So goddamnedible.
I do as he says and close my eyes, shutting out my office and surrendering to the touch of his hands on my skin. His fingers are soft as they ghost along the side of my neck, shivers and goosebumps rippling over me. He slowly undoes my tie, then opens the buttons on my shirt, one by one. His hands brush against my chest as he parts the two sides of the material, exposing me to his view. The gentle breeze from the open window hardens my nipples, its cool caress pulling them into hard peaks.
Angel leans forward and runs his tongue up the length of my ear. “Keep those eyes closed for me.”
I hum in agreement, my fingers flexing against the sharp lines of his hips. I want to pick him up and throw him down on the desk. I want to rip his clothes off and bite him, mark him, and show the entire fucking world that he belongs to me, but I can’t. I don’t want to spoil his fun.
Angel’s hot mouth surrounds my left nipple, and my back arches into his touch. He bites it sharply, tugging it between his teeth.
“Fuck,” I moan, the pain dissipating into pleasure as he soothes the injured spot with his tongue.
I am so hard; every movement he makes as he wriggles above me is agony. I'm pretty sure he knows, because he keeps doing it, the little minx.
He gives a breathy chuckle as his nails score down my chest, no doubt leaving little red lines behind. I want to ask what he’s playing at, but I’m distracted again when he pulls at my belt buckle and lowers my zipper.
A low, sultry moan filters through the haze of my desire.
Afemininemoan.
My eyes fly open at the unexpected sound. Daylight floods my vision, and I blink a few times to understand what I’m seeing.
“Echo?” Angel gasps, and I’m relieved that I’m not the only one seeing her. For a moment I thought maybe my mind had conjured up the whole image of her sitting in the chair, her hand in her underwear and her fingers buried deep in her pussy.
I jump to my feet, standing up with Angel, and I’m shocked. I can’t get my head around the fact that she’shere.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” I ask as I storm towards her, redoing my pants so they don’t fall around my ankles. That would be embarrassing.
“Through the window,” she says. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright; I can smell her desire.
It should be impossible to get into this building. Yet there she sits, bold as fucking brass, fingering herself while watching her own live porn show courtesy of Angel and me. “Did you kill the guards?”
Her luscious mouth pulls into a wicked smile, and I want to sink my teeth into her bottom lip. “Would it matter if I did?”
It wouldn’t, not really, but good help is hard to find. “No, but it would be a nuisance.”
She stands and straightens her cute little black leather skirt, mischief pouring from every inch of her face. She looks lethal, kitted out in all black. A long-sleeved black top, combat vest, and knee-high boots with a ridiculous number of laces. How I missed her entering the room, I will never know.
And fuck. Me.
Her long red hair is twisted into two braids that fall behind her shoulders and down her back. I have the sudden urge to wrap them around my fist. I want to know how hard I can get away with pulling on them.
She steps closer, that fucking grin plastered on her face, and she laughs. “Well, I didn’t kill them. Veon got me this gorgeous little tranq gun for my birthday, so they’re just out for the count for a couple of hours.”
“A tranq gun?” Angel echoes, confusion pulling at his brow.
“Yeah, hands down, the best birthday gift ever.”
Who the hell buys someone a tranquilliser as a birthday present?
“Did you come here on your own?” I ask.
She crosses her arms across her chest and cocks her hip, a smug little smirk curling her mouth. “I did.”
“And you made it all the way to here without getting caught?” Angel asks, awe lacing his voice.
“Clearly,” she scoffs.
“Did you enjoy watching us?” I ask, loving how she swallows at my question.
