Playing Dirty

DELLA

“Gotcha,” Kade murmurs, his breath warm against my hair. The sound of a lock clicking into place tells me we’re back in the infamous sex office.

“Playing dirty, are we?” I chuckle, looping my arms around his neck.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He grimaces, to which I respond with a soft kiss.

“Don’t be. I’ve had enough of the teasing…for now,” I say, grinning as I run my fingers through his long hair.

He returns my smile and leans in for a kiss. I begin to unbutton his shirt, revealing his beautifully bronzed skin, a landscape of hard muscles and sharp angles.

His large hands make quick work of my shirt, leaving me in my red strappy bra. “God, you’re stunning. Did you wear this just to tease me?” His voice is low and husky.

“I was hoping I’d get to show you the whole thing,” I reply, sliding my skirt down to the floor.

“Damn,” he breathes out, eyeing me from head to toe before pressing me against the wall and kissing me with a desperation that takes my breath away.

I moan as his rough hands explore my body. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, peppering kisses along his jawline as he carries me over to the desk. He tries to lay me down, but I stop him with a hand on his chest.

“I believe I promised to take care of you when you caught me,” I say, my lips curling up in a seductive smile as I grind against him, causing him to tense. “What do you want?”

“You. All of you,” he breathes out.

I hop off him and take a step back, taking in the sight of him in just his slacks. I drop to my knees and unfasten his pants, pulling them down along with his royal blue boxers. He’s gorgeous. Big and bronze, just like the rest of him, with a dark head just waiting for me to lick. So I do. I take his already hard cock into my mouth, eliciting a hiss from him.

“Della,” he groans.

I take him all the way to the back of my throat, gripping his hips with my hands. I pull back and run my tongue along his length, but before I can take him in my mouth again, he lifts me off him and onto the desk. I guess I found his limit.

He kisses a trail down my neck, between my breasts, down my stomach, over my cross-shaped burn, and finally to my panties. My breath hitches as he places a kiss against my clit. Oh, God. He grins up at me before pushing my panties aside and licking a slow, tantalizing line up my center, making me squirm and gasp. He repeats the action until I’m a whimpering mess.

“Please,” I gasp.

“It’s my turn to tease you, Della. Be patient,” he murmurs against me. He sucks at my clit, making my legs shake as he pushes a finger into me.

“Fuck,” I breathe out.

He hums against me, moving his finger in and out at a torturously slow pace. I’m so close, I start moving my hips against him, needing him to go faster, needing to cum.

Finally, he shows me mercy, curling his finger inside me and sending me over the edge with a cry.

He stands up and pulls me roughly toward the edge of the desk, toward him. He stands there, looking at me with heated, hungry eyes as I recover from my orgasm. I don’t know where the condom came from, but I’m glad someone’s thinking clearly.

“Do you want more, baby?” he asks, his voice low.

“Please,” I beg. “I need you inside me.”

He growls low in his throat and rubs his cock against me twice before sliding in with one long thrust. I cry out at the intrusion, and he waits for me to adjust to his size.

I start moving against him, and he matches my rhythm, lifting me off the table so he can thrust into me while I claw at his back.

I chant his name as I build up to another orgasm. He starts thrusting faster, making me gasp and cry out each time we meet. I’m on the edge, ready to fall into bliss when he pushes me over with one hard thrust, making me shout his name.

He fucks me right through my climax and comes with me, and I see the red string snap tight between us.

Oh. Wow! I guess that’s how it works. Does this mean he’s officially my consort now?

We stay joined for a few more moments as we catch our breath. He sets me gently down on the desk before pulling out, leaving me gasping at the sudden emptiness, but he leans down again to kiss me and make up for it.

We lie there together, basking in each other as we recover, and my mind begins to wander. I’m going to have to tell him everything, and soon, but this isn’t the right time. Besides, I still don’t know what’s really going on yet. Whatever it is, Kade’s a part of it now.

Before I can figure out what to say, he lays a kiss on my forehead, leaving me in a puddle of warm, mushy feelings as he gets up and pulls his pants back on, much to my disappointment. He even picks up my skirt and helps me back into it. He really is the sweetest.

I hop down to the floor and kiss him hard before bending over to pick up our shirts. I hand him his, but he just loops his arms around me and holds me against him.

I don’t fight the warm feeling in my chest or the smile on my face. I am so lucky to have him.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Really, really good. How about you?” I ask.

“Happy.” He smiles down at me. And just like that, I’m falling hard for this man.

“Good. Me too.”

“So, about Sorin and Micha,” he says, quirking an eyebrow at me.

“Are you really sure about Micha?” I ask.

“Yeah, babe,” he says, shaking his head.

“Well, I’m not dealing with that right now. At least not until he makes it known,” I say, pushing that thought away. Then I catch sight of the time and gasp. “Oh! I’m late! Speaking of Micha, he’s waiting for me in the library.”

Kade laughs at me as I grab my backpack and shove my boots back on.

“Is my hair all sexed up?” I ask, turning back to him.

“No. You look amazing as usual.” He smiles.

“Sweet talker.” I give him another kiss and head for the library.