Page 23 of Silver Fox Grump

I completely lose it. I’m barely aware of who I am, or where we are, as the pleasure cascades through me in pulse after pulse.

Sev is my rock in the storm as bliss tingles right down to my fingertips and toes, radiating out from where he’s touching me.

His blue eyes are the first thing I see when my mind and body begin to recover.

His hand is over my mouth, and his middle finger is over my tongue like a pacifier. He’s watching me intently, and his lips and cheeks are wet. From licking me, I realise, and a fresh wave of arousal sweeps down my spine.

“Oh hey, have you got the cameras?” The woman’s voice is right outside the door, and Sev and I both freeze.

“How many do we need?” I recognise Florence, the head of HR.

“Only ten.” That’s Trish.

Sev glances from side to side, as I try to shove my shirt back down. But he doesn’t move.

“They’re going to come in,” I hiss, terror flaring down my spine. He just crowds closer to me, blocking the view of me from a potentially open door.

“Sev.” I’m panicking.

“Oh, then we have enough,” Florence replies. There’s a heart-sinking moment when I’m convinced they’ll enter. But they don’t, and seconds later another door has opened and closed, and we’re alone.

Safe. For now.

Sev hasn’t looked away from my face even for a second, like I’m the centre of his world.

Then he snaps and his hands are in my hair and he’s kissing me. Desperate, wet, his fingers tugging my sensitive scalp. I taste my own salty sweetness on his tongue, and I moan.

As quickly as he grabbed me, he jerks back, his eyes blaze.

“This cannot happen again.”

“But I?—”

“No!” His voice is like granite.

“I could—” Do for him what he did for me. And more.

“Clean up,” he interrupts me. “Be in the meeting room in five minutes.”

Then I’m left staring at the closed door, and I’m broken. A moment ago, it was from white-hot pleasure, but now it’s a break that’s bloody and cold and dark.

He doesn’t want to do this again?

He’ll watch me from afar, but he doesn’t want the real me.

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SEV

Fuck. I wipe my face surreptitiously as I walk out of the store cupboard, and duck into the gents to finish cleaning up. I don’t look myself in the eyes. I can’t.

I lost control. Well. Almost.

I didn’t fuck her until she came on my cock, so I suppose I get a gold star for restraint on that count.

Genuinely, I deserve a medal for not taking her right there. Claiming her. My erection is an iron testament to my good behaviour. Practically a monument.

I breathe in deeply as I wash my hands and wipe my face with cold water. A brief re-adjustment and I’m as suitable for company as I’m ever likely to be.