Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Rage
There’s something about a woman with a sense of adventure.
I’m not talking about sky diving or swimming with sharks—that’s next-level and I have my male buddies for that.
It’s not what I need from a woman, though I certainly wouldn’t be against it.
But I’m talking about everyday types of adventures, because while the former kind are exciting, it’s the latter that gives any relationship a boost.
Personally, I’m all about having a good time when I’m not on assignment.
From something as simple as playing footsies at work during a meeting to something a little more intense—like having sex in a storage closet where anyone could potentially walk in on us.
I don’t know how Luna feels about that kind of thing but I’m about to find out.
A minute later I see the doorknob turn and I lean against the row of floor-to-ceiling shelves that line one wall.
“What are we doing in here?” she asks with an innocent smile.
“Close the door and you’ll find out.”
She does as I ask, and I crook my finger at her. There’s a beat of hesitation before she approaches me, and I pull her against my chest.
“So, here’s how things are going to work,” I say in a low, gruff voice. “From a sex perspective only, you do what I say, when I say it, no matter where we are.”
Her eyes widen. “But—”
I put a finger over her lips. “No buts. Those are the rules. Do you want to play or not?”
“I’m not into letting people watch,” she says quietly. “Especially here at work. That’s non-negotiable.”
“Noted. Any other hardcore limits?”
“I mean, probably quite a few but—”
“But we don’t have to talk about those now because we won’t ever do anything over-the-top here at the office.”
She frowns. I watch her brows knit together just enough to indicate that she’s on the fence.
But what I have in mind is going to be enjoyable for both of us.
So, instead of talking, I dip my head and capture her lips.
She’s as sweet and sexy as I remember, her mouth opening for mine without hesitation.
Since it’s not our first kiss, and we don’t have a ton of time, I take the lead and slide my tongue between her lips. Her breath is warm against my skin, and she melts into me, her tongue eagerly toying with mine.
I knew long before I touched her that kissing her would be memorable but this is so fucking perfect. The way she sounds as a tiny whimper escapes her. The way she feels practically draped all over me. Even the way she tastes with our mouths fused together.
Absolute fucking perfection.
“Take off your panties,” I say abruptly as I break the kiss.
“Wh—”
“If I have to repeat myself, you won’t like the consequences.” I hold out my hands. “Panties.”
Her cheeks turn red but she wiggles them down her thighs and holds onto my arm as she steps out of them. Then, with slow precision and a smirk on her pretty face as she seemingly gets into the game, she gently places them in my outstretched hand.
“Now what?”
“Now turn around, put your hands on the table, and spread your legs.”
She hesitates again but then seems to think twice about it, whirling and getting into position.
Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about what I’m going to do to her.
I kneel behind her, running my hands along her smooth calves. I’d love to take out my cock and drive into her, but we honestly don’t have a lot of time and there’s no way in hell she’ll be able to stay quiet if I do.
She may not be able to stay quiet when I do this either, but I have all the control this way. Which is exactly the way I like it.
“You’ll need to keep quiet if you don’t want everyone to know what we’re doing,” I murmur, nuzzling her ass through the tight skirt plastered against it.
“Rage…” Her voice is a breathy whisper.
“Uh huh. Right here.” I run my hands up the sides of her legs, lifting her skirt as I do. With her panties in my pocket, I know exactly what I’m about to see and her ass is as perfect as I imagined. Smooth. Round. Soft, silky skin. I run my cheek along one of hers and feel her shudder.
Perfect.
Nothing better than a woman struggling to stay in control.
I drag a line of kisses down one side and then up the other, using my hands to stroke and tease, though I stay far away from the area between her legs.
“Elliott.” Her voice is raspy, her breath catching a little at the end.
I’ve been Rage for so long, almost no one ever calls me Elliott. Hearing it from her, when I’m about to go down on her, sends a shot of arousal straight to my cock. And I was already hard so that says something about how attracted I am to her.
“What’s the matter?” I whisper. “Does something feel good?”
“Yes.”
I chuckle. “Bend over so your chest is on the table.”
She dips down and I slide her skirt the rest of the way up, so it’s bunched around her hips.
Using my fingers, I gently spread her open and watch her quiver in anticipation. As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing better than going down on a beautiful woman. Especially this one. I’ve imagined this moment so many times—and reality is better than anything I dreamed up.
With the tip of my tongue, I trace a line along her slit. I’m gratified to hear a long, low moan leave her.
“So pretty and pink,” I murmur. She tastes like musky woman and dessert, equal parts tangy and sweet. Her legs tremble with each pass of my tongue, and satisfaction fills me.
I swirl my tongue a little faster, using my thumb to put pressure on her clit.
I roll it back and forth, simultaneously gliding my tongue in and out of her warm, wet center.
Her body starts to writhe, up and down, back and forth, pressing against my face.
She’s so wet it’s starting to pool at her entrance and I take advantage, spreading it up toward her asshole and using it to lubricate the area before pushing the tip of one finger into the tight, puckered hole.
She gasps and moans at the same time, the sound filling the room.
“Just a little,” I whisper. “Nothing crazy.”
Then I go back to licking her into oblivion. Her hips are moving frantically now, anxious for more, but I don’t give it to her. Not yet.
“Oh fuck, Elliott…please!” she hisses.
“Soon, princess.” I stab my tongue into her pussy and press my finger just a little deeper into her ass. I watch her knees begin to shake and tremble, and she scrambles to hold on to something on the table. Her hands slide back and forth, as she pants and groans.
Pushing her forward, I drop my mouth further and latch on to her clit, biting down just enough to make her cry out. I suck it between my lips, hard and fast, and then let go. I do it several times until she’s whimpering, her body shaking with the need for release.
“P-please!” she whispers, her voice almost a moan.
“Take the rest of my finger and I’ll let you come,” I encourage.
She moans again in response but then shifts, arching her ass up against my finger.
“That’s a good girl,” I say softly, pushing my finger the rest of the way in. Then I suckle her clit with firm strokes, tugging until I feel her tighten against me. I pick up speed, adding a touch more pressure, and her cry is muffled against the arm she brought up to cover her mouth.
Feeling her gush against my face is fucking amazing and I gently finger fuck her ass as I continue my assault on her clit. She bucks and writhes, riding out her orgasm and then finally collapses against the table.
“I’m impressed,” I say with a grin. “You were pretty quiet, all things considered.”
“Holy shit,” she whispers, sighing with what sounds like contentment. “That was hard! Jesus, where’d you learn to do that thing with your tongue?”
“I dunno.” I pull my hands free and gently tug her skirt back down.
She slowly straightens up and turns to me.
Fuck, but she’s pretty when her eyes are all glassy and her cheeks are flushed.
“That was fun,” I say, pressing a kiss on her lips.
“It was.” She’s still a little shaky on her feet so I pull her to my chest.
“But why at work?” she asks.
“It felt like the right time.”
“When do I get to repay the favor?”
“There’s no repayment required—this isn’t transactional. But any time you feel the need to suck my dick, I’m ready, willing, and able.”
“When is our next night off?”
“I don’t know, but let’s compare calendars and make it happen.”
She nestles deeper into my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. She feels perfect pressed against me, her body warm and soft and in no hurry to move.
It’s been a long time since I felt so content with a woman.
As of right now, she’s officially mine and I intend to make sure she knows it.