Page 61 of Ready or Not

My normally stoic alpha does a double take when he spots me. A sly smile crosses his face a second later. “I’m going to have to call you back.” He hangs up his office phone and links his hands on the desktop.

“Yes, you will,” I declare, planting my hands on my hips. “I woke up and you were missing.”

“And you didn’t like that?” He bites his thick lower lip, raising his eyebrows.

“I did not.”

“Well, I find that absolutely adorable.” Mercy grins. “Why don’t you come sit with me?”

“That sounds like a good idea, but that chair leaves something to be desired.”

“The couch, it is.” He stands, steps around his desk, and comes to a stop in front of me. He bends low, giving me a tender kiss. “Good morning, love.” He guides us over to the sofa and takes a seat before pulling me to kneel over him.

“How’s everything going?” I ask, burying my face in his throat.

“Surprisingly well. There was a small act of vandalism in the parking lot in question late last night. Luckily, a friend at the fire department confirmed there was no actual damage to the building after several small fires were set throughout the parking lot. It seems to be the consensus that bored teens were to blame. The fires were put out, and optimistically speaking, all the evidence was washed away in the cleanup.”

“That was fortuitous,” I agree.

“Bishop and Holt are planning to come back late this afternoon.” Mercy slides his hand up and down my back. “Ranger is in the process of gauging whether the remaining assailant has any helpful information.”

“That sounds a little like he’s your interrogator.” I laugh. “Does he torture people for said information?”

Mercy nods. “He does.”

“Oh.” My lips roll together. “I was actually joking, but good to know.”

“He’s not a threat to good people, but there are some vile human beings that natural selection seems to have missed?—”

“You really don’t need to defend your actions to me.” I push up on my knees and nuzzle my cheek to his. “Truthfully, I wasn’t even that scared last night. Okay, I was, but I was angry more than anything else. I’m relieved that those guys are no longer around to cause harm to the world.”

“You’re sure you’re not experiencing some residual shock?” he asks with a chuckle.

“Not in the least.” I lick the seam of his lips, and he opens for me. The kiss goes from light and tender to sinfully dirty as his hands palm my ass under my dress. His scent is heavy in the air. It makes the room smell like old books, and I vaguely wonder if this house has a library.

All random thoughts disappear as he pulls my pussy apart, teasing my lower lips with his pinkies. His desire floods the bond as he yanks me down hard on his denim-covered cock. My hands fall to work the button on his jeans as he grins against my lips.

“You know, we haven’t christened my office just yet.”

I laugh, working his zipper down. “That’s what we’re working on now, handsome.”

“I get a nickname too? I quite like that.” He massages the globes of my ass, still brushing his fingers against my core. My system was ready to go when I woke up this morning, but then I was annoyed he was gone.

Now I’m ready to feel his hard length inside of me. I manage to free his erection as I hold myself up. His hands leave my body to push his jeans and boxers down. The sticky tip of his cock bounces around my ass as he yanks off his T-shirt and quickly helps me out of my dress.

My hair falls around my shoulders, teasing my skin as he pulls me closer with a forearm around my lower back. His shaft ends up trapped between us. I grind it against his pelvis as he growls, kissing the hell out of me again.

“I’m absolutely enamored by you,” he says, and the curve of his smile against my lips makes my heart race. My stomach squishes against his as my nipples tighten, brushing over his strong chest.

My impulses are equally as enamored by the way his hand tightens on my lower back. Though his office is big, he still makes me feel safe. He hooks a hand between us, brushing my clit as I gyrate my hips. Grabbing his shaft, he slides it through my slickness.

“I never feel like I’ve done enough to justify this,” Mercy growls, positioning his tip at my opening. “But I’m selfish enough to soak up every second of your affection.” His forearm guides me down as his hand tightens on my back. He gives me a little shove as I lower on my knees.

My inner walls stretch around him, and it’s intense, but God, he feels heavenly. His skin is warm against mine as I sink farther down his impressive length.

He nuzzles his cheek to mine, moving closer to my ear. “Good fucking God, Vale. The things my impulses are screaming at me to do to you…”

A shiver runs down my spine as my nipples tighten. “I love the sound of that.”

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