Page 107 of XO Karma

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.

“Screw Vetrel, honestly. There was a reason we kept him alive and offed the bitch. Now what are we supposed to do?”

Lily rolls her hips, grinding against my hand for more friction, and at this rate, I worry that I’ll come in my damn pants myself. Fuck, concentrate.

“His death is an inconvenience,” Jude replies, garnering my attention while Lily is fully distracted, as she should be, climbing to that beautiful place. “But we’ll get it sorted. His greed would have resurfaced. With people like him, it always does. We never could have trusted him again. It’s better this way. Now she doesn’t have to take him out.”

She?

“Is she here tonight?” Are they talking about Isla?

“Yes.” There’s a pause. “And you better leave her the hell alone.”

“She’s hot though.” Is it Lily? She’s the only person I know in charge of delivering retribution. My eyes find her hazy ones, and I remember my other task at hand, bringing my thumb to brush over her sensitive nub. Her body trembles as I rub slow circles over it.

“She’ll cut your dick off, mate,” Jude says, the door opening and closing once more.

I keep my ears peeled to gauge if they’re gone. Once I’m pretty confident we’re alone, I drop my lips to the crook of her neck, biting lightly as she rides my hand like a bull.

Moments later, she’s trembling, gasping, panting, coming all over my hand in a beautiful, shuddering mess. Once she’s done, her eyes meet mine, lips falling open, the horny haze clearing and bringing back my level-headed girl. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

After tugging out my fingers, I present them, coated in her cream. “Sweetheart, this was all you.” Then I stick them in my mouth and suck them clean.

Her eyes drop to my hard dick, and she brushes a hand against it. “What about you?”

I groan, rolling my hips into her touch, forcing that teeny tiny rational part of my brain to take over. “I think we’ve put ourselves at risk long enough.” I nudge her, and she slowly slides off me, peering above the desk, then stands. I amble out and do the same. “You can make it up to me later.”

She huffs a laugh, walking towards a door on the far side. “So what, you finger-bang me under a table and now I owe you the night of your life?”

“I would have accepted some road head on our way home, but night of my life? I’ll take it.”

She rolls her eyes, opening a door to a bathroom. After washing off my face and hands from my meal, she takes a quick moment to freshen up.

“Panties please,” she says, holding out a hand.

I shake my head. “Sorry, baby. No can do.”

“And why the hell not?”