“Have not an iota of a clue what that means, hellcat, but I like it anyway.” His dimpled grin hit me full force, and another surge of happiness rushed through me.
“Got a second to sneak away to the office with me?” I asked.
“For you? I’ve got a lifetime.”
He checked on his crew as he rounded the bar, making sure they were good before taking my hand to lead me into the back.
Once we were closed into his office, my back hit the door and his body pressed in tight. “What if I label that barstool yours and make you sit there every night instead of working?”
I’d gone back to work the month before with the worry that our schedules would never line up. That would’ve sucked. But with everything that’d gone down, the temporary captain bent over backward to keep me happy so I wasn’t tempted to sell my story. Not that I would. But it was good to know he finally appreciated how hard I worked.
Behind that desk was exactly where Murdoch belonged.
Things still came up. Crime wasn’t as accommodating as the department, and emergencies rudely didn’t only occur when I wanted them to. But Rhys and I had settled into the routine of two people who worked uncommon hours, and it was good.
Better than good.
Even before I answered his question with one of my own. “Counter point, what if I said I need your cock down my throat?”
He let out a groan. “You want it, hellcat, it’s yours. My dick. My heart. My soul. Everything.”
Wanting to relive a memory while we created a new one, I forced him—okay, he let me push him—over to his desk chair. He sat, and his hooded eyes tracked my movements as I lowered myself to my knees. He raised an expectant brow.
“Can I?”
“Can you what?” he challenged, knowing I wouldn’t back down from it.
“Can I open my mouth wide so you can take what belongs to you and fuck my face?”
“Fuck yes.” He didn’t make me undo his jeans, which was good because I wasn’t sure my shaking fingers could do it. Once he freed himself, he fisted the base of his cock. “Or maybe I’ll just jerk off for old time’s sake while you watch but can’t touch. Not me. And not yourself.”
“Yes,” I said on a weighty breath before shaking my head. “Wait. No. Not this time. I need you too bad.”
“Already told you, I’m yours.”
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, waiting for him.
I didn’t have to wait long. He lowered his head and spit in my mouth before fisting my hair.
And then he fucked my face.
It was so good. So hot. So heady to know that I was the only one who could make him lose control, I forgot what I was supposed to be doing. I just took what he gave, swallowed around the thick head of his cock, and took some more.
I knew he was getting close when his rhythm changed, growing more clipped and frantic.
“Fuck,” he grunted as he pulled me off him. Lifting me, he bent me over his desk and tugged my pants down before slamming in. The desk squeaked as it shifted under the force, but neither of us cared.
“Play with your clit.” His palm slapped down on my ass when I was too distracted to obey fast enough. “Now, Luna.”
“I don’t need it,” I tried, already nearing a peak that was high enough without the added sensation.
He spanked my ass harder before gripping the spot tightly to extend the burn. “You know how I feel about repeating myself.”
I did.
That was exactly why I wasn’t listening.
Planting himself deep enough that I would’ve sworn he was in my chest, he leaned his body over mine and gripped my hair to tilt my head so I looked at him. “If you don’t play with that clit and coat me in your sweetness right now, then I will fuck you, eat you, and use both vibrators on you without letting you come.”
