Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Dessi
What do two people talk about when they’ve known each other for almost three years?
There was little I didn’t know about Aiven. And now, adding to the list of things I knew about Burnzilla was the size of her girthy cock. Or how she looked as she basked in her afterglow.
I thought it would weird me out—this other side of her. Instead, I felt oddly comforted by the verification that she was, in fact, human.
Knowing her like this meant I couldn’t unknow her. We couldn’t go back to meetings and reports like she hadn’t dicked me deep on my couch and my floor and the foot of my bed.
That was tomorrow’s problem. For now, we lay in my tangled sheets, watching the sunrise beat against the lace curtains in shades of orange and yellow.
“You’re booked in for heat leave at the start of the year,” Aiven began, her fingers soft in my hair.
I glanced up at her from my tub of breakfast ice-cream, pausing with a spoonful of Belgian chocolate raised to my lips.
Strange as it was to admit out loud, I couldn’t quite imagine that this naked woman was the same one that had fired me with cold, unfeeling words just yesterday.
Especially not now when she gazed down at me with eyes that had softened from their usual slate green.
I found that I liked the way she studied me as though she were memorizing how I moved.
“Yes,” I said, licking away the chocolate residue from my lips. “My heat comes around the same time every year. Besides, booking it in is a moot point, isn’t it? Considering the fact that I quit.”
Her fingers stilled on my scalp.
“Are you going to make me beg again?” she asked, her voice a rumble.
I met her gaze, trying to draw out her torture for a while longer.
If there was something I knew about my boss, it was the fact that she thrived on routine.
I had been given a surprising amount of power over her by becoming the person she relied on to plan her schedule and fix any inconsistencies that may arise through her day.
Losing me would upset her routine—badly.
I intended to exploit the little bit of power that curled in my belly at the thought of her flailing without me.
“Well,” I said, drawing out the word as I pushed up and knelt next to her. She set the tub of ice-cream away before it could spill over my sheets. “Why do you want me back?”
Her brows drew together, the deep golden arches separated by a crater.
“That’s a stupid question—”
I placed my index finger against her lips before she could say anything else I’d have to make her regret later.
“Nope,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s a deflection.”
I swung one thigh over both of hers, straddling her.
“Tell me how you really feel.”
“My feelings and I aren’t companions, Ms. Nayak,” she said, her gaze dropping between my thighs. I’d tugged on a pair of pajamas with silky white shorts that rode up high.
“I think that’s a rubbish excuse, Ms. Burns.” I paused to run a finger between the valley of her breasts. The thought that I hadn’t spent enough time sucking her nipples crept to the surface, but I forced myself to return to my line of questioning.
“I think you came here for a reason,” I insisted, feeling the muscles along her abdomen shift beneath my exploration. Fuck, she really was an excellent specimen for an Alpha. I wondered what it would feel like to spread my pussy over the ridges of her abs and rub myself to orgasm as she watched.
Dirty, I thought, filing the inspiration away for later.
“And what reason is that?” she asked, her breaths shortening as my fingers dipped even lower.
“Because you wanted to fuck me into submission and force me to come back to work for you.”
“That’s not,” she began, only for her words to shudder to a halt as my fingers found the pretty pink nubs of her nipples.
“Not what?”
“That wasn’t my plan,” she said breathily.
“So you had a plan?”
She didn’t seem pleased to admit it.
“Yes,” she sighed. “I wanted you back.”
“But why?”
I drew a nail over her nipple and she gasped.
“Because I need you,” she bit out. “In the office.”
“Just in the office?”
“I…” she cleared her throat, trying to shake off the pleasure from my fingers. “I got used to having you around, all right?”
“Mm-hmm,” I said, urging her on.
“I’ve had many assistants come and go, but none of them did their job like you do.”
“Oh, I know.” I slipped a hand under my shorts even as I kept my fingers on her right nipple. “I bet none of them ever went out of their way to get your favorite brew every morning.”
Goosebumps traveled up my arms as I found my clit soaked and ready.
“I bet none of them organized your notes according to your meeting schedule.”
Something hard and insistent pressed up from under the sheet.
“And I know none of them let you fuck their throat and come in their mouth.” I paused. “At least, I hope not.”
“No,” she confirmed, her gaze trained on the fingers moving beneath my shorts. The soft satin left little to the imagination. “I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you, Dessi. Will you promise to come back to work for me?”
I slid two fingers inside me and shivered on top of her.
“Maybe,” I whispered, feeling my muscles contract around my fingers.
She lifted her hands to my hips, holding tight.
“Dessi…”
It was the plea in her tone that did it. Soft, breathless, laced with just enough desperation to make my ego soar.
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes as I lifted up and fell back down on my fingers. “Since you insist.”
She leaned over and pulled one of my nipples into her mouth, sucking hard.
I exhaled shakily, pleasure spiking like a heady twister.
“Dessi,” she whispered wetly against my skin, and I knew I wanted more of her. So much more than I could ever have in just a day.
“Fuck me, Alpha,” I ordered, and she tipped me onto my back to do exactly that.