Evan makes a sound that has my toes curling in my boots. It’s masculine and raw, like he’s been thinking about this for a long while. I know I have been. Ever since I got knocked out, which also happened to coincide with them telling me they wanted a whole lot more than just casual dating, both guys have been treating me with kid gloves. I appreciated the gesture. Finding out two supernaturals want to spend…forever with you is a bit intimidating. Exciting as heck, but a little scary too. I still don’t understand everything, but I want to, which tells me a whole helluva lot. Commitment usually gives me hives, or at least a good case of thewanna runs, but not this time.
I grab hold of Evan’s shirt to steady myself and end up brushing my knuckles over his chest and taut stomach. It’s my turn to make an appreciative sound. Evan is big, and strong in ways I’m sure I can’t quite fathom, but damn do I like being in his arms. I feel small, feminine, and delicate.
Evan’s kiss isn’t hurried, but it is eager. He kisses me as if he’s pouring everything into the act, and I’m not talking about a guy just keen to get into my pants. Evan curls his tongue around mine, pushing deeper into my mouth, and I manage to keep up with him. I stroke my tongue over his, nipping at his bottom lip when he pulls back just a little, and I’m rewarded with that sound again. His hand glides from my neck to curl over my back, and then he drags me forward so my body is flush against his, only he’s so tall, the action ends up breaking the kiss—that is until he palms my ass and lifts me up with one hand so our mouths are level. I watch his lips curve in a devilish smile before he slants his head and dives his tongue right between my parted lips.
Evan
Shit, I have Quinn right where I want her, in my arms, but I know we’re about to be interrupted.
“Did you knock?”
“Mr. Winters said they needed a minute,” the woman replies, and even through the door, I can hear the smile in her voice.
I start to pull away from Quinn, but she bites my bottom lip. She probably can’t hear the people talking. Hell, I know she can’t. If she knew, she wouldn’t still be kissing me. That, more than anything, makes me pull away from her kiss again.
Her eyelids are slow to open as she meets my gaze. I still have her pressed up against me, so I can see the tiny flecks of gold in her heavy-lidded blue eyes. Her lips are pink and a little swollen, but the way she traces her tongue along her bottom lip has me wanting to lock the fucking door and lay her on her desk. If she were a shifter, she probably wouldn’t care that we’re putting out enough pheromones to have half the floor looking for a quicky. But she’s not, and I’ll be damned before I let that happen without making sure she’s fully aware of what’s going on.
I place my forehead against hers, letting my eyes close. “As much as I wish we were alone at home right now, we’re not.”
“Oh!” Quinn’s eyes flare wide, and she starts to squirm to get out of my hold. My dick doesn’t mind at all, but I need to stop her because it’s making matters worse. I reluctantly lower her down my body and take a step back. My hands are still on her though, so I force myself to let go, creating even more distance.
Quinn runs her palms down her sides then over her butt, smoothing her shirt. I don’t tell her that her hair is a little messy or that she smells like me. It wouldn’t be helpful. Instead, I prowl over to the door and wrench it open. There’s a woman in a blue uniform leaning against the wall looking down at her phone while biting her lip. She jumps so hard at my abrupt arrival, her phone slips out of her grasp and falls. “Sorry,” she mumbles while reaching down to grab the device from the ground before sliding it back into her pocket. As she looks up, I recognize her. I’m pretty sure her name is Lisa. She’s been working here since she graduated four or five years ago. She gives me a wide berth as she tugs the rolling cart she brought with her over, jiggling all the items as she wheels it into Quinn’s office.
“Hey.” Quinn extends her hand to Lisa. “We haven’t met yet. I’m Quinn.”
The other woman glances at me quickly before taking Quinn’s proffered hand. “Leslie,” she says, and then swiftly pulls her hand free from Quinn’s. Lisa, Leslie, at least I was close to her actual name.
“Sorry to trouble youandkeep you waiting.” Quinn’s face flushes a light pink as she smooths her hands over her sides again.
“No bother,” Leslie answers.
I’m torn between closing the door or leaving it open. Quinn’s arousal is permeating the entire room. If I leave it open, it may keep me from jumping her the moment Leslie leaves.
“It’s just there, near the door.” Quinn motions to the area to her right.
“Oh, that is a little one.” Leslie nods her head before turning to the cart, opening the curtains, and pulling out a spray bottle and cloth. “This will be quick, then you can get back to it.” She winks, but thankfully, Quinn doesn’t seem to notice. She’s too busy moving back to her desk.
“Thanks, Leslie,” I reply. My voice is a little gravelly, but I’m not growling like a caveman, so that’s a win.
Quinn
I lower myself into my chair, pretending I’m not all hot and bothered from the brief encounter with Evan. I’m almost embarrassed by how excited I got. When I shift, I feel the thick seam in the crotch of my jeans pressing against my clit, and I’m tempted to wiggle again. I mean, it was just a few stolen kisses, but damn, I was ready for so much more, and in my office no less. I shake my head to dislodge the thoughts and jiggle my mouse to rouse my computer. I definitely need a distraction.
The harsh chemical odor of cleaning supplies wafts over to me as Leslie gets to work scrubbing the carpet, while Evan stalks around the room as if he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.
“I have one more meeting scheduled this afternoon.” I don’t addif you want to come back later to pick me upin front of Leslie. It feels weird, so I just let the statement hang.
“What time do you think you’ll be done? I’ll come back for you then.” Evan doesn’t seem to filter his words before the other woman, which I like. Neither he nor Griffin have ever been shy about what’s happening between us.
I glance over at the clock. “Maybe an hour, hour and a half?”
“I’ll head over to Griff’s office. Make sure you call me when you’re ready to go.” Evan tips his chin down and makes direct eye contact as he delivers the order. He’s acting bossy, more like Griffin.
“You got it, bossman.” I give him a mock salute, which has the corner of his lips tipping up, but he doesn’t give me a full smile.
“I’ll be back soon,” Evan promises, trying to make it sound like a threat, but I’m definitely not scared.
Chapter 3
