Page 192 of Beneath the Blue Moon

“Thanks.I just need like fifteen, twenty minutes.”

“Got it.”

They walk out, locking the doors behind them.As I walk tohis office, I find a song on my phone that suits the occasion well.He’ssitting at his desk, eyes glued to his phone.When I lock the door, he looks upat me with yellow eyes.I press Play and place the phone on his desk.Thesounds of “Break You Off” by The Roots fill the room.

“What are you trying to do to me?”he asks.

I walk over, dropping to my knees before him.The erectionthreatening to rip through his pants brings a smile to my face.I unclip hisduty belt; he allows me to remove it, and I place it on the floor next to me.Istare up at him as I undo his belt, button, and zipper.With a lick of my lips,I reach into his boxers and pull him free.

“I told you I wanted lunch… and I’m hungry.”

He moans, burying his fingers in my hair as I close my lipsaround him.I suck on the head, rolling my tongue around it.

“Oh, fuck.”

I peek up at him, and his head has fallen back against hischair.I need to make this quick; his deputies will be back soon.I clasp hisdick with both hands, stroking him as I slide my lips up and down his length.He applies pressure to my head, pushing me down, and I allow him.When he tapsthe back of my throat, he groans, pushing farther.I grab his thighs, sinkingmy nails into them as he begins to guide my movements.He pulls my head up andstands, giving me a second to catch my breath before he forces himself back downmy throat.He jerks his hips forward, relentlessly fucking my mouth.My clitthrobs and my panties are soaked to the point that I feel my juices seepingthrough, running down my thighs.I want so much to touch myself to ease theache, but I know he wouldn’t let me.Besides, this is for him, not me.Ivaguely hear Black Thought’s voice as the song progresses; Musiq Soulchild’ssmooth tones definitely don’t go with the ravaging my mouth is currentlyreceiving.His hold on my head tightens, and I know he’s close.I grab his assand pull him to me, regaining control.I look up at him, loving the play ofemotions on his face, and that Sheriff’s eyes are staring back at me.Both manand wolf are mine.

“Casey….”

I stroke him with one hand as I pull his balls, one then theother, into my mouth.I watch them tighten against his body and move back up tosuck on the head.

“Fuck!”

He growls and shudders, shooting cum down my throat.I slurphim up hungrily, making sure I get every last drop.He pulls out of my mouth andfalls into his chair with a heavy breath.I swallow, lick my lips, and tuck himback into his pants.

“Come here.”

I climb onto his lap, and he gives me a lazy, satisfiedsmile.Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him softly.

“That mouth of yours… that’s why I’m marrying you.”

“Then we have something in common, Sheriff.That mouth ofyoursis why I’m marrying you.”

“I can’t wait for winter.”

“What’s happening in the winter?”

“Your wolf will be in heat.”His fingers work their way upmy thigh as he nuzzles my neck.“You’ll be jumping my lovely bones any chanceyou can get.”

“I’m doing that now.So?”

“Trust me.There’s abigdifference.”

He slips his finger beneath my panties, moaning as he strokesmy clit.Involuntarily, I spread my legs, giving him full access.I shouldn’tbe doing this—not having sex until our wedding nightwasmyidea,after all.I can’t help it, though; my body is his to do with as he pleases.

“Ethan, no.”

The whispered words come out on a shaky breath.

“You know how I feel about that word, Casey.”

“Please….”

“You know I can make you, right?”

“I do, but I know you won’t.”

His finger glides inside me, and I shudder from thepleasure.