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“How would you know?” He tugs on my thong and pulls it off my hips, dropping it next to me on the desk, before pushing a few things aside and making me lie back, exposing all of me to him. His long hair slides forward over my sensitive skin as his eyes rove over me.
“I’ve been listening to your calls for days now. You sound different when you’re doing serious business—” The last word disappears into a moan as he slides two fingers into me and runs his tongue over my clit, playing with his tongue piercing over the sensitive nub.
Fuuuuuck, he’s good at that.
He could eat me out all day…
Then his other hand slides up and cups one of my boobs, before rolling my nipple between his fingers, sending electricity all through my body.
Fuck. Fuck…
I might be extra sensitive because I’ve been craving for Caleb and Mathew for hours now, but this guy is also way too good at this.
Our bubble of lust is broken when Derrick loudly knocks on the door. “Jorge is here. He wants to see you.”
Mathew stills, his eyes wide. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He quickly scrambles back into his chair.
He looks panicked, but his pheromones tell me it’s not fear, it’s desire that’s racing through him.
It’s the same as when Caleb unexpectedly walks into the room while we’re having ‘fun’. A heady mix of alarm over being caught doing naughty things and craving for more, hopefully with him joining in too.
And now he responds like that to this ‘Jorge’ guy too. Interesting…
“Let him in.” Mathew pulls me from the desk to sit on his lap, but I slide lower, kneeling between his legs as I look up at him. His eyes are blown large and he nervously licks his lips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“I know.” I grin, pulling his chair closer so even if Jorge stands next to the desk, he can’t see me.
Then I nimbly open the button and zipper on Mathew’s suit pants before slipping his dick out of his boxer briefs.
“Oh, fuck…” Mathew stares down at me, his breathing hard, but when the door opens, he pulls a neutral mask in place.
Though, the way his fingers tighten in my hair as I lick all the way from the base of his dick to the tip make it very clear that he’s not as relaxed as he tries to appear.
This is going to be fun!
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The securityat Mathew’s place is unusually tight today. They stopped me at the gates, insisting that I show them ID before they let me in. And then they wouldn’t let me park in the garage but I had to park outside.
What’s going on?
Did someone seriously threaten him?
An angry growl starts in my chest, but I quickly suppress it. That’s not my place.
I can be worried about him as a friend, but I can’t start growling like I’m his Alpha, that crosses the line. A very blurry line, but a line anyway.
Derrick tries to hide his smile as he lets me past him in the hallway. “Mathew’s in his office.” He looks way too relaxed for how heavy security is in the rest of the place.
If there was an active threat, he wouldn’t be sauntering around the place, he’d be giving orders to his team. But if everything was fine, I wouldn’t have been stopped at the gates…
Something weird is going on.
I open the door to Mathew’s office and am immediately overwhelmed by the scent of his favourite cologne. It’s a great scent, dark and sweet at the same time, very sexy.
Did he drop a bottle or something? It’s way too strong. He’s normally much better at knowing how much of it to use.