Page 13 of Beauty and Her Beasts (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 1)

He pulled away from me. “What was that for?”

His words came out slurred and deep.

“Thank you,” I said and wrapped my arms around him as need pulsated between my legs. I was hot and wet, and more than ready for him to tear my clothes from me and fill me with his cock.

He simply needed alittlemore encouragement. So, I kissed him again.

His hands rested on my hips as my mouth moved with his. He slowly kissed me back and his arms wrapped around my back tighter. He picked me up and carried me into the room. I wrapped my legs around his waist and relished in the feel of his tongue dancing along mine. Within a brief minute, I was on the bed, and he was between my legs. I felt his massive erection stretching against the restriction of his pants. His mouth ravished mine. His hands massaged my breasts, and I was burning for him.

But just as quickly as things between us started to really get heated up, he stopped.

His kisses ceased as he pulled up and stared into my eyes. “I’m sorry. I can’t take this further.”

A pinch formed in the center of my forehead. “What do you mean?”

“I want to, believe me. I want you more than I can stand. But I can’t have you. Not yet,” he said.

Confused, I sat up on the bed and crossed my legs. Gunnar stood up and remained at the foot of the bed. “Not yet? Is this because of my position in the company?”

“No,” he said and ran his hands through his hair before frowning. “I just have to wait.”

“You have to wait?” I echoed, my voice coming out full of disbelief.

He nodded once, though he barely met my gaze.

“For what?” I asked.

“I can’t say. I’m sorry. Truly. Try to get some rest,” he said as he turned and headed out the door, closing it behind him.

I stared at the door, waiting for him to come back and tell me it was all some cruel joke or that he changed his mind, but he didn’t. After several more minutes I rushed out the door and to the middle of the hallway, but he was already long gone. By this point, I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night, and I wore out my only means of release other than my hand. Nothing would satisfy that burning need inside me, and it reignited every time I saw Gunnar since that night.

For the most part, he kept his distance and remained professional. But I saw him less than I had hoped I would. I almost chalked his behavior up to avoidance, but he would occasionally check in on me. Not long enough for me to broach the topic of what happened between us, but long enough for him to check on me and quickly leave.

A knock sounded on the door to my office, startling me from my thoughts. I blinked away the last of my pensiveness and said, “Yes?”

The door opened and revealed the one man I had been thinking of. Gunnar stepped inside and approached the front of my desk. “I was just coming to check in on you and make sure you didn’t need anything before I headed to my room for the night.”

I bit my lip and considered revisiting the conversation we had the first night I was here but thought better of it. It didn’t help that every interaction since he kept himself distant and professional. He put a wall between us. One I didn’t think I would be able to climb over. The sooner I let go of his sudden, mind-spinning change of heart, the better.

I shook my head. “I’m good, I think.”

He looked down at the cup on my desk. “I left more coffee in the kitchen if you want it.”

“Thank you. Very sweet of you,” I said. “Still nothing from the ever-absent owner?”

I had yet to meet him, which seemed rather unorthodox for a business owner. My aggravation was growing for a man I had yet to even meet. It was problematic for me in the sense that I needed him to sign off on a few things, but the longer he remained reclusive, the longer it would be before these much-needed changes could take effect.

That, and I was curious to find out if he was as gorgeous as Gunnar and Declan.

He shook his head. “I’m equally as annoyed. It’s not like him to be so evasive.”

“I wonder if there is a reason for his lack of involvement,” I said.

“It’s just him, it seems,” Gunnar said. “He did lose his parents a few months ago, but he behaved like this before that happened.”

“Oh, that’s so sad,” I said. My heart hurt at King’s loss. I thought of what I would do if I lost my father and I instantly felt pity for the man.

“They were well-loved,” Gunnar said. “We all miss them. But, as I said, King was dismissive and absent even before they died. I don’t think he even knows why he does what he does.”

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