Page 7 of Bearly in Love

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MADISON

The rest of the day was just as uncomfortable as the one before it.

Bo basically ignored me while he worked.

I binged a TV show. The first season had been much better than the second, but I was annoyingly invested. Though I itched to fast-forward some of the scenes and episodes, I didn’t have anything else to do. So, I watched everything.

I wanted to avoid an encounter like the one the night before, so when I started getting tired, I went over to Bo’s desk.

He was still working.

He’d never been a workaholic, so that seemed weird. But I figured I’d done more than enough already, so I wasn’t going to question his work habits. It had been a long time since we were around each other, and hopefully the snow would start melting soon.

It had stopped snowing around lunch time, which seemed like a good omen. The snow was insanely high, so leaving through the window was no longer an option, but still.

I’d take any good sign I could get.

Bo didn’t look up from his computer right away, so I leaned against his desk and waited. He was obviously focused on what he was doing, and I wasn’t going to interrupt. At least one of us was getting something useful done.

He finally looked up after a few minutes.

“I think I’m going to call it a night,” I said, managing a small smile. “If you don’t want to take the bed, I can, and you can sleep on the couch. I still don’t want you to have to sleep in your garage just because I’m crashing at your place.”

“That’s fine.” Bo’s voice was low and gravelly.

More gravelly than I could remember from when we were younger, even though he was visibly relaxed. That must’ve happened with age or something.

“Cool. Thanks. And thanks for last night.” I forced myself to leave it at that.

If I kept going, I was going to end up saying something I shouldn’t.

Because what we’d done obviously meant more to me than it did to him. He’d been acting even more neutral today than he had yesterday, so our goal had obviously been achieved. He didn’t want anything else.

I was going to have to be okay with that.

Even if what I really wanted was for him to tell me that I wasn’t out of his system.

That he wanted to share his bed.

That he wanted to fuck me all night, with a hell of a lot more than just his mouth.

That he wanted me .

All of that was just a pipe dream, of course.

Ambrose didn’t have feelings for me. He’d had physical desire, but we’d taken care of that. Even though I hadn’t touched him.

Regardless of everything else, I could tell I was going to develop feelings for him if I didn’t take a step back.

I’d been engaged to an asshole my whole life, so having feelings for the first man I spent a large amount of time with seemed normal.

Especially if he was cooking for me like a normal shifter male would for his mate.

And taking care of me like a shifter guy, too.

So yeah.

I needed to put space between us.

Even if I wanted him to bend me over his desk and fuck me hard instead.

“Don’t thank me for that.” His growl sent goosebumps up my arms.

Luckily, my long-sleeved shirt kept them hidden.

“Okay. If you want me to return the favor to make things even between us, just let me know,” I said without thinking.

Bo lifted his head in surprise, meeting my gaze.

Heat crawled up the back of my neck and spread over my cheeks.

I definitely hadn’t meant to say that.

“How would I let you know I wanted that?” His voice smoothed into a drawl. “Hey, Mads, can you crawl under my desk and help me out with a little problem?”

My blush grew hotter. “I wouldn’t call that erection little .”

“Are you hitting on me?” There was something in his voice.

Almost… interest.

“No.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m just pointing out a large fact.”

He snorted. “You are hitting on me.”

“I’m not.”

“Why are you denying it?”

“Because I’m not hitting on you. I’m offering to make things fair between us. You went down on me, so it seems like I owe you.”

“I didn’t eat you out so you would give me a blow job.” His humor vanished, replaced by more of that sexy growl.

“I didn’t say you did.”

“You said you owed me .”

“I said it would be fair if I returned the favor so things are balanced between us. You got me out of your system, but if jerking off afterward wasn’t enough to take the edge off your need, I wouldn’t have a problem with evening things out.”

“ Evening things out suggests that you feel an obligation,” Bo said.

“What else do you want me to say? I’m dying to wrap my mouth around your cock?”

“Are you?” The challenge in his voice was unavoidable as he looked me square in the eyes.

“Am I what?”

“Dying to wrap those pretty little lips around my cock.”

Oh.

I had just said that, hadn’t I?

Crap.

“It doesn’t sound unappealing,” I said. “But I don’t want to push beyond your comfort zone if?—”

Bo caught my wrist, pulling lightly. I leaned over the desk a little more, my eyes widening as he placed my hand over his erection.

It was just as thick as it had been the night before.

Maybe I was right, and jerking off hadn’t been enough for him. He’d spent hours with his mouth on me, so that didn’t seem hard to believe.

Pun not intended, but appreciated anyway.

I gripped his hardness through his jeans, and his eyes closed.

His jaw clenched.

His chest rumbled, too.

He definitely needed more than he’d given himself.

And even though I hadn’t planned on offering, my heart was beating rapidly at the possibility of doing what I’d said.

Returning the favor.

Wrapping my lips around his cock.

I folded myself beneath the desk before I had time to really think about whether or not it was a good idea. I could feel the man’s attention on me as I worked his button free and unzipped his jeans, freeing his erection. One of my hands went around his length, gripping his cock.

There was no fabric holding it down. The lines of his zipper’s impression ran down the side of his tight skin, but a few piercings caught my attention much faster.

One that went through his cock’s head from top to bottom. And three on the underside, making a short ladder.

I was hotter now than I’d been before.

Much hotter.

My panties were soaked, and he had to have been able to smell it.

“You don’t wear underwear?” I looked up at him, meeting his gaze from beneath his desk. The underwear wasn’t what I needed to ask him about, but it seemed like a safer start.

His eyes were so hot and heavy, it made me warm. “No. Makes shifting harder.”

I’d seen his laundry basket, and there hadn’t been any jeans in it. He probably wore sweats most of the time.

“Doesn’t the zipper hurt?” I ran a finger down the impression lines.

“Not if I’m careful.”

I adjusted my position, pressing my legs together a little more. Hopefully, it would hide my scent just a bit longer. I wasn’t on my knees in front of him to bring myself pleasure, even if that did seem to be happening.

“How careful do I need to be with your piercings?” I finally asked. My hand was still wrapped around his erection, a finger on the other hand lingering on the zipper’s impression.

“Not careful.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

His hand caught my chin, tipping my head back slightly. “Mads, a man doesn’t pierce his cock if he’s afraid of a little pain.”

My core tightened. “I’m not great with pain.”

I don’t know why I said it.

We weren’t going to screw. He didn’t need to know that.

His lips curved, just the tiniest bit. If I hadn’t known him as well as I did, I wouldn’t have noticed at all. “They definitely wouldn’t hurt you.”

“How would they feel?” I needed to shut up. I really, really did.

“You’d have to fuck me to find out.”

“Now who’s hitting on who?” I leaned forward and carefully wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. The piercing felt weird against the roof of my mouth and my tongue, but I didn’t hate it.

Bo let out a rough breath.

His hand left my head and went to the edge of the desk. The other one did too.

If he wasn’t even going to grip my hair, the moment definitely wasn’t personal. He didn’t have feelings for me. He was just horny after spending half the night eating me out. Which was understandable, wasn’t it?

I was going with yes.

I bobbed over his cock slowly. The drag of his piercings against my tongue and the roof of my mouth was different, but in an interesting way.

“Fuck,” he choked out, when I swirled my tongue over the underside. The small, smooth balls of his piercings felt nice, so I teased them a little more. His hips jerked, and he swore viciously as he lost control.

My eyebrows lifted as I swallowed his release, and my gaze met his as his chest heaved. His expression was intense, and his cock definitely wasn’t softening. Supernatural guys could get off repeatedly, so I knew we weren’t done. He’d get off at least one more time before he wanted a break.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to— fucking hell , Madi.” He snarled as the back of his head hit his chair, his hips jerking again as I took him deeper into my throat.

The piercing on the head of his cock didn’t feel as good back there, but I managed not to gag.

That was going to take some getting used to.

Not that I was going to be getting used to it, of course. This was a one-time thing. Getting it out of his system. Or repaying the favor he’d given me, I guess.

I teased his piercings with my tongue and worked the base of his erection while I bobbed slowly, getting my throat more acquainted with his jewelry.

His words turned to growls, his hips continuing to move as he held the edge of the desk like it was an anchor.

He came the second time with a vicious snarl, his chest heaving violently as he recovered. He let go of the desk and gently lifted my head, silently telling me he’d had enough.

I released his cock from between my lips and sat back on my heels.

He leaned back against his chair, taking deep breaths as he recovered from the climax.