CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE NSFW NOT SANITARY FOR WORK LUNA
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
NSFW: NOT SANITARY FOR WORK
LUNA
Iwas right the night before.
I would be embarrassed in the cold light of day.
I was fairly certain I’d pushed Rhys too far.
Maybe even made him uncomfortable. He’d barely spoken to me all day.
Getting ready for work at the same time hadn’t been a problem because he’d seemed to be doing everything in his power to avoid me.
It was a wonder that he hadn’t run outside of the car to get farther from me when we’d left for Rye.
Like always when we got to the bar, he started getting everything in the back of the house up and running before going to his office to deal with that stuff.
I’d taken over the front of the house stuff, so I headed that way to get it going.
I was halfway through my checklist and was about to restock the garnish trays when I spotted them.
Paper umbrellas.
And little dagger things.
Both.
In the absolute brightest colors that didn’t match the vibe of Rye in any way, shape, or form.
Of course he’d overheard.
Of course he’d done something so ridiculous.
And of course all this happened just after I ruined things.
Despite the regret that twisted in my chest, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at the dumb things. I wasn’t even sure when he’d put them out since they hadn’t been there the day before…
When he went back in before we left.
Forgot his phone, my ass.
I needed to talk to him, but the conversation was definitely not safe for work. I would just have to keep my distance for the night and talk to him in the car before hiding out in the bedroom. Or it could blow over before then.
I was hoping for the latter, but I wasn’t counting on it.
Moving toward the server station, I came to a second abrupt halt in as many minutes.
A blender. Not a dinky home one, either.
If I hadn’t already pieced together the why, the curvy glasses that now lined the shelf beneath would’ve made it clear.
He’d gotten me what I needed for pina coladas.
Never mind, I need to talk to him now.
I walked to the office just as he was stepping out.
“Can I talk to you?” I asked.
He barely slowed as he turned toward the kitchen. “After pre-shift meeting.”
Damn.
It was only fifteen minutes, but those fifteen minutes dragged. I barely got anything else done because I kept looking up at every footstep.
Thankfully, the pre-shift meeting was fast. But when I pulled my focus from Kodie and the burger special he was sampling, Rhys was gone.
Double damn.
More embarrassment crept into my head to further ruin my mood.
The man buys you paper umbrellas, and you thank him by defiling his bed.
As badly as I wished I could retreat to my spot behind the bar and hope it all went away, I was an adult. It was a conversation that needed to be had. I wouldn’t run from it.
It was a decision that I almost instantly regretted when I neared his office and saw him waiting in the open doorway.
Leaning up against the jamb.
With his arms crossed.
If he was in just loose shorts, it would’ve been exactly like the night before.
Just somehow even more awkward since he would be shirtless at work.
“I—Oh. You’re here,” I finally stammered.
His brow arched. “You said you needed me.”
Ain’t that the truth?
“The word talk was thrown around,” he added when I just stood there, my brain fritzing out.
“Right.”
He gestured into his office.
“Right,” I repeated on a whisper as I moved into the room.
He closed the door, and I expected him to stand there or maybe sit at his desk. Instead, he sat at the center of the couch and slouched back.
Behind his desk, he looked every bit the boss he was.
Sitting like that, so effortlessly dominant, he was like a king looking at all that belonged to him.
He gave a lazy spin of his finger. “What did you need?”
You.
Shit.
I cleared my throat a little. “I, uh, noticed the umbrellas and swords. I’m assuming that was because of what I said to LaQuin. If so, thanks.”
“Did you see the drink stuff?”
I nodded. “Thank you for that, but I don’t drink here.”
“Now you will.”
“I… Okay.” I inhaled deeply and did something I loathed. Not because I was too proud to admit I’d messed up. I just hated having a reason to do it. But since I did, I apologized. “I also wanted to say that I’m sorry.”
Another brow raise. It was sexy.
I didn’t trust it.
“About?” he rumbled.
“For last night. That was… I shouldn’t have… I know this isn’t the time to get into it, but I wanted to say I’m sorry.”
“So say it.”
“What?”
“You keep saying that you wanted to say sorry. So say it.”
I did want to, but maybe now I don’t.
Since saying that or rolling my eyes would negate the apology I owed, I kept myself in check. “I’m sorry.”
“You aren’t.”
Okay, never mind.
I rolled my eyes and added an immature huff for good measure. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”
“You misunderstand, hellcat. You aren’t sorry. Not yet. But you will be.” I didn’t get the chance to ask what that meant when he put his boot to the edge of the coffee table and pushed it away while crooking two fingers with that same blasé attitude.
I went to him.
I couldn’t not. My body moved like there was a string tethering those beckoning fingers to my buzzing clit.
When I stood in front of him, his lips curved into the wicked smirk he’d given me all night at the clubhouse. The one that held a warning. A challenge.
One he issued out loud. “Pull your pants and panties down to your knees.”
“W-what?” I stammered.
“I don’t repeat myself, Luna.”
It was so stupid of me to like that. To want to hear it more.
But his honey and gravel voice rumbling my real name?
It zipped right to my clit, too.
“This won’t even be the first time, will it?” He scanned down my body, pausing at the apex of my thighs. “If I would’ve lifted my shirt out of the way last night, would I have seen your pretty pussy?” His hand rubbed across his jaw as he slowly lifted his gaze back to meet mine. “Yeah. Thought so.”
I didn’t move.
Not because I wasn’t willing.
I just wasn’t completely sure I hadn’t gotten electrocuted by the new blender, and it was all a coma dream.
He mistook my stillness for indecision. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll close my eyes while you do it, and then you can block yourself with your hands. Now pull them down because I’m not gonna say it again.”
His lids were barely closed when I hurriedly undid the tight jeans and wiggled them and my panties down before positioning my hands to cover myself.
And hopefully some of the shiny slickness that coated my inner thighs.
“Ready?” he asked, and I nodded before realizing that wouldn’t work.
“Yeah,” I rasped.
His lids opened, carnal heat filling his blue eyes as a pleased smile curved his mouth. “Brave girl.”
“Brave?” I asked.
He jerked his head toward the door. “Anyone could walk in right now.”
Oh hell.
My front was covered from his view, but my short top did not hide a single inch of my bare ass.
Before I could hyperventilate about that, Rhys moved slowly. Tormentingly slow, like he had all the time in the world. He kept his eyes locked on me as he leaned forward.
Like he was waiting for me to back away.
I didn’t.
His lips grazed the front of my thigh, and my sharp gasp mixed with his groan. “Fuck, you smell incredible.”
As if to prove his point, he inhaled deeper. Filling his lungs with the scent of my arousal. His exhale was almost animalistic, and he doubled down on that, too.
Turning his head, he bit my soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark. I hoped he did. I wanted to beg him to do it again. To bite the other and balance it out. To touch me. Somehow. In some way.
But I didn’t dare move as I waited to see what he did next.
Locked in our game.
His lids lowered.
My breath caught.
And he leaned back.
The bastard.
“Pull your panties up.” He opened an eye enough to look at my face. “Just the panties.”
I started to tug them up, but something was weighing them down.
Oh yes.
I mean, oh no.
No, no, no.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the little device was he’d somehow attached to my panties while I was distracted.
“I’m opening my eyes,” he warned, and I hurriedly put the fabric in place—mini vibrator and all. He stretched an arm out across the back of the couch. I didn’t even notice the little plastic remote in his hand until he clicked a button.
I jolted when vibration buzzed between my legs.
“Nah, not right.”
It feels pretty damn right to me.
The power cut, and Rhys leaned forward again. He took something off the front of my panties and adjusted the vibrator position before pushing it between my folds.
And right against my clit.
His deft, thick fingers were so close to my core. Grazing until I was literally shaking with need.
He put the piece—a magnet, I realized—back into place to hold the device where he wanted it before slouching again. He touched the remote.
I jolted again and barely bit back a whimper at the intensity on my clit.
“There we go,” he said, looking pretty damn pleased with himself. “Pull your jeans up.”
If I’d been tempted to argue or point out the multitude of reasons why it was a bad idea, his expectant smirk would’ve been enough to change my mind. He was waiting for a fight.
One that I had no interest in giving.
It was my turn to hold the eye contact as I shimmied my jeans over my ass and secured them.
The challenge in his hooded eyes morphed to a kind of mutual pain as he watched.
He wasn’t turned off that things jiggled on my body.
He was turned on.
A fact he made abundantly clear by pushing the heel of his palm against the erection that was trapped at an uncomfortable angle in his black jeans. And unlike me, he didn’t—or couldn’t—bite back his gruff whimper.
I wanted to memorize the sound. To record it. I would set it as my alarm. I would even take my phone off silent and set it as my ringtone.
It would be the soundtrack I played every time I touched myself.
But the whimper and the heat in his gaze were both gone, along with the vibration. He was back to looking bored as he gave a dismissive flick toward the door. “Go finish your stuff before we open.”
This is going to be a disaster.