Chapter 8 #2
In their silence the air began to smell delightfully arousing.
As though the scents themselves could caress a heavy lidded craving into her tired body.
Janice grabbed her shirt front, mouth suddenly dry and feeling as though her underwear were notably soaked, and forced herself to exhale.
The sound coming out as a soft whimper as opposed to the calming release it should have been.
Sascha released his hand and they both turned to hover over her. “Are you alright?” Sascha asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe Warren should take you out to get some air for a couple minutes. I can take your stuff to the break room.”
Warren nodded and passed the other woman the stuff he held. “I think that’s a good idea. I’ll take her outside. I have something to talk about with her anyway.”
Sascha took the drink and bag from him, saying lowly, “If you hurt my friend, I’ll find you dog.” She spat the word like a curse.
His grin was humored when he replied quietly. “Lucky for you, I only want to please her.”
Now, yes, they were talking about Janice like she wasn’t there.
. . but that was fine. Completely fine. Well, at least, right now, that was fine.
She was more concerned with the visions of Warren ravishing her dancing in her head.
The memory of his mouth on her set tantalizing tingles in her core and her congested inside ached for him.
She wanted him touching her, his hands groping and massaging her breasts, her behind.
. . Her mind even flirted with the idea of him taking her from behind.
Her hands and knees digging into blankets as a he ravaged her—
Warren wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Do you want to clock out before we go talk?”
Janice blinked at him, uncertain what he was talking about. She hadn’t been paying much attention. Instead, she’d been lost in thoughts of how it would feel to be taken from behind. Her core pulsed tauntingly in time with her imagination.
“She can take a fifteen minute break without clocking out. But if you wouldn’t mind picking up and bringing her back some actual food before you go, I’d appreciate it. I think she needs to take some pain medicine. She’s been pretty out of it all day.” Sascha frowned worriedly as she studied Janice.
Warren nodded. “That’s fine, I don’t mind. I’ll find out what she wants to eat while I talk with her.”
“Set a timer.” Sascha clipped before turning abruptly away.
“Yes, ma’am.” He muttered quietly as he led Janice outside and around the building. When they were approaching his car, parked in the back parking lot, he said. “That’s a scary friend you’ve got there.”
Janice stared at the ground, resisting the urge to throw herself at the man now that they were outside of her job. “She’s just hormonal and hasn’t been that fond of men in general recently.”
Warren’s chest jumped with a soft scoffing. “Considering the fact I’m pretty sure she just threatened to eat me if I hurt you, I think it’s a bit more than just being on bad terms with men.”
Janice frowned in confusion. Eat him, he said. What kind of threat—
“Your scary friend aside, I’m glad to see you again.” He cast a glance at her and smiled. “I really would have rather kept you with me this morning.”
It was fascinating to see his hatchback in the daytime. It was a deep grey-blue color with windows so darkly tinted you couldn’t see through them. Uncertain how to respond to his statement, Janice said, “How do you drive that thing with the windows so dark?”
He breathed a laugh. “There’s actually a dial so that I can decide how tinted I want the windows, but when the car is off, they become that dark as a default. I prefer people not being able to see inside.”
Janice considered that. She supposed that was a good thing, because she had certainly benefited from the darkness of his windows the night before with all her business out where Warren could see.
. . And taste. A light warmth started in her cheeks and she pursed her lips as she shifted.
She really wanted to kiss him. To pull him down against her and feel his practiced tongue stroke soft moans out of her while his hands traveled over her body.
She wanted him to pull her up against him and grind the evidence of his desire against the pulsing insanity that drove her to him.
“Shall we get in?” he asked when they reached the rear driver’s side door.
Janice looked up at him, her breath picking up slightly as she shifted her thighs together. She wanted his hand between her legs. Her nod was slow, her gaze glued to his handsome face. She really wanted to kiss him.
Warren opened the door for her and she climbed into the back seat, sitting on the still laid out seats.
She ran her hand over the soft velvet fur covering the seats.
She didn’t remember this from last night.
She pushed her fingers into the fur of the luxurious fabric as Warren climbed in to join her and closed the door behind them. “Have you always had this back here?”
He pulled out his phone and began pressing icons. “It’s a cover. I have a couple of them back home, but I thought you might enjoy this one.” He set the phone on the seat. “I can bring the rest of them with me this afternoon if you’re willing to meet me after you get off.”
Janice frowned. “Why do you want to keep seeing me? I don’t understand.”
He slid off the seat and moved to sit on his knees before her.
His smile was thoughtful. “If I’m being honest, I’m not completely sure.
But I do know that I like you. I’m attracted to you and I want to help you through this time.
” He breathed a laugh. “I also don’t want anyone else touching you right now.
” Janice felt excitement drip from her at his words.
“But we’ve got less than fifteen minutes. Let’s just enjoy ourselves for now.”
She frowned at him, uncertain what he meant and then his hands were on her knees, spreading them apart enough that he could reach the button of her pants. Her eyes widened in surprised disbelief and a thrill of desire spilled low. “W-What are you doing?” She asked nervously.
He grinned boyishly up at her. “I did say I wanted to taste you.”
Her face flamed. She had no idea how to respond to that.
“I try to stay true to my word.” He said as he unzipped her pants and stood on his knees between her legs.
A hand on her stomach urged her to lie back and since she couldn’t currently come up with a single good reason not to let him satisfy the craving she’d had for his mouth on her body, she obeyed.
“If I say I’m going to do something, odds are I’m going to go through with it.
” He said conversationally as he began to pull her shoes from her feet and then her pants from her hips.
“But I would never do something to you where we could get in trouble for it, so don’t worry about me actually laying you out to feast upon you in the bank.
If I want to eat you on a table, I’ll do it somewhere there aren’t cameras to catch us in the act.
” When he pulled her pants from her feet he stopped to run an affectionate hand over her hip.
“Now, I like these. . .” His voice was a husky timber and Janice had to look down to see what he was looking at.
She was wearing a pair of red silk panties with an ample amount of border lace at the top. They were both one of her most comfortable and favorite pairs she owned. And he looked like a starving man who’d happened upon a massive feast.
Janice swallowed nervously, shifting her thighs together as the scent of desire eclipsed her mind.
His hands ran over her hips before hooking over her panties and pulling them down.
His mouth pressed kisses to the inside of her knee as his knuckles and the fabric grazed over her legs and Janice shivered as excitement burst through her.
“—How many?”
The end of Warren’s question caught her ear and she tried to blink her mind clear of the sensation of his mouth on her thigh as he spread her knees and pulled her forward so that her butt hung off the edge of the seat back.
Swallowing hard, she tried to regulate her erratic breathing. “‘How many’ what?”
“How many times do you think you can come in ten minutes?” He rumbled the question around a mouthful of thigh, sending spasms of anticipation though her congested sex.
“I—” She swallowed hard. How the hell was she supposed to answer that question? “I don’t—”
“Do you want to find out?” She could feel him kissing his way up the inside of her thigh, her breathing ragged with anticipation and her core pulsing with excitement.
“Let’s find out together.” And then he unleashed that unholy mouth on her, her moans escaping as he used all he’d learned the night before to drive her wild on that soft, caressing fur.