Page 36 of Pack Apollo

I glance up to lock eyes with him and give him a secret smile. "My lipstick is long-last, no smear."

That's the only thing he needs to hear. Tucking an arm around my waist, he tugs me in close and drops his lips to mine. Our lips part and tongues stroke each other as I feel like I'm being devoured by him. His spicy aftershave scent fills the small space mingling with my own. He doesn't pull away until the elevator dings.

Stepping to the side, he waves me out with a hand. "All the way down the hall. Last door that you will come to straight in front of you. Have fun."

And with a wink as I walk out and turn back around, the doors close on his still smiling face, leaving me in an empty hallway. It's almost creepy in the way that there are absolutely no people and no noises coming from any of the closed doors.

I don't make it far before the room opens up into a reception area that takes up what has to be the majority of the floor. There are glass conference rooms strategically placed to make it appear even more open. Glancing around, I notice morehallways leading off to more closed doors.

Following Cordell's instructions, I keep heading straight until I come to the door of a massive office. The name tag on it reads Rozwell Marsden. I take a deep breath before tapping on it lightly.

"Come in," he calls out instantly.

My nerves almost get the best of me, but I tamp them deep down as I open the door and swing it open. Surprised isn't a strong enough word to cover the emotion that flashes across his face as he sees me. Then it drops into an understanding smile.

"You're the calvary, huh?" he asks, leaning back in his chair and locking his fingers across his stomach.

The simple position turns me on so much that I almost forget who I am.

"Something like that," I tell him, shutting the door back and walking over to his desk to perch on the edge of it. I cross my legs at my ankles and get the satisfaction of watching his expression darken as his eyes work up from there, across my bare legs, the skin exposed in the v of my blouse and then up to my face.

When it seems like he's not going to say anything, I ask, "Why are you working on a Saturday, anyway?"

He scoots his chair over until he's directly in front of me. "Sometimes we don't have a choice when we've got responsibilities."

His foot reaches out to tap my foot that's on top until I uncross my legs. He taps it again, making my legs spread further apart. Leaning forward, the back of his hand rubs up from my calf and doesn't stop until it's at the hem of my skirt.

"What did you think was going to happen when you came in here?" he asks gruffly.

My heart is pounding in my chest. I've done my best to try to ignore his scent since I stepped foot in here, but it'simpossible with him sitting so close now. I have to clear my throat a bit before I'm able to answer, "That I'd be able to sweet talk you into coming home. Maybe see if you wanted to go to dinner before we did."

"Hmm," he murmurs, "I don't think I really need to go out for dinner when I've got a feast right here in front of me."

Blood rushes to my face, and I try to hide the quick pace of my breathing.

"Do my words bother you?" he asks.

Instead of replying, since I don't trust my voice not to quiver, I spread my legs further for him. His nostrils flare, undoubtably scenting my arousal.

"Up on the desk," he demands.

I hop up on it and scoot back a little, thankful that he doesn't have a cluttered desk or any whatnots littering it. He stands, hovering over me for a few seconds before sliding his hands behind my knees and lifting my legs until my boots are propped on the edge. I lean back on my elbows and drop my knees open very slowly, his gaze tracking the movement. His fingers are a tease around the lace thong I chose to wear.

"I think you were lying to me," he says, one finger slipping beneath the lacy material and stroking my clit. "I think you wore these for me."

Oh my God, the magic of just one finger and his voice is almost enough to make me come instantly. Especially being so cocky as he does it. Of course, I wore them for him. I dressed how I did to tease him enough to come home. Did I anticipate being spread out on his desk, hindering his trip home? Not exactly, but a girl could always hope.

"I did," I tell him honestly. "Do you like them?"

"Thongs are my favorite," he admits, moving that single digit down until he reaches my entrance.

My head falls back with my moan as he slips it inside.Only the one, though. Then just as fast as he's there, he's gone again. Raising my head, it's in time to catch him lifting his finger to his lips and sucking it inside.

"Just as sweet as you smell," he says.

He steps back and sits back down in his chair, scooting it back up to the desk. Moving my feet to the arms of his chair, he pulls my body until my ass cheeks are partially hanging off the edge, and the alpha sets to feasting on me as he promised. His lips and tongue work a magic that I didn't know he possessed. All with only sliding my lace out of his way instead of removing it.

Working two fingers inside of me as he sucks on my clit and then grazes it with his teeth, he purrs a sound of approval that makes my back arch off the desk. I'm right on the edge of orgasm when he pulls away, leaving me bereft. A surprising whimper slips from my lips.

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