand.
“And here I thought the sauce went best with ham,” he says, then disappears out the door while I blink the haze away.
I need to buck up and start protesting this behavior, or the man will realize how much power he already has over me. And that won’t be good for anyone.
