Page 22 of Queen of Spades

“That fucking ass gets me every time,” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around my middle.

I snort, looking at him over my shoulder. “How is your dick already half-hard?”

His fingers tease down my stomach until he’s cupping my pussy. “That cheap, mostly see-through shower liner showed off all your curves as I was stripping out of my clothes.”

“Mmm,” I moan as he grinds against my butt and circles a finger around my clit. His other hand teases my side before working around to cup my tit.

“You’re smelling sweeter every day, Anni Girl,” he growls against my cheek. He brushes his palm over my clit as he moves a thick finger down to test my hole. “I think we’ve got to get back to me escorting you to your car every night.”

My nose wrinkles at the word because it reminds me that he used to fuck other people. Not just for pleasure, either, but as a job. Omegas are fiercely protective of our chosen alphas, but I think I take that one step further. Thinking about him with anyone else makes me a little murderous.

“Already slick for me,” he growls, nipping at my throat before licking the ache away. “We’ve got to talk about it sometime. You’ve been avoiding the folder for two days, but you know it’s not an exact science.”

I moan as his finger slides inside me.

My hips grind back, working his cock between my butt cheeks.

“Let’s talk about you fucking me,” I attempt to negotiate.

“We both saw how that went. I’d give just about anything to be able to meet your needs when you’re in heat, but that’s not how it goes.” His teeth rake over the top of my shoulder, and my pussy clenches around his finger. “I can make the call if you don’t want to. Jordan, the accountant, has plenty of PTO, and he said last time that he’d like to come back for your next one.”

“He’s just so boring,” I groan, wiggling my hips so his palm teases my swollen clit.

“But he’s got a magnificent cock,” Grady teases.

“All cocks with knots are magnificent to an omega in heat.”

“That’s hurtful.” He pinches my nipple hard, but the bite of pain only intensifies my pleasure.

“You know you have my favorite cock. That’s why I keep you around full-time.” I work my hips back against his, and I can feel the piercings lining the bottom of his shaft as they grind into my skin. “Why do you always bring back the most boring guys?”

Grady chuckles darkly. “You know why.”

I bite my lip to hold back the moan that tries to escape when he crooks his fingers just right. I’d like to think it’s because he doesn’t think they’re a risk. Like he knows they’re not the kinds of guys I’ll fall for, meaning they’ll never take me away from him.

“Please?” I sob, giving up the battle.

“Whatcha want, Anni Girl?”

“You,” I beg. “I want your cock.”

Grady lifts me, pulling my legs to wrap backward around his ass. “Hands on the wall.”

My hands fly to hold myself upright, but I quickly bring one down to grab his shaft. My tiny shower leaves something to be desired, but the hot water running down on my oversensitive skin only makes everything more intense. I run my thumb down his ladder piercing and guide his tip to my opening.

He bucks up into me, and I move that hand back to the wall to hold myself up.

I love the way he can lift me and toss me around. His forearm wraps around, sitting in the indent above my hip bone as he practices rutting into me. He teases his fingers down, brushing over my clit.

My tits bounce with every rabid thrust. It’s convenient being in the shower because I know I’m dripping slick like an omega in heat.

Dammit.

It’s not supposed to sneak up this fast.

“Are you daydreaming about the guy with suspenders?” Grady asks against the shell of my ear. “He was kinda hot for an old guy.”

“I was thinking about how I wish you’d stop playing games,” I groan. “You know how I like you to tease my clit. Why are you tormenting me?”

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