Page 32 of Code Mages & Empty Pages
I smiled up at him. “Sure.” I couldn’t help but wonder if the three of us would push the poor lift over its weight limit, though.
Guess we’ll find out.
Luc gripped the handrail and leaned his backside against the wall, caging me into a corner.
Is this foreplay, Mr Atkins?
The Gargoyle pressed the button for the ground floor and went back to his phone call.
“I remember putting the event in my calendar. Where did it go? This is the third appointment in three weeks I’m missing. It cost me the deal!” he barked at whoever was on the other line, then listened to what they had to say. “I know it’s not your fault. I apologise for lashing out. This is so frustrating! I was able to reschedule the appointment today; McHale agreed to meet me tomorrow.” Dunmere heaved a sigh. “I had to break out my old paper calendar. What’s the point of all of us having a shared calendar, then, Megan, if we can’t see the appointments?”
The lift door opened on the ground floor. Dunmere gave us a curt nod over his shoulder and left.
“Can you hold this for a second?” Luc handed me Desmond’s coffee, pulled out his sleek silver phone, and typed something on it.
“I’ll see you when Desmond’s gone?” he murmured right before the door slid open for us and took the coffee back.
“Okay,” I muttered, then sat down at my desk and tried to pretend I wasn’t sick with nerves.
If anyone caught us fucking in the server room, we’d both lose our jobs.
“Shit,” I whisper-hissed as Luc checked the hallway outside before he carefully locked the server room door behind us. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
He leaned his forearm against the metal doors, caging me between his body and the warm server racks. Then he smirked down at me.
Luc hummed and dropped his mouth to my ear, like he had done in the lift. “Twenty crowns you will beg for my knot within five minutes?”
“Cunt,” I huffed, less so because I was offended by his words, and more so because I knew he was right.
His knot wasaddictive.
He licked my neck with his rough tongue, then dragged my dress up.
“Fucking hell, Roe!” Luc whimpered softly under his breath when he realised that I wore nothing under the modest yellow summer dress. I’d taken my knickers off in the bathroom a couple of minutes ago. I didn’t want to ruin them.
His hand headed straight for my core, and he sank two thick fingers inside me. My knees buckled when Luc curled them against the front of my cunt to stroke my g-spot.
“Kiss me!” I demanded. He obeyed without a moment’s hesitation. His tongue invaded my mouth, and he pressed harder into me. Luc fumbled with his trousers and groaned when he freed his cock.
Then he lifted me up so he could slide into my slick, swollen centre.
“Luc!” I gasped, urging my hips down to get him deeper.
“Please, Luc!” I needed him to fill me.
“No need to beg, Roe.” He gave me a slow, teasing kiss, pulled out half an inch and parted my clenching flesh with his thick knot.
A shiver racked my body when gentle fingers dipped between my arse cheeks.
“Okay?” he murmured.
“Yes!”
He nodded and bucked his hips so his knot massaged me from the inside out while his finger circled my hole. He didn’t try to press in, but his touch sent sparks through my body.
“Oh, fuuuck, Roe! You feel so good.” He thrust harder. “I need to be careful not to come. You’re making it so hard!”
“You, too,” I gasped. “I’m so close, baby.”
