Milla
His hands had me losing all rational thought. No, that was bullshit—his scent when I opened the door had managed to do that. But, then, when he began to loosen my muscles with his magical hands, the last remaining thread of rationality fell away.
I shouldn’t have let him in—the work I was doing was too important for my well-being, but one look at that lopsided grin as he offered to feed me did something to my gator, and turning him away wasn’t a thing that was going to happen.
Louie, the bastard, had somehow connected a few of the dots, enough to tie me to some of my newer projects, something I’d have never figured out if I hadn’t been monitoring Justice’s site when the weirdness of an email came in. The bastard thought he could phish information about me from my clients.
The bastard had been using me to set up a fake site for him so he could hide his crimes, though, so siccing those he wronged against him was fair enough, in my opinion. He had screwed enough bad guys along the way there was no need for me to bring the law into it and make myself a far bigger target than I was. Let survival of the fittest among the dark underbelly of the city take care of him.
Not that that didn’t mean I needed to be fucking careful.
I’d spent the past few days setting up more false leads than one could imagine, covering my tracks, and trying to break into Louie’s system, without being detected, to discover if he knew I’d been a part of things or simply guessed. Thank freaking goddess it looked like he was on a guess-and-hope mission and my false leads were going to solidify the not-her theory and reinforce that I just moved due to family bullshit up.
“Female, you are gone again, and not to the happy place I was trying to send you to.”
He wasn’t wrong. My mind had gone right back to the stress-filled place it inhabited before he got to my place. He’d been nothing but nice, which was not his norm, so I needed to take full advantage of it and his hands...those fucking hands made of magic.
“Sorry.” He spun my chair around until I faced him, his hands so far away from me, my gator was chomping at me. “Don’t stop,” I begged before I could stop myself.
“Stopping wasn’t what I had in mind. I need to up my game, female, if you can disappear into your own world while my hands are on you.”
And, with that, he fell to his knees in front of me, his hands working my robe to uncover the barely-there nightie I had donned because shit, I’d no idea he’d be here. If so, at least I’d have put on my nicer panties instead of the granny ones now only inches from his face.
“What are you doing?”
He took my question as a challenge, sliding his finger along the leg band. He knew I was wet, and it was for him. There was no hiding that between shifters, but knowing his finger was that close to feeling it and removing all doubt sent shivers down my spine.
“Upping my game.” He smirked as he slowly inched my panties down, my traitorous body making it easier for him by inching itself up and squirming.
“You…we…it’s not…” I had nothing. It had to be wrong. We didn’t even like each other much, more on his side than mine, but goddess, how I wanted this. I didn’t even know his full plans, and I wanted it more than my next breath. I’d blame my gator, but it was equally me, if not more so. Scenting his arousal, seeing the evidence bulging his jeans, knowing he’d brought me my favorite donuts. It was all so much, and yet not enough.
“If you can’t even form a sentence to tell me why I can’t be here, like this, about to have my dessert first, then your point isn’t valid.”
“But—ohhhhhh.”
He cut me off with a sweep of his tongue right where I wanted it most. “That’s right, just lean back and enjoy this. I know I will. Maybe it will keep my gator off my fucking back.”
Mine, too.
He pushed me back into my chair lightly, and I allowed it, wanting this far more than I knew I should and knowing that smart Milla would put an end to it, but smart Milla had exited the building the second I saw the donuts he’d gone out of his way to get.
I’d been so wrong when I thought it was his hands that held magic. It was his fucking mouth, and magic was exactly what he was doing to me with it. A lick, a swipe, a nibble, with a suck thrown in every so often. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, my breath bated as he continued to bring me closer and closer to the edge. When he inserted one finger, I lost all control and came against his mouth as I shrieked noises that would make a porn star proud. He kept at it, helping me ride out my orgasm far longer than I thought possible, before the pounding on the door began. Fuck.
“We gotta go,” Loic shouted through the door. “Get your ass out here. Tansy needs a ride to do something with Marie, and Etienne is on a call.”
“Fuck,” he mumbled before standing up, his eyes meeting mine in question.
“Go. It’s never a good idea to keep a reaper waiting,” I rationalized, my gator pissed as hell at me doing so.
Justice leaned in, kissing me deeply, my taste still fresh on his tongue. Damn that was sexy.
The pinging began again, and off he went.
What the fuck just happened, and why was I not freaking out about it?