11. Little kitty （the real hero）
Chapter 11
Little kitty (the real hero)
LETTIE
M y feet dangle off the edge of the desk, swinging back and forth. The rocking motion soothes me. My chest swells with cleansing breaths in the peaceful silence of Mia’s office. She and Klein will send Tomer in as soon as he gets upstairs. Should be any minute.
I needed a second alone to clear my mind.
When they brought Yev inside the building, I decided that was enough screen time for me for the day. Knowing he was in the same building as me caused a bevy of emotions to rush through me. In no more than sixty seconds, I experienced a full trauma response with all the physical symptoms to go along with it. Cold sweat, blurry vision, noises around me sounding far away, dizziness, andmore of that lovely nausea that has been my constant companion for a solid week.
To avoid causing a scene that would ultimately distract everyone in the lair from their important tasks, I excused myself. Mia suggested I wait in her office.
For the last few minutes, I’ve calmed down thanks to Simone’s breathing and grounding techniques. Initially, I told myself I’d do them just to humor her, without expecting they’d work. I’ve been pleasantly surprised by how effective they are at steadying me.
After suppressing the panic, I distracted myself further by texting Stella to set up a video chat with her tonight. At least that called her off for now. Gonna have to face the music.
Ultimately, it’s my life, and I’m sure she’ll respect that.And that’s what I’m telling myself until I can no longer live in denial. Most likely, that will be tonight.
Butterflies flutter in my belly when I hear male voices coming down the hall. One voice in particular stands out, bringing a grin to my face and an extra oomph to my swinging legs. I’m tempted to open the door and yank him in as he passes, but I wait. It’s possible I’m intentionally edging myself like a masochist.
By the time he busts in through the door, my entire body is vibrating. How does he do this to me? It’s not like this is a new relationship, but I suppose it is. Without any walls between us, my love for him has reached new heights.
His turquoise eyes find mine instantly, trepidation dulling their shine. My arms extend as if they’re compelled by magic to reach for him. I want him to know that I’m not scared of him or what I saw. I love him even more. I’m overjoyed that he was able to get a little bit of vengeance against that horrid man, and so freaking proud he was able to hold off from killing him. I know he could have. The rest of them knew it too. But he was totally in control.
So proud.
He wastes no time accepting my offered embrace. An honest-to-goodness sigh leaves me when his strong arms encircle my back.
He’s safe.
And the world is a little safer with Yev off the streets. Because of this man and the people here.
His vest is rigid and uncomfortable against my cheek, so I draw my head back and crane my neck to look at him. The way he searches my face to determine my reaction is heartbreaking. The apprehension tugs on his features, giving him an air of sadness.
Beaming at him with a toothy smile, I unlock one arm and touch his face. With a gentle pass over his cheek, I gradually trail my palm over his chin and settle my hands on the sides of his neck. My fingertips creep toward his nape.
I’m unsure why I can’t find any words. It’s unlike me to be quiet in situations like this. Well, in all situations, truthfully. All I can do is smile and caress him to convey my love.
I suspect he can’t find the words either.
He nods, conveying he understands my silent message. Gradually, the sparkle returns to his eyes.
I’m the first one to find my voice. “You did good, babe. I’m proud of you.”
His throat bobs with a swallow. “You sure you’re okay? It didn’t make you upset to see him? Or to see me...”
The tip of my tongue sneaks past my lips to wet them. “Kiss me first. Talk second.”
His mouth is on mine a breath later.
No delay. No teasing.
His kiss is commanding, intense, and tender all at once. When our tongues touch, sparks dance over my skin. Instinctively, my thighs spread like they’re welcoming him home.
I need him closer to me.
The possessive grip he has on my neck right over my collar makes my pussy clench, and a moan escapes me. His other hand goes exploring, trailing over my shoulder and toward my waist. Next thing I know, he’s slipping his hand under my skirt, teasing me over my panties.
I’d love to give into that urge, grind myself all over him, and beg him to fill me. But this isn’t the time for so many reasons.
Indulging in the teasing for a few more seconds, I tilt my hips to give him better access. The back of his knuckle runs up and down longways, spreading me open.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, I rasp, “Tomer, we can’t do this here.”
“Fuck. I know,” he rumbles, his voice holding a humorous trace of a pout. “But sugar, I need to make you come. You know what these dresses do to me. Can you be quiet? I’ll make it fast.”
“Babe,” I whine, still pumping my hips to enjoy his touch a second longer.
He drags his mouth over my neck, kissing and licking as he works from one side to the other. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to come? That’s unlike you.”
This sexy taunting fucker.
“In Mia’s office? That’s kind of rude.” With my head tilted back, I glance around the room. “On her desk, no less.”
“It’s fine. I’m pretty sure they fucked in the lair. This is payback.”
A soft chuckle vibrates my chest, but it quickly morphs into a gasp when he gets to that spot under my ear.
“How could you possibly know they did?” I pant out. “And payback? Really? You’re better than that.”
My body and mind are not on the same page regarding protecting the sanctity of Mia’s office and the pristine condition of her desk.Although my words mean to get him to stop, my pussy begs for more. Spreading my thighs wider, I pulse faster against his fingers. The hardness of his knuckle is heaven against my most sensitive spot.
He answers, “I overheard them talking about it the other day. At least, that’s what it sounded like. Either way, I need to feel my pussy clenching around my fingers before I go back to reality.”
Giggle . He said it was his again. I love that.
“Well, then. I guess I’ll need to be quiet, and you’ll need to be fast before they come looking for you and ruin my orgasm.”
He grunts as he reclaims my mouth, nibbling and tasting me. It’s a rougher kiss than before, like he’s unleashing himself. Those talented fingers of his creep around the edge of my panties, heading straight for my clit.
In between thrusts of his tongue against mine, he starts in with his dirty talk. “You’re soaked, sweetness.” Another kiss, drawing a whimper from me. “You want me to fill this needy pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I mewl, my breath coming choppy.“I’m so empty.”
He glides his deft fingers toward my opening, leaving his thumb on my clit. “What do you want me to fill it with?”
“Your cock.”
There’s a ghost of a smile in his reply. “Can’t do that right now.”
“Why not?”
Seriously, if he can finger bang me in here, why not the real thing? And if we’re getting Klein and Mia back for having sex, shouldn’t it be an even score? A sex for a sex. Which sounds weird, but it makes perfect sense if you think about it.
Maybe. I’m unsure because I’m short of breath and rapidly spiraling toward a delicious climax.
He pumps his fingers harder into me. “I left my wallet in my desk for the mission. No condom on me.”
My lips roll in a pout as I fight off a moan. “So sick of those.”
“You want me to fuck you bare and fill you with my cum, Lettie?”
My eyes spring open, searching his face to see if he’s serious.
He grins at me. “You like that idea, don’t you? You’re clenching around my fingers and grinding faster against my hand.”
Words don’t exist to describe how right he is.
“Not here,” I insist while nodding to confirm I do like it. “Later, we can talk about that.”
That settles it. Definitely want to get on birth control. I need to have him with nothing between us and feel his release drench my insides.
Fucking hell. That’s so hot.
“Yes, ma’am. Later then. As for now, be my good girl and quietly come for me.”
After that order—one I’m powerless to resist—he slams his lips to mine, smacking and lapping at my mouth with a renewed determination.
His hands go to work, expertly toying at my clit with his thumb and thrusting those fingers inside me. No clue how many he has in there right now. Could be one or four. I’m awash with euphoria. He adds an upward curl on each backward stroke, tapping my G-spot.
My eyes roll to the back of my skull, and tingles shoot out from my pussy in all directions. A keening sound starts in the back of my throat, racing to get free. I pinch my lips shut to keep quiet. If I make too much noise, he might stop.
And then I’ll surely cease to exist. I’m so freaking close to exploding that stopping now will kill me.
Give me orgasm, or give me death.
“Gotta be quiet, Lettie baby.” He slants his lips back over mine, greedily drinking up my pleasure-filled cries as I spasm around his fingers.
The darkness behind my eyelids flashes red, blue, purple, and orange. A prism of light, spinning and twirling through space in waves that match the pleasure pulsating throughout my body.
“Mmm,” he moans into my mouth.
Knowing that my climax pleases him prolongs my delicious high. He doesn’t stop until he’s rung every drop of pleasure out of me.
The sound of air whistling in and out of my lungs fills the room. His breath is almost as ragged as mine. His face might shine with more bliss, though. That’s fascinating, considering how thorough that orgasm was. Again, with penetration.
While that particular problem isn’t totally fixed, I’m certainly on my way back to normal. I get giddy when I climax without overthinking it or him having to expend boatloads of energy to make it happen. This time, I was simply so wrapped up in the moment that no nagging fears could penetrate my lust-addled brain.
He presses a chaste kiss to my lips as he removes his finger from my body and panties, leaving me bereft.
My lashes flicker as I reluctantly open my eyes. I long to soak in these tender moments with him forever.
He kisses the tip of my nose before pulling back. “Thank you.”
“Hey, that’s my line,” I tease. “And why are you thanking me? I just spread my legs while you rang my devil’s doorbell.”
His lips flatten as he holds back a laugh. “You’re nuts, Violet Holt.” He slants his head to the side, eyes flickering to the ceiling. “And that might explain why you love me.”
“Hush your mouth when you’re talking shit about yourself.”
We laugh softly, contentment surrounding us.
In the back of my mind, I still can’t figure out why he’s the one acting all grateful. “Seriously, why were you thanking me?”
“Because every time I touch you, I’m reminded how lucky I am.”
Holding him close, I trail my fingertips over his shoulders. “Laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you?”
He kisses me again, just a tiny peck. “Seeing you in this collar does things to me, sweetness. Not sure if you should keep wearing it around here. Especially if you’re going to be working down the hall. Every time I catch sight of it, I lose my mind.”
“We need to get you an office of your own then. Because I’m not taking it off.”
Out of nowhere, he ends our flirty banter. “How are you feeling? You said you were nauseous again. You need me to get you something? Ginger ale and crackers? It might help to keep something in your belly. When’s the last time you ate?”
Reflexively, I drop my head. “Uh, I skipped lunch.”
“Been drinking water?”
“A little.”
“Sugar bear, what am I going to do with you?”
With my cheeks pulled tightly in a grin, I glance at him from under my lashes. “Punish me like the naughty girl I am?”
His exhale is accompanied by a frustrated sigh. “In a minute, I’m taking you to the break room to get you something to eat and drink. You’ve got to start taking better care of yourself. Especially if...” His words are replaced with a sexy groan.
I’m torn between blowing a raspberry at him or swooning right off this desk. The brat and the good girl inside me are battling for dominance. Unfortunately, no clear winner prevails before he scoops some hair behind my ear and kisses me tenderly.
Swoon.
As he pulls away from me, his expression is carved with determination. “Lettie, I don’t want you to watch what’s going to happen with him tonight. I really don’t.”
A twinge of gloominess pierces my happy cloud, draining some of the bliss. Although I was leaning toward not watching, I hadn’t decided yet. Something about his request feels... wrong. But I can’t quite explain why.
“Why not?”
Before he answers, I figure out what feels so icky.Did he come in here and give me that amazing orgasm to put me in a more compliant mood? Was that a calculated seduction?
His face clouds over. That familiar confusion I’ve come to adore about him. It’s simultaneously frustrating and endearing. He’s so... him.
“Why don’t you want me to watch, babe?” I repeat.
“Do you really need to ask?”
As divergent as my thoughts are, I do need an explanation, so I press him a bit. “Is it because you don’t want me to see you hurting him? Are you planning on doing something I wouldn’t?—”
The disappointed look on his face causes the rest of the sentence to dry up.
“Lettie, no. That’s not it.”
“Sorry, babe. I don’t know if you’re asking me not to watch to protect me or to protect you.”
“ You . I’m trying to protect you.” He cups my cheeks, his eyes anchoring to mine and holding me captive in their depths. “I’m so fucking proud of how much you’ve healed. I don’t want you to have a setback because of that fucker. He doesn’t get to take another ounce of happiness from you. I won’t let him.”
The earnestness of his declaration rings true, smoothing my feathers and warming my soul.
“Okay, babe. I won’t watch.”
“Do you promise?”
I smile at him warmly. “Yes.”
“And I promise I’ll tell you as much or as little as you want to hear about the intel we get from him.”
Contentment dusts over me. “I have to admit something.”
He quirks his head to the side, looking as curious as a cat. Adorable.
“A minute ago, I had a fleeting thought you gave me some happy hand time to make me agreeable. So I wouldn’t argue with you about watching the... you know. Sorry . I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“I know.”
He gnashes his teeth together, tipping his head from side to side. “However, I have a slight confession too. Although I didn’t do it consciously, I might have needed those few minutes of bringing you pleasure to remind me what I’m fighting for.”
Huh.
“Fighting for?”
“Needed a fresh reminder of the woman I’m earning. Something to stop me from killing him tonight after he tells me what I need to know.”
My response comes out in a squeak that barely hides my laughter. “You finger banged me so you wouldn’t kill him?”
His nose scrunches up. “I think I did. Is that weird?”
Deep waves of laughter swell up from my belly. “If there’s a problem and making me climax is the solution, I’d be a damned fool to deny you that opportunity. Especiallyif it helps you feel stronger so you can be the man you want to be.”
“That’s very generous of you.”
“I’m a giver.”
His laugh tickles my lips before he kisses me, long and deep.
And then he makes good on his threat to make me eat, hauling me into the break room. He pulls out a chair for me like a proper Southern gentleman. After he places a sandwich and bottle of water in front of me, he commands me to fill my belly. The little twinkle in his eye the whole time has me on my best behavior.
Once I take my first bite, he kisses me on the top of my head and disappears into a cloud of sexy pheromones.
Can’t believe he made me come so he’d feel strong enough to let Yev live. As if what’s between my legs holds some magic power.
Laughing to myself, I glance at my groin area and whisper, “Good job, little kitty. You’re a hero.”