Page 18 of Strange Seduction (Strange #2)

“Bye, Vince.”

His eyes lingered. “Bye, Carmen.”

As I walked past, he added, “For what it’s worth… I hope he treats you right.”

I paused, glancing back at him. “He does.”

Confidently, I walked into Theo’s office with my head high, knowing damn well who I belonged to and why.

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Theo kept me waiting.

Long enough for the tension in my body to curl back in on itself. I was perched on the edge of the velvet-upholstered couch in his office, flipping through an architecture magazine I wasn’t reading, when the door finally opened.

He stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him.

I didn’t even look up.

“You took forever.”

His voice was a slow grin. “And you actually waited.”

I flipped a page. “That doesn’t make it right.”

Theo didn’t answer. Not with words. He took the magazine from my hands and set it on the coffee table, then stepped between my knees. His hand slid up the inside of my thigh.

“You’re still sore?” he asked, voice low, eyes sharp.

“A little.”

His fingers found the edge of his shirt I was wearing and pushed it up. Then, he pushed my thighs apart and gently caressed the metal of the piercing through my panties.

“Are you saying no, Amore mio ?”

I held his gaze. “No, I’m not.”

“I didn’t think so,” he smirked.

And that was all it took.

He sank his middle and ring finger inside me, and I let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like a moan.

“You’re being very loud, Sweetness,” he murmured, very amused by my reaction.

“You wanna switch places?” I asked pointedly as I shifted my hips toward his hand.

“No,” he chuckled before removing his fingers. And with no further warning, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties, pulled them down, and stuffed the soft fabric into my mouth.

Again.

Doubt: Good to know the panties kink is alive and well.

I’m surprised he didn’t rip them off.

The red fabric muffled the next sound I made as he returned his fingers to my core.

His eyes were dark and amused. “There we go.”

I leaned back on the couch as he got to work, grinding against his palm. His fingers didn’t slow. Neither did my pulse. I rode his fingers as he shoved them into me. I fought to hold eye contact, but the pleasure kept making me close them as I reached my peak.

I came hard—hips jolting, thighs clenching, body trembling around his fingers as he coaxed every last tremor from me. He didn’t let up until I was panting, the back of my head pressed to the couch, my legs wide open and shaking.

Theo pulled his fingers out slowly, watching the way I twitched in an oversensitive aftershock. He leaned forward, breath hot against my cheek, and gently tugged the panties from my mouth.

“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing the corner of my lips.

I didn’t have the strength to respond. I barely had bones left.

Then he stood straight, and with a soft exhale, pressed the heel of his hand against the thick line of his erection.

“Wanna take care of this for me?”

I blinked at him. “After that?!”

He smirked. “Only fair.”

I scoffed, letting my head fall back against the couch dramatically. “I should file a complaint with your HR.”

“Mm.” He popped open the top button of his slacks. “Then I guess I’d better make it worth your while.”

I groaned but pushed up onto my elbows anyway. “You’re lucky I like you.”

With a grin, Theo stepped between my legs again, lowering his zipper. I sat up and reached for him as he freed himself with a hiss of breath. He was already hard, thick, and ready.

“You know how I like it, Sweetness.”

I dragged my gaze up his body slowly, defiantly. “Say please.”

“Please, baby. Please. Please.”

I licked my lips, then I took him in my mouth—slowly, torturously, one hand wrapped around the base as I worked him with my tongue. His hand slid into my hair, gripping tight.

“Fuck, Carmen…” he breathed, eyes shuttering as his head tipped back. “That mouth…”

I hollowed my cheeks and kept going.

His hips flexed, and his breath caught.

“Look at me,” he commanded. Fisting my hair, he pulled me away from him so quickly it made my lips pop. “You’re fucking amazing. You know that, right?”

I nodded in response, slightly out of breath.

“Good, now finish what you started.”

I didn’t have a minute to catch myself before he was in my mouth again, full on face fucking me. I grabbed his hips to gain some type of control before his bucking could break my damn nose.

“That mouth, Carmen…That fucking mouth!” he groaned through gritted teeth.

And he thought I was being loud?

Eager to end this before he let the entire building know what we were doing in here, I reached up and cupped his balls.

With one tight squeeze, he doubled over and shook.

When he came, fingers still tangled in my hair, he bit down on his own lip to keep from shouting—and still failed.

I swallowed everything, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as he stood there, chest rising and falling hard.

“Jesus Christ,” he swore.

“You’re welcome.”

He collapsed next to me on the couch, still breathing heavily. “I need more.”

I laughed at his neediness.

“When we get home, Needy,” I teased. “Maybe after I do something with that hair.”

He pouted, “What’s wrong with my hair?”

“You need a retwist, desperately. The white people in this office can’t tell, but I can.”

Theo grinned. “Fuck, I missed you.”