Page 10 of Kissing my Grumpy Troll Boss
“Yes. Please. Whatever it is, I'll do it. I want to be with you, too.” I’m blushing. The icy snowflakes feel extra cold against my heated cheeks. But I don’t want to risk him thinking I don’t want him. I’ve never wanted anything more. Everything in me knows I can trust this male. This beautiful soul who wants nothing but the best for me.
His hand trembles a little when he brushes a snowflake my snakes haven’t caught from my nose. “You do?”
I nod.
He laughs. “I thought that would be harder.” Then he grows serious again. “But you know it’s permanent, right? At least for me. Once we perform the ritual. If you changed your mind…” He looks away. “If you wanted to leave, I would never stop you.”
I squeeze his hands until he looks back at me. “Algi. I won’t change my mind. I think maybe gorgons mate for life too. I don’t know. I’ve never met another. But I feel it too and I want to be your kuna.”
SEVEN
Kat
Algi orders a cab and it’s a relief to climb in out of the cold. The Christmas lights were beautiful and so was dinner, but now all I can think about is the ritual and what comes after.
My belly feels like my snakes have got lost in there. It writhes and squirms with pleasure and nerves at the thought of being with Algi. Really being with him. I never thought I’d ever get to experience sex with another person. The fact it’s my big teddy bear of a boss who I’ve been secretly fantasizing over for months takes this from dream to miracle!
Of course I’ve got toys. I have an enormous collection, in fact. I’m not stupid! Just shy.
Every time I get another sign that he wants me, though, I feel bolder. Almost like I could climb into his lap and take what I want right here in the cab.
I content myself with sliding a little closer across the vinyl seat until our thighs are kissing. Algi lifts his arm and wraps it around me and I lay my cheek against his chest and breathe it in. The scent of him is hot and heady and masculine with an edge of charcoal and ash. It’s like the scent you get after you snuff out a candle.
I’ve always loved that smell.
I realize I’m rubbing my nose against him right about the moment his hand tightens around me and he lets out a deep groan that vibrates right through my body.
“Kat.” His voice sounds choked. “You’re going to need to stop doing that until I’ve got that jar of dirt, kitten.”
I giggle. “Kitten?”
He makes an apologetic face. “Too cheesy?”
“No.” I grin up at him. “I like it.”
The cab ride to the office feels far too short and yet far too long at the same time. I feel every place our bodies connect. The sizzle of energy that fires through me every time his hand squeezes me or with every deep exhale makes me giddy. Between my legs, my pussy throbs with awareness of what we’re about to do. What I hope we’re about to do, anyway.
Will it work?
He’s so big. So much bigger than me. I might have an impressive collection of dildos, but what if they’re not as much like the real thing as I let myself imagine?
When the cab stops outside Algonite Law, Algi tells the driver, “Will you wait here a moment? I’ll be right back. I need to fetch something and then we’ll head to 786 Collins St.” He turns to me. “As long as that’s OK with you. We can go to yours if you prefer?”
I shake my head. “No. That’s fine. I’m not sure you’ll fit.”
A shadow passes across his expression and I give his hand a squeeze. “It’s a tiny studio, remember. I don’t think you could stand up straight in there.”
Algi coughs. “Right. Fit in your studio. Gotcha. I’ll be right back.” The hasty kiss he presses to my lips makes my heart do a little dance inside my chest. I avoid looking at the cab driver’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. If he knows what Algi thought we were talking about, he’s keeping a remarkably straight face.
Algi is as good as his word. He’s sliding back into the cab in minutes. The whole vehicle dips and rocks with his weight. Then he pulls me close again.
When we finally make it to his apartment, I have to stop and stare. It’s on the ground floor and I expected it to feel claustrophobic like my place, but it’s the opposite. Tall ceilings and muted decor make the place feel huge. There are enormous French doors which lead out onto a modern floating deck. Beyond is a courtyard garden, screened off from the world by bamboo and a rocky feature wall with a trickle of water playing over its surface.
“Wow.”
“You like it?”
When I look, Algi’s expression is eager. Hopeful. As if my answer means everything to him.
