Page 21 of Meow

Her eyelashes flutter, green eyes blinking drowsily. "Mmm?" Recognition sparks as she focuses on me. "Was I sleeping?"

"You were." My hand slides beneath the blanket, finding her waist. "Should I punish you for napping on the job?"

A slow smile curves her lips as she stretches, arching her back like the feline she embodies. "Punish me how?"

I capture her mouth, devouring her with unchecked hunger. She responds instantly, arms twining around my neck, pulling me closer.

"I've been wanting to do that since you curled up on my desk," I growl against her lips. "So fucking beautiful."

"You were watching me sleep?" She doesn't sound upset—more intrigued.

"I watch everything you do." My hand slides to her thigh, pushing her skirt higher. "Every move. Every breath."

She shivers, but her challenging gaze meets mine. "Creepy."

"Protective," I correct, fingers tracing the base of her tail. "No one touches what's mine."

"And I'm yours?" She bites her lower lip, feigning innocence while her small hand boldly slides down my chest, stopping at my belt.

"From the moment I saw you." I lift her, turning to sit in my chair with her straddling my lap. "Tell me you're mine, kitten."

Instead of answering, she latches onto my neck, teeth sinking into the tender flesh where my shoulder meets my throat. The pain shoots straight to my groin, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

She pulls back, admiring the mark with satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. "Cats don't belong to people," she purrs. "People belong to cats."

I laugh, delighted by her defiance. "Is that so?"

Her fingers work at my belt, determination in every movement. "I'm marking my territory. You're mine now. I mean, I can only have one Daddy, right?"

Something feral awakens in me at her possessiveness. The way her lips move around that word.

Daddy.

I capture her wrists in one hand, pinning them behind her back. "We'll see who belongs to whom when you're coming apart under my tongue."

I lift her to sit on the edge of the desk, pushing aside papers, sending them billowing into the air. Her skirt bunches around her waist as I drop to my knees before her, displaying my devotion in the most primal way.

On my knees.

For. Pussy.

She grins down at me, feline and fearless. "Prove it."

Her thighs part like petals under the weight of my nudge, surrendering. The desk hums beneath us as I press close enoughto feel her pulse jump against my mouth—the heat rising off her skin in waves that drown me.

"So wet already," I rasp, dragging my lips along her inner thigh before settling at the apex. Her scent floods me—sweet honey and wild musk, and I inhale deep, letting it anchor me to this moment. "Knew Daddy was coming home for lunch, didn’t you?"

A gasp escapes her throat, her fingers already tangling in my hair like she’s been waiting a lifetime for this. My breath hitches at the thought of her imagining me walking through that door just to taste her pussy—and I’m a man unmade by how perfect it feels under my tongue.

"Please," she whispers, voice frayed at the edges like she’s been unraveling for days waiting here.

I don’t answer aloud. Instead, I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, holding that stare as I flick my tongue in one long, deliberate stroke. She arches, her spine forming a delicious bow, and the little cry of ecstasy accompanies her liquid gold hitting my lips.

"Please what, kitten?" My voice drops, raw with hunger for her words. Let her name it. Let her demand it.

"Your mouth," she says, sharper this time—a demand now, not a plea—"Now."

I laugh against her, a growl that vibrates through the damp flesh as I reward her boldness. Two fingers dig into the backs of her thighs to hold her open, spread wide for me, and then I take what’s mine. A desperate man on his knees for this hummingbird of a girl that’s got my balls in her claws and I’m here for it all.

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