Page 106 of XO Karma

“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.