Chapter 33 – Aster
ASTER
I’m in the ballroom, still completely unsure where Lily is to the point my body is buzzing with worry. I’m trying not to show that anxiety too visibly, but damn, I’m seconds from breaking my “no tracking” rule.
“Hey,” Lily says, popping up behind me, and relief floods my chest.
“Thank god,” I whisper, sliding an arm around her and pulling her close. “I was worried about you.”
“All good,” she says, hesitation swimming in her pretty blue eyes.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. How’d it go?” She fiddles with my bow tie. “Learn anything?”
“You mean besides the fact that Isla wants to bone me?” And she’s apparently well-versed in the weapons industry and the inner happenings of the Blake family.
Lily snorts a laugh. “No way.”
“Is that so unbelievable? I recall you being very open to the opportunity.”
“The opportunity, huh?” she asks, brow cocked.
“Mm-hmm.” I graze my knuckles along her ribs.
“I thought we agreed to wait for the real part of our date until after?”
“I’m sorry?” I brush my fingertips across her bare skin, tracing the ink on her arms. “I didn’t hear anything you just said.”
“Aster!” She shoves me away.
“When purchasing this dress, I didn’t consider it would affect my concentration at such a potent level.”
“Okay, Casanova, calm down.”
I groan. “Fun killer.”
She pokes my chest. “Serial killer.”
“Whoa.” I place my hand over hers. “Too. Far.” She crunches her nose with a teasing shrug. “Did you find anything?”
“Let’s just say you’re not the only one who almost got boned by a Westerford.”
“Uh.” My mouth falls open. “I never said she almost boned me, I said she wanted to.” My jaw tightens as I try to calm the little green monster inside me. “I’m going to need you to be much more specific.”
“Pretty sure Jude wanted to fuck me on his desk.” And… here comes the Hulk.
“I’m sorry, what the hell did you just say?” I ask in disbelief, fist clenching at my side. “Did he—”
“No,” she cuts me off. “Nothing happened. We were interrupted.”
“Interrupted?” I scoff, unable to fight the rumbling jealousy. “So that’s the only reason nothing happened.”
She rolls her eyes. “We do not have time for your little fit right now.”
“Hey.” I grip her chin, bringing her lips inches from mine. “I think it’s perfectly understandable for a man to be unhappy that some married douche was putting the moves on his girl.”
“Your girl?” She cocks a brow, and I shrug with an unabashed grin, gliding a hand along her side.
“If the dress fits.”
“Okay.” Lily presses a finger to my chest and pushes me away. “Back to business.”
“Lame.”
“Should we try the service corridor again?”
“I thought you said you wanted to wait until later?” I ask with a smirk, and she slaps me across the shoulder. “Hey!”
“I meant to see if there’s access to the cellar.”
“Oh.” I pout. “Yeah, I suppose that’s a good idea.”
“Should I go in while you stand watch?”
“Hell no,” I say firmly, eyes holding hers. “The last time we were in there, we witnessed a murder. I won’t let you be next. No more splitting up.”
“Fine,” she concedes, and we make our way to the door. When the coast appears clear, we slip inside. My heart stops as a waiter passes us. They nod without a word, and it seems the security guards are the only ones who give a shit where guests are.
“If someone walks by, just look bored, like you’re supposed to be here.”
She waves a hand at herself. “I’m clearly not supposed to be here.”
“It’ll be fine. Just relax.” We turn a corner to another endless hallway. “This place is a maze.”
“I checked the original building plans last night. But it seems they changed a lot.” We pass a familiar door, and I freeze, then backpedal slowly to peek inside the room.
My view is much clearer now that I’m not hiding.
There’s a large ornate desk, and I’m assuming it’s the one Lily was referring to regarding Jude’s intentions. “What’s wrong?” she asks a pace ahead.
“I want to fuck you on that desk,” I say, pointing inside.
“Aster!” She grabs my jacket, attempting to tug me away, but I stand firm. “We don’t have time for that. And besides, we could get caught.”
I cock a brow. “Doesn’t that possibility make it all the more fun?”
Her jaw ticks. “Aster.”
“Baby, please?”
She rolls her eyes, face flushing. “While I very much love the idea of you screwing me against that desk, there’s still too much blood in my brain to say yes. We came here to get intel. Find a killer. Or have you forgotten?” I blink. I blink again. “Hello, Earth to Aster?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear anything after you admitted to liking my idea.” I grab her hand, tugging her into the room, and she chastises me as I shut the door behind us.
“You are insane,” she whispers, her arm still in my grasp as I ignore her reasonable but unpersuasive arguments and pull her behind the desk.
Nudging the chair out of the way, I grip her hips, lifting her, then set her ass on top of whatever bullshit paperwork he left in the way. In fact, I hope she comes all over it.
“There’s not a chance in the goddamn universe Jude Westerford gets to even consider having you here.”
“Aster.” Her chest heaves as I walk my fingertips up her leg and under the slit of her dress. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to defile you all over his fucking desk.”
She whines, squeezing her thighs together. “We said later.”
“If you want me to stop, just say so.” Silence fills the room as I grip her thigh. “That’s what I thought.” I move my hand to her waist, hitting fabric. “Tsk-tsk. Such a bad girl. I thought I made my directions clear?”
“I was not going commando in a lacy silk dress.” Between her legs, I nudge the material to the side, swiping a finger between her wetness, and she gasps.
“Mmm.” I hum. “How much should I punish you for not listening?” She nibbles on her lower lip, and a battle wages behind her eyes.
She wants this. Wants me. But she’s too logical.
Worried about getting caught. I’d argue that makes it all the more erotic.
She leans back, placing both hands on the desk, and cocks a brow.
That’s my girl. I hook my finger over the thin material and drag them off her legs, then shove them in my pocket.
“I’m…” Her head lolls. “Fuck.” Pure, unmistakable sexual desperation radiates off her, and my cock hardens.
It seems I’ve rendered my beautiful siren speechless.
A grin spreads across my face as I find the hem of her dress, nudging it, inch by inch, until it’s at her hips and her beautiful cunt is on full display.
My knees hit the ground in an instant, eyes meeting hers.
“I fear denying you would only be a punishment for myself,” I murmur, then dive face-first between her thighs.
I lap up her wetness, her nectar coating my tongue, and my dick throbs.
“We’re gonna…” She gasps as I nibble on her sensitive bud. “What if…?”
I mumble against her, “Should I let you come on my fingers or tongue, baby?” As much as I really want to fuck her on this desk, there is a rational part of my brain that knows we can’t afford to get caught.
And if my cock was inside her, settled in that warm, pretty cunt, interruption be damned, I wouldn’t stop till I filled her up with every bit of my release.
Her hazy eyes meet mine. “Grim’s choice.”
Shit. My dick head pulsates, and I continue devouring her sweet taste, bringing two fingers to toy with her opening. When I push in, she releases a breathy moan. I arch them against her walls, she shrieks in pleasure, and with my free hand, I grasp her throat.
Each new pressure of my finger and tongue causes her to writhe beneath me, making a beautiful, delicious mess as I flick against her swollen nub. I’m desperate to take my time. I’d spend all night here making her come over and over and over again.
Boisterous voices echo down the hall, and seconds later, footsteps pause directly outside the door. Shit. I pull my fingers out, throw a hand around her waist, and yank her off the desk to the floor with a thump.
“What do we do?” she whispers as papers flutter to the ground.
My eyes bounce around us. The ornate mahogany desk has a small cubby not visible from the other side, and I scoot under, gesturing her to follow me.
Given our lack of time, she obeys, crawling over me, a leg on each side as the door handle jiggles.
Glancing over, I note the chair is too far from the desk, and I tug it closer, hoping he won’t need to actually use it.
The space we’re in is tight as I sit with my shoulders against the wood and she’s straddled on top of me. My hand glides up her thigh, not ready to be done. Not willing to leave her unsatisfied.
Her wild eyes meet mine, and when I dip them under the hem of her dress and find her slick cunt once more, her lips part open, and she shakes her head.
I grin, nodding, and mouth, Quiet, then slip my fingers back inside her. She releases a little gasp, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear. Just for me.
The door creaks open, chatter from the hallway filling the room, and I arch my fingers, searching for her G-spot. I must have found it as her eyes all but roll to the back of her head.
“He’s not gonna like this,” a male voice says, entering the room.
“Well, I don’t like it either, but what the hell are we supposed to do?
” another voice, who I recognize to be Jude, says as the door clicks shut.
If I were a dumber man, I’d have her be loud when she comes.
But there is a rational part of my brain, a very small part, that knows we’re here for a murder investigation and this may be our only chance for recon.
“We could wait to tell him?” the man says.
“Yeah, and be next on his hit list for hiding it?” Jude asks. “No, thanks.”
Arching my fingers, I quicken my pace, and Lily’s nails dig into my arm. There’s no way I’m stopping till she’s finished. I absolutely can make this beautiful woman come while eavesdropping on a bunch of scumbags. It’s called multitasking.