Page 26 of Susie's Orc

“Two years, huh? So, since right after you started at the Bureau?”

I bury my face in his neck. “You remember when I started?”

“Of course I do. I’ll never forget it. The first time I saw you, coming around with Yvette for introductions, you had on one of your sweaters and a little black skirt. I’m pretty sure I forgot my own name when she introduced you to us all.”

I remember that day. It was my second day at the Bureau and Yvette, my boss, had walked me around to the other departments to meet everyone.

It had been the first day I’d noticed Jonah, too.

Where I’ve still got my face pressed to his neck, I smile against his skin. “We’re a mess, aren’t we? What if we’d both just gone for it?”

Jonah laughs and threads his hands into my hair, tipping my head back so he can meet my gaze. “Who knows? But what I do know is that I’m so happy to be here with you now.”

“Me too. And besides, I’ve felt like you were the confident one this whole time. Telling me what to do. Talking to me like you do.”

His eyes and tone darken. “How do I talk to you?”

“Praising me,” I whisper. “Telling me what you like about my body. Telling me what you want from me.”

“You like that?”

“I love it,” I say, and kiss him.

As soon as my lips touch his, the Jonah from ten minutes ago comes right back. Demanding, bossy even when he’s not saying anything, taking the kiss over immediately as he uses one arm to pull me flush against him and fists his other hand in my hair, angling me so he can kiss me deeper.

His erection flagged a little during our conversation, but it comes roaring back to stiff, insistent life as soon as I’m touching him, kissing him, grinding my pussy down on his lap, searching for the friction I need. Without breaking our kiss, Jonah shifts his hips and shimmies his pants and boxer-briefs down his legs, kicking them aside.

Instead of pushing inside, though, his hand finds my pussy. He eases two big fingers into me, spreading them a little, stretching me.

“Have to make sure you’re ready for me,” he murmurs against my lips, thrusting them into me again. “I don’t want to hurt you, Susie.”

“You won’t,” I gasp, even as a small thrill of nerves runs through me.

Will this be… okay?

I can’t imagine it won’t be, and I know Jonah would never intentionally hurt me, but he’s still… well, he’s still fucking enormous, and I still don’t know how I’m going to take… all of that.

My mind whirls, wondering how we can make this good for each other, how we’ll fit together, how—

“Come back to me,” he whispers. “Wherever you’re at in that head of yours, come back to me, Susie.”

I huff out a shaky laugh. “I’m right here.”

“Yes.” An achingly gentle kiss against my lips, a third finger wedged inside of me. “You are. You’re right here, and I’ve never been more damn grateful for anything.”

I melt into those sweet words, relax into him as much as I can, and the more he eases me open, the more I believe we can make this work.

Of course we can make this work.

He’s Jonah Greenwood. My orc from accounting. The guy I’ve been waiting for these last two years. A silly, impossible crush finally made into something real.

“Do you think you’re ready for me?” he asks a few minutes later when I’m soft and wet and aching for him. “Do you want to try this?”

He pulls his fingers from my pussy, licks them clean, and the noise that comes out of my throat is thready and hoarse and needy.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

Jonah drives his hips up into me, running his cock over my clit and spreading my wetness on himself. I grind right back into him, but when the head of his cock brushes against my entrance, a small sliver of sanity returns.

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