Page 24 of Seer

“Fuck he’s hot.” Seer’s words startle me.

“Yeah, he is,” I whisper, and he chuckles in my ear before kissing my neck.

“Come on, we got some news for you.” He retakes my hand, and this time, I don’t bother trying to hide it.

“Oh darling, I’m so sorry. How you holding up?” Cowboy stands in the doorway of Seer’s office, waiting for us.

He offers me a hug, which I accept.

“I’ve been better.”

“I have no doubt, Sugar. I hope what we have for you will brighten your day a little. Come on in,” Seer says. He is sitting behind his desk, waiting, and I find myself wanting to be close to him.

He’s my safety net, and I’m not ashamed to admit it, so I walk next to him and lean on his desk while Cowboy closes the door.

“Blaze and the boys went over to the house after the Fire Chief gave us the all-clear. We found a few salvageable things, one of which was your laptop.” My heart skips.

“Glitch has it now, but she’s hopeful. She can’t promise a full recovery, but at least you won’t need to start from scratch.” I slump in relief.

“Thank you,” it’s nowhere near good enough, but it’s all I got at the moment.

“I’ll let ya’ll talk about the rest.” Cowboy grins as he leaves us alone.

The silence in the little office is loud as I slowly turn to look at Seer.

“Wanna tell me exactly what happened out there with Jules?” That was her name.

“Other than her being a complete bitch?” I shrug.

“My my, such language.” Seer grabs my arm and tugs me into his lap.

“That’s better,” he sighs as he buries his nose in my hair.

“Seer,” he shakes his head.

“Nah, Fabien. You call me Fabien when we’re alone, Baby.” His lips trail down my neck, and my entire world narrows to a pinpoint.

My clit.

It throbs under the dress I’m wearing, and I can’t afford to get wet cause I have no fucking underwear on. I pull away from his embrace, and the fire in his eyes says more than any words could.

“We shouldn’t,” I start to explain why it’s a bad idea, but his lips shut me right up.

“Leah, I’m going to taste you right here, right now. So unless you want me to stop, shut the fuck up.” He lifts me onto his desk and buries his face under the maxi dress.

“Oh my God,” I gasp as I catch myself on my elbows as he forces my thighs wide with his shoulders.

“Is that what I told you to call me?” His breath is right there!

“No?” I gasp as the first swipe of his tongue opens my folds.

I can’t see him, and I want to watch this, so I grip the dress and yank it up over his head. His hair is disheveled, and those eyes are pools of black onyx as they stare up at me under full lashes that every woman on Earth would envy.

“Stay still, and let me enjoy my breakfast.” He licks again, and my world spins.

“Fuck,” I groan as he applies the light pressure to my clit.

I groan when it’s suddenly not enough.

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