Page 17 of Falling for My Shifter Boss

She doesn't look at me, but I know she feels me watching. The way she tenses slightly, the way her pulse jumps beneath the delicate skin of her throat—it's enough to send my control slipping.

When she disappears into the copy room, I don't think. I move.

The moment the door closes behind me, I lock it. The click seems too loud in the small space.

Maya turns, startled, her amber eyes widening slightly when she sees me standing there. Beyond the door, I can hear the murmur of voices, the steady thrum of office life continuing just feet away. The forbidden nature of this moment crackles between us like electricity.

"Adrian—" Her voice wavers, uncertain.

I step forward, closing the distance between us until she's backed against the counter, my hands braced on either side of her, caging her in. The copy machine hums behind her, a steady counterpoint to our uneven breathing.

Her breath hitches. "We shouldn't—"

"Tell me to stop." The words come out rough, desperate. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll walk away."

Footsteps pass by the door. We both freeze, hearts racing. Maya's fingers curl into my shirt, but I can't tell if she means to push me away or pull me closer.

When the footsteps fade, she looks up at me. The war in her eyes mirrors my own—desire warring with propriety, need fighting common sense.

"I—" She swallows hard. "I can't tell you that."

Something inside me snaps.

I cup her jaw, tilting her head up, and claim her mouth with mine. The kiss is deep, hungry, possessive—a battle for dominance that neither of us is willing to lose. She gasps against me, her hands fisting in my shirt as I press her back against the counter.

My hands skim down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, pulling her closer until there's no space left between us. She's warm, soft, perfect against me. When she arches into my touch, a growl rumbles in my chest, too loud for our precarious situation.

"Shh," she breathes against my lips, even as she hooks her fingers through my belt loops, keeping me close. The gesture is maddening—telling me to be quiet while making it impossible to maintain any semblance of control.

Someone laughs in the hallway. Maya tenses, but I don't let her pull away. Instead, I trail kisses down her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. Her head falls back, giving me better access, even as she whispers, "We're going to get caught."

"Let them catch us." I nip at her skin, gentle enough not to leave a mark, but enough to make her shiver. My wolf snarls in satisfaction at her reaction.

Maya's hands slide up my chest, and for a moment, I think she's finally going to push me away. Instead, she tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls my mouth back to hers. The kiss is fiercer this time, demanding, like she's done fighting whatever this is between us.

The copy machine beeps loudly, making us both jump. Maya laughs softly against my lips, the sound both nervous and aroused. "Your entire office is going to know."

"I don't care." And I don't. Let them hear. Let them see.

I slip my hands under her skirt, feeling the smooth skin of her thighs. Maya gasps, her eyes widening as she realizes what I'm about to do. "Adrian, we can't—" she starts, but her words turn into a moan as I trail my fingers higher, brushing against the lace of her underwear.

"Shh," I murmur, capturing her mouth in another kiss. She melts against me, her body responding even as her mind protests. I hook my fingers into the side of her panties, just enough to give me access.

She's already wet, already ready. I run my fingers along her folds, feeling her shudder against me. Her grip on my hair tightens, her eyes fluttering closed as she tries to keep quiet.

I circle her clit with my thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more friction, more contact. I oblige, sliding two fingers inside her, curling them slightly to hit that spot that makes her breath hitch and her body tremble.

"Oh god," she whispers, her head falling back against the wall. I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her body coiling with tension. She's close, so close.

I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans as I pump my fingers in and out of her, my thumb never leaving her clit. She's writhing against me now, her body tense and shaking, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

And then she comes. Her body convulses, her inner muscles clamping down on my fingers as she rides out her orgasm. I can feel her pulsing around me, her wetness coating my hand. It's the sexiest thing I've ever felt.

I slow my movements, letting her come down from her high. When she opens her eyes, they're glazed and satisfied, a small smile playing on her lips. I can't help but smile back, a sense of male pride washing over me. I did that. I made her feel that good.

I withdraw my fingers, and she watches as I bring them to my mouth, licking her taste from them. Her eyes darken, her breath hitching again as she watches me. I can see the desire building in her again, the need for more.

I reach for my belt, ready to give her what she wants, what we both want.

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