Chapter 24 Loche #2
I walked inside the office and retrieved an unassembled Bankers Box from the stack leaning against the wall, taking it to my desk to assemble it.
“I spoke to the prosecutor’s office this morning. They aren’t pressing any charges for Travis’s death.”
I stopped what I was doing and gaped at her, incredulously. “Were charges even on the table to begin with? The psychotic fuck tried to kill the both of us. If what you did wasn’t self-defense, I don’t know what is.”
“You don’t know his parents. They were very insistent that I must have tricked him into absconding from parole and lured him to my house.”
Maybe his parents need to be paid a visit from a couple of masked men.
“You have that crazy look in your eyes that you get whenever you’re thinking of doing something that could get you arrested.” Ever stopped typing, eyeing me warily.
I shook my head, plastering on a wide grin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“That does little to comfort me.”
I folded down the sides of the box and picked up the lid to assemble it as well. “All I’m saying is, a throat punch gets the message across.” Box assembled, I opened my desk drawers to search for any personal effects that may still be in there.
“So, this is all real, then?” Ever stood up and leaned against the edge of her desk. Her pencil skirt had ridden up from just below her knees to about mid-thigh, commanding my attention away from packing. “I’m going to miss having you here.”
I laughed. “No, you’re not.”
“No, really! I am. Sure, I may have despised you at first, but you can’t deny that the heated, sexual tension between us made things a little—”
“Frustrating?”
“But in a good way.”
I met Ever’s eyes, seeing in them the myriad of ways I’d envisioned claiming her in this very office.
“Oh,” she said, quickly breaking eye contact and turning her attention to her desk to rummage through one of its drawers.
“I have something for you.” She pulled out the mug I’d claimed as mine and handed it to me.
“Sorry, I stole it. It was probably childish of me, but it felt so damn good at the time.”
“That’s okay, I stole it, too.”
“What? You didn’t! From where?”
“You mean from whom? I’m a little concerned you think I shoplifted it from somewhere as opposed to just taking it from someone here.”
“I’m not sure which one is worse.”
“Truth be told, it was a mug that was purchased by the firm for communal use.”
“Then why were you so protective of it?”
“I saw you using it, and I didn’t want anyone else’s lips touching anywhere yours had been.” Ever’s mouth fell open as I packed the mug inside the box. “That reminds me. I have something for you, too.”
“I’m almost too afraid to ask.”
I opened the bottom drawer and pulled out the peacock feather, walking around my desk. “I think this belongs to you.”
Ever eyed the feather, looking from my hand to my face. “How many did you pluck?”
“A couple. One to send to you and one I couldn’t bring myself to part with.”
“What’s so special about this one?”
I ran the feather along the soft, smooth skin of her cheek, slowly moving it down her neck. “I’ll give you one guess.” My eyes moved down her body and back up again.
Ever’s breath hitched, remembering the part of her body this feather had touched.
I ran the plumes under my nose. “It still smells like you,” I said, setting the feather down next to her.
“You know, after I moved into your office, there were days when I didn’t know whether I wanted to stab you with a letter opener or make you bend me over my desk.”
“What about now?”
Ever backed up to the door, pushing it closed and reaching for the knob to lock it. Eyes finding mine, she slinked back over to me. “I have a meeting in five minutes.”
“That’s quite the deadline. I usually like to have more time.”
“Worried you can’t perform under pressure?”
I grabbed her by the hips and turned her around, forcing her body against her desk.
My hand trailed up her partially exposed thigh, pulling her skirt up the rest of the way to expose her thong in the same shade of green as the blouse she was wearing.
“You shouldn’t have said that, little bird,” I whispered, bending her body over her desk.
My hand traveled up her torso, coming to rest against her neck.
On the corner of Ever’s desk sat a metal ruler. Without hesitation, my fingers curled around its cold, metal length and slapped it against the smooth skin of her exposed ass.
Ever flinched, lips drawn together tightly as she suppressed a squeal. “Are you going to talk to me like that again,” I dropped my voice as low as it would go, resembling something of a growl near her ear, “or do I need to punish you some more?”
“You know I’m a slow learner.” She pushed her ass against my jeans, rubbing it against my already rock-hard dick. Such. A. Bad. Girl.
“Is that so?” I wound my fingers through her long, thick hair and pulled her head back, allowing us to look each other in the eyes.
“I guess it’s time for another lesson.” Exercising less care, I brought the ruler back and smacked her in the same spot.
She jumped, muffling a shriek with her hand placed over her mouth.
Not one to waste time we didn’t have, I slapped the ruler against Ever’s backside again even harder. A sharp hiss fell from her lips. I pulled her hair, tipping her head back with my lips hovering over hers.
“Four more minutes, Mr. Greene.”
“Tell me, Nevermore. When you were sitting behind your desk and I was at mine, how did you envision me fucking you?”
She turned around when I let go of her hair, a tight smile creeping across her face. Oh, shit. I may be in trouble here.
“On your knees—now.” Ever sat on the edge of her desk, leaning back on her hands while slowly spreading her legs.
Nothing could have kept the smile off my face, and I dropped to my knees faster than a congregant at prayer, wrapping my arms under Ever’s knees on the way down.
The soft skin of her thighs met my lips as I began my journey up her leg, savoring the taste of her on my way up north.
When I reached her thong, my fingers pulled it to the side, exposing her glistening, wet pussy, taking in the heady scent of her arousal.
“I’ll never get tired of the way you smell.”
Ever sucked in a breath as I ran my tongue along the inside of her lips, stopping just shy of her clit, my dick throbbing with her own anticipation.
“Loche,” Ever moaned softly the moment my tongue flicked over the bundle of nerves that rendered her boneless under my touch.
I took her clit into my mouth, sucking it gently while my tongue ran circles around it.
One of my hands was positioned on her hip while two fingers from my other hand slipped inside of her.
Ever’s hand gripped my hair, and she bucked her hips against my mouth, riding my tongue.
I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care.
Death from suffocation between Ever’s legs wouldn’t exactly be the worst way to die.
My only regret would be that there wasn’t a pen within reach to scrawl my final wishes for my cause of death to be etched on my tombstone before heading into the light.
I crooked my fingers inside of her, increasing the pressure on her clit with my mouth while my tongue lapped over it, drinking it in as though it were a glass of water and I was in the desert.
“Loche,” Ever moaned, doing her best to keep her voice down for fear of prying ears outside our door. “Don’t fucking stop.”
As if that was going to happen.
Ever’s breathing became more labored, a sign she was on the verge of letting go as she shamelessly ground her pussy in my face. She tasted like honey, sweet and tart at the same time. A taste that would keep me coming back for more, as if anything was going to be able to keep me away from her.
Sensing her climax fast-approaching, I thrust another finger inside of her, relishing in how absolutely soaking wet I’d made her. Her body tensed, and a soft moan tumbled out of her when her pussy clenched around my fingers, the intensity of her orgasm making my dick throb.
“Fuck.” Ever panted. Her arms shook, barely holding her body up.
A slight breeze could have toppled her over, and I wrapped my arm around her back, allowing her to rest while I withdrew my fingers from inside her.
Meeting her eyes, I stuck them in my mouth one by one, tasting the remnants of her on my tongue.
Ever reached out and pulled me into her, soft, full lips crashing into my own.
Her tongue parted my mouth, finding its way to mine.
She had to be tasting herself on my tongue, and with the moans she was making, it seemed she was enjoying it.
Goddamnit, she was sexy. Ever’s hand reached out and grabbed the waistband of my pants, just beginning to undo the button, when a knock at the door brought everything to a grinding halt.
“Just a minute,” she called out to the mystery person on the other side of the door, hurriedly scooting off her desk and pulling her skirt down.
“Mrs. Carter is here for your two o’clock appointment,” Caroline’s voice said outside the door.
“I’ll be right there,” Ever answered her before turning back to me with an apologetic look on her face. “Think you can finish in thirty to forty seconds?”
“I feel like that’s a trap.” I laughed. Ever reached for my jeans, and I grabbed her hand, holding it in mine. “It’s okay. We can take care of me later.”
“I’m sorry,” she said apologetically.
“I mean, you did hog the entire five minutes, but I also guess that’s on me for not making you come quicker.”
“Exactly. It’s totally your fault.” She sighed, her eyes traveling to the door. “I need to get this meeting started. Jack’s probably already in the conference room with the client.”
I held up my hands. “It’s not me stopping you, Nevermore. I know I’m irresistible and all, but you really should learn some self-control.”
Her eyes traveled down to my pants and back up again. “I’ll see you tonight?”
I nodded. “That you will. Someone has to make sure Vinny gets the appropriate number of treats.”
“You need to quit bribing my turtle.”
“Afraid she likes me better?”
Ever rolled her eyes before turning to make her way to the door. “She’s a filthy traitor, is what she is.”
“Hey,” I called out to her. “Why don’t you leave your window open for old time’s sake?”