Page 226 of Labor of Love

“I don’t want to fire you. I need you at that desk now that Mallory is gone.”

“We can ignore each other’s needs.”

“I think we both know that’s going to be impossible. What does your leopard say?” I asked. I leaned forward and clasped my hands together, leaning them on the desktop.

Josh’s smile grew languorous, almost dangerous in its sexual predatory gleam. “My leopard is begging me to roll over for your panther. It’s been dying to fuck you since I walked into this office and practically begged you not to fire me on the spot.”

“You were a coy little minx, I’ll give you that much. Suggestive and flirty, and full of double entendres.” Char stood up and walked around the desk, fully aware that he was wearing nothing but a dress shirt and suit jacket. His shirt was just long enough to cover his bits and pieces, although his cock was at rigid attention. “So, we’re in agreement, then?”

“That you’re going to fuck me? Oh, yeah. Totally.” Josh grinned at him, and Char heard the leopard growl needily in Josh’s throat. “Do you want me to suck you?”

“No. No way am I coming that quickly. I want to suckyou. Take off your clothes.” He strode to the door and locked it. With all the blinds drawn, there was no way they’d be seen should anyone walk into the outer office. “Gods, I’ve dreamt of the moment. Do it slow.”

Josh’s smile broadcast his desire as he — very slowly — stripped out of his vintage Van Halen t-shirt, and shimmied out of his jeans. To no one’s surprise, least of all mine, Josh went commando.

Naked, his body was firm and toned, less muscular than mine, but still strong, a swimmer’s build. His cock stood out at attention, bobbing gently with every slight move Josh made, a crowning jewel above his two full balls.

“Oh, that is pretty. Prettier than I even imagined,” I whispered as I dropped to my knees in front of Josh. I wrapped my hand around Josh’s thick girth and flicked my tongue out, taking my first taste.

He tasted of the loam of primeval oceans and ancient forests. It was the taste that went back unchanged to the dawn of man’s existence, to the days when shifters were revered as shamans, and didn’t need to live in their human guises while in public. When panthers and leopards and all manner of shifter beasts ran free, darting between ancient trees in sun-dappled forests.

And that taste, so ancient and yet so new to me, brought me to the very edge of orgasm. I needed to concentrate hard on sucking Josh in deeply and out slowly, almost a meditative pace, to keep myself in check.

“Boss? Char? I want you to fuck me. I want to come when I can feel you inside.”

I blinked at the sound of Josh’s voice. “Okay.” My voice was raspy with the effort it was taking to hold back my climax. I gave Josh one last, long suck just to prove I could, then let go and stood up.

I shrugged out of my jacket and stripped off my shirt.

Josh’s hands were on me at once, fingers dancing over pectorals and the six-pack I worked so hard at the gym to maintain.

Contrary to common belief, shifters were not naturally ripped. They had to work at it like everyone else, or could grow lazy and fat. Not that fat was a bad thing. I found a little extra around the middle to be sexy and thought Josh could use a little plumping up.

I was grateful to my wandering mind because it allowed me to get myself under control again despite Josh’s touch. I swept the files and paperwork off my desk with one arm, clearing a space. “Bend over my desk. Show me that beautiful ass of yours.”

Josh reached for a kiss, biting my lower lip playfully, then did as he was bade. He bent over the desk, his chest resting on the sleek glass top, ass presented for my viewing pleasure.

And a pleasure it was, too. Josh’s ass was a plump inverted heart, the perfect amount of cushion for a hard bang, which was exactly what my panther was aching to give Josh’s leopard.

With a foot, I pushed Josh’s ankles wide, spreading his legs and exposing the tight pink hole his cheeks had been hiding.

“Oh, that’s pretty. So pretty,” I said. I knelt down and tickled at the hole with my tongue, feeling the little ridges. I sucked at it, then flicked the tip of my tongue all around it, feeling it pucker and drawing sweet mewls of delight from Josh.

“Fuck me,” Josh cried in a hoarse whisper. “Quick, before I come on your desk like this.”

“Shh. I’ve got you,” I said, as I brought the tip of my cock to meet Josh’s entry. I spat in my hand to lube the way, as poor a substitute as it was, and I made a mental note to get a tube and leave it in my office. Then, slowly, so slowly, I pushed inside.

Josh moaned and pushed back against my cock, obviously not caring a whit about the discomfort. “Fuck me, fuck me!”

I couldn’t help but respond, despite my best intentions of taking it slowly. I began to pump, thrusting inside, and soon felt my climax build to the point of no return. I was coming, coming now, and nothing was going to stop me.

I heard Josh cry out as he came. My orgasm blossomed within me like a thing born of fire, sharp and hot and all-consuming.

But as I began to relax, I realized something odd was happening. My cock wasn’t resuming the normally flaccid state it took after an orgasm. Instead, it was still swelling.

Oh, gods.

I knew this had been a colossal mistake. I just hadn’t knownhowcolossal it was.

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