3. Char
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CHAR
M y colossal mistake was sitting at his desk two weeks later when I arrived at work.
His hair was pulled up into a man bun, and I had the unreasonable urge to tell him I liked it down better.
Flowing like a golden brown river down his back.
Gods.
Get a grip.
“Good morning.” I nodded to him as I passed his desk.
He gave me that slanted smile, showing deep dimples in his cheeks.
Green eyes sparkled with humor and intelligence.
“Morning, Boss. You have a ten o’clock meeting with the president of Scheiser Industries. Lunch at twelve with the owner of Falcone Enterprises . I made reservations for you at Le Bourgeux. Then your schedule is clear until your meeting with the CEOs at four.”
Great.
Gorgeous and efficient and in heat.
I was screwed.
It had been two long weeks of sly flirting on his part and stoic resistance on mine.
I was, I felt sure, on the losing side.
I nodded enough just to let him know I’d heard and understood, then hurried into my office.
My dick was rock hard and I was sure he’d noticed the way it was distorting the cut of my pants.
As soon as the door shut behind me, I reached for it and tried to readjust it to make myself more comfortable.
Unfortunately, the touch only inflamed the problem, making me even harder.
A spot of wetness soaked through my underwear and the material of my pants.
Damn it!
Now I needed to change, and I didn’t have a spare suit in the office.
I’d need to send…
Oh, gods, no.
I couldn’t let him see that I was leaking like a schoolboy.
Looking around, I spotted the water pitcher.
Praying it was full, I rushed over and picked it up.
There was some water sloshing around on the bottom!
I hastily spilled it down the front of my pants.
“Oh, no!” I cried loudly, knowing he could hear me.
A knock sounded.
“Come in,” I called, biting back a smile.
Sometimes, I really was just brilliant in a pinch.
Josh poked his head in.
“You okay, Boss?”
“Look what I did. I managed to spill water on myself, and I have that meeting coming up at ten. Could you possibly run down to the menswear shop on the corner, Phillipe’s? I do business there quite often. Phillipe will have my size on file. Pick me up a pair of gray slacks. My shirt and jacket are fine. I just need new pants.”
Josh nodded and didn’t say a word, but he eyeballed the pitcher and sniffed the air.
That’s when I realized there wasn’t a drinking glass in sight.
What had I been doing?
Drinking directly from the pitcher?
I opted to ignore his arched eyebrow.
“I’m on it, Boss.”
Gods, I wish he was.
On it.
Riding it, fucking it with that tight, plump ass…
I cleared my throat.
“They have my card on file down there.”
“You got it, Boss. I’ll be back in no time.” He hurried from the office with a tiny smile playing at his lips.
I was only fooling myself.
I wasn’t hiding anything from him.
My entire ruse to cover my precome-stained pants was for naught.
He could smell me.
Of course, he could.
And worse, I could smell him .
His need, his heat.
Had I tried, had I asked, I believe he would’ve fucked me right there, water-stained pants be damned.
Rushing to my computer, I Googled the information for Scheiser Industries.
Calling in, I got in contact with the president’s office and cancelled my ten o’clock.
Then I cancelled my lunch meeting with the owner of Falcone Enterprises.
My entire day was suddenly wide open until my four o’clock with my parents, the CEOs.
And I knew exactly how I wanted to fill up the time.
I had been on the losing side, and now was the time to raise the white flag.
Sitting back in my chair, tucking my arms behind my head, I smiled and waited for Josh to get back with my new pants.
I didn’t have too long to wait.
He must’ve run all the way to Phillipe’s and back again.
Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and I wanted to lick the saltiness off.
“Close the door, Josh.”
He smiled and did as I asked without questioning.
“I’m going to be perfectly honest with you, Josh. I want you. I have since you walked in here two weeks ago. You’re in heat, and my panther is chomping at the bit. I need to know how we’re going to resolve this problem.”
“You could fire me,” Josh suggested.
“Then there would be no impropriety — I wouldn’t be an employee anymore.”
“I don’t want to fire you. I need you at that desk now that Mallory is gone.”
“We can ignore each other’s needs.”
“I think we both know that’s going to be impossible. What does your leopard say?” I asked.
I leaned forward and clasped my hands together, leaning them on the desktop.
Josh’s smile grew languorous, almost dangerous in its sexual predatory gleam.
“My leopard is begging me to roll over for your panther. It’s been dying to fuck you since I walked into this office and practically begged you not to fire me on the spot.”
“You were a coy little minx, I’ll give you that much. Suggestive and flirty, and full of double entendres.” Char stood up and walked around the desk, fully aware that he was wearing nothing but a dress shirt and suit jacket.
His shirt was just long enough to cover his bits and pieces, although his cock was at rigid attention.
“So, we’re in agreement, then?”
“That you’re going to fuck me? Oh, yeah. Totally.” Josh grinned at him, and Char heard the leopard growl needily in Josh’s throat.
“Do you want me to suck you?”
“No. No way am I coming that quickly. I want to suck you . Take off your clothes.” He strode to the door and locked it.
With all the blinds drawn, there was no way they’d be seen should anyone walk into the outer office.
“Gods, I’ve dreamt of the moment. Do it slow.”
Josh’s smile broadcast his desire as he — very slowly — stripped out of his vintage Van Halen t-shirt, and shimmied out of his jeans.
To no one’s surprise, least of all mine, Josh went commando.
Naked, his body was firm and toned, less muscular than mine, but still strong, a swimmer’s build.
His cock stood out at attention, bobbing gently with every slight move Josh made, a crowning jewel above his two full balls.
“Oh, that is pretty. Prettier than I even imagined,” I whispered as I dropped to my knees in front of Josh.
I wrapped my hand around Josh’s thick girth and flicked my tongue out, taking my first taste.
He tasted of the loam of primeval oceans and ancient forests.
It was the taste that went back unchanged to the dawn of man’s existence, to the days when shifters were revered as shamans, and didn’t need to live in their human guises while in public.
When panthers and leopards and all manner of shifter beasts ran free, darting between ancient trees in sun-dappled forests.
And that taste, so ancient and yet so new to me, brought me to the very edge of orgasm.
I needed to concentrate hard on sucking Josh in deeply and out slowly, almost a meditative pace, to keep myself in check.
“Boss? Char? I want you to fuck me. I want to come when I can feel you inside.”
I blinked at the sound of Josh’s voice.
“Okay.” My voice was raspy with the effort it was taking to hold back my climax.
I gave Josh one last, long suck just to prove I could, then let go and stood up.
I shrugged out of my jacket and stripped off my shirt.
Josh’s hands were on me at once, fingers dancing over pectorals and the six-pack I worked so hard at the gym to maintain.
Contrary to common belief, shifters were not naturally ripped.
They had to work at it like everyone else, or could grow lazy and fat.
Not that fat was a bad thing.
I found a little extra around the middle to be sexy and thought Josh could use a little plumping up.
I was grateful to my wandering mind because it allowed me to get myself under control again despite Josh’s touch.
I swept the files and paperwork off my desk with one arm, clearing a space.
“Bend over my desk. Show me that beautiful ass of yours.”
Josh reached for a kiss, biting my lower lip playfully, then did as he was bade.
He bent over the desk, his chest resting on the sleek glass top, ass presented for my viewing pleasure.
And a pleasure it was, too.
Josh’s ass was a plump inverted heart, the perfect amount of cushion for a hard bang, which was exactly what my panther was aching to give Josh’s leopard.
With a foot, I pushed Josh’s ankles wide, spreading his legs and exposing the tight pink hole his cheeks had been hiding.
“Oh, that’s pretty. So pretty,” I said.
I knelt down and tickled at the hole with my tongue, feeling the little ridges.
I sucked at it, then flicked the tip of my tongue all around it, feeling it pucker and drawing sweet mewls of delight from Josh.
“Fuck me,” Josh cried in a hoarse whisper.
“Quick, before I come on your desk like this.”
“Shh. I’ve got you,” I said, as I brought the tip of my cock to meet Josh’s entry.
I spat in my hand to lube the way, as poor a substitute as it was, and I made a mental note to get a tube and leave it in my office.
Then, slowly, so slowly, I pushed inside.
Josh moaned and pushed back against my cock, obviously not caring a whit about the discomfort.
“Fuck me, fuck me!”
I couldn’t help but respond, despite my best intentions of taking it slowly.
I began to pump, thrusting inside, and soon felt my climax build to the point of no return.
I was coming, coming now, and nothing was going to stop me.
I heard Josh cry out as he came.
My orgasm blossomed within me like a thing born of fire, sharp and hot and all-consuming.
But as I began to relax, I realized something odd was happening.
My cock wasn’t resuming the normally flaccid state it took after an orgasm.
Instead, it was still swelling.
Oh, gods.
I knew this had been a colossal mistake.
I just hadn’t known how colossal it was.
I was knotting Josh.
We were mates.
Life mates.
“Char? Char, do you feel what’s happening?”
“Of course, I do. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m…I’m good. Better than good. This is perfect. You’re perfect.” Josh cooed and reached around to pet Char’s side.
“You’re perfect, too. I just wasn’t prepared for knotting. Were you?”
“I wondered. My leopard had such a strong reaction to your panther when I walked into the office on that first day that it made me curious. But no, I didn’t expect it to happen the first time we fucked.”
“It was more than simple fucking. It was…spectacular.”
I saw Josh’s shoulders bob with slight laughter.
“More than spectacular. It was fucking awesome!”
“I’m sorry you have to stay bent over the desk like this. It can’t be very comfortable while I knot you.”
“It’s okay.” Josh continued to pet Char’s side, now as if reassuring him.
“I’m fine. More than fine.”
We stood that way for roughly twenty minutes, until my cock finally began to soften and slide out of Josh’s body.
I grabbed my soiled pants and used them to clean Josh tenderly, then myself.
“I have a shower in my private bath. How about we utilize it?”
“And maybe go for a round two? There’s nothing like slippery, soapy sex,” Josh said with a wide grin.
“You’re insatiable!” I said with a laugh.
“Only for you, my mate,” Josh retorted, and reached up for a deep, long kiss full of teeth, tongue, and attitude.