Page 100 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

My grief evaporated into the cold air and I burst out laughing. “How is it that that’s the first place your mind went?”

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Because I’m always thinking about fucking you, babe.”

My breath snagged, and he pulled me inside, trying and failing to hide the grin on his face. “Alright, let me show you around.”

It was, unfortunately, like the grocery store with Nolan all over again.

Nearly everyone stopped and greeted Cam, and he attempted to nonchalantly introduce me as his omega and the late business owner’s daughter. I was happy I recognized a few people from the temple and even remembered their names.

After grabbing two of the remaining glazed donuts, we headed into Cam’s office. A stone accent wall on the far end of the room blended with the earthy tones of the space, and the large window behind his smooth, mahogany desk overlooked a copse of trees.

He sat down and turned on his computer, and I couldn’t stop the giggle bubbling through. He seemed so competent and corporate. A regular Don Draper in Danner boots.

He arched an eyebrow and looked at me. “What’s so funny?”

“This,” I said, pointing at him. “I don’t know, I never pictured you behind a desk in a nice office when you said you worked in construction.”

He scratched his head. “How did you picture me?”

I shrugged, reading the various awards the company had received that were sitting on his bookshelf. “You know, with a hard hat on and stuff.”

That idea conjured up some very sexy images of my rough and tumble alpha.

Cam chuckled, gesturing to the snowy landscape behind him. “Babe, it’s winter. Not exactly peak construction time here.”

I crossed my arms and sighed. “Yeah, I get that. It’s still weird though.”

My laptop was heavy in my bag, and I really didn’t feel like getting started on my own work yet. I sauntered behind the desk and scooted myself onto his lap. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

His hand moved up my sweater and under my bra, and he massaged my breast while he looked through some kind of blueprints. “Hm, I have a meeting at 10 with some of the directors,” he replied calmly, eyes still glued to his screen. He pinched my nipple and kept working.

I glanced at the clock – it was only 8:45. “I’m feeling far too wound up to concentrate, how about you?”

Cam pinched my nipple again. “As I said earlier, all I think about is fucking you, so I’ve had to become a master multitasker. Otherwise, I’d never get anything done.”

I rubbed my ass along his growing erection. “Well, my pussy definitely needs to get done. Any chance you can prioritize that?”

His other hand left the mouse and slid underneath my skirt. With the tights and underwear, there wasn’t much room, but the extra friction set my nerves on fire. “Always,” he whispered in my ear.

His fingers were efficient, rubbing my clit and pushing inside me. I ground against him, feeling my climax build quickly. I bit my lip as I came, holding in my moans as best I could. Once my muscles relaxed, he swiped his keyboard out of the way and lifted me off his lap, bending me over the desk.

I grinned to myself and wiggled in anticipation as Cam pulled my skirt up and my underwear and tights down, removing himself from his jeans and filling me completely in one fell swoop.

I think I might have a thing for fucking in offices.

“Babe,” Cam said, one hand braced on the desk and the other gripping my hip. “You feel so good, like a fucking dream.”

His thrusting was hard and slow, building in tempo as we raced towards our orgasms.

But it was too soon and I needed more. My whine said it for me, and he pulled out, sitting in his chair and turning me around so I could climb on top of him and control the pace.

“That’s it,” he said. “I’m here for you. Take what you need.”

My hips rolled and circled on his cock, his knot stimulating my clit and building my release once more. When I got too close, I’d change my rhythm, prolonging the pleasure.

I took my sweater off, and Cam licked the skin in front of him, his large, calloused hands firmly grasping my ass to keep me from falling.

Next was my bra, and when his lips soon found their way to my nipple, I couldn’t slow down my climax any longer.

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