Page 34 of Caged Heat

“You know that date I went on the other night?”

He nodded, his eyes tracking every bit of motion I made.

“Well, um, I was avoiding him, but he found me yesterday, and well, you see… hmm.”

“Nora.”

That one simple word had so much command in it that I sucked in a breath, and my whole body went on alert, vibrating with need like a spring ready to uncoil.

“Heatemeoutonhisdeskandthenfuckedme,” I blurted, running it together into one mouthful.

August lifted one brow, not saying anything. But I didn’t miss how his eyes dilated, the green becoming darker as he stared.

“And he wants to date me. He knows about you and said he didn’t care as long as he got to be part of my life, too.” My eyes shuttered closed as I waited for him to dismiss me, to tell me to get off his lap and out of his bar.

“Baby.” His voice was soft as he gently lifted my chin. “Look at me, please.”

Opening one eye first, I didn’t understand what I saw in his eyes. Opening the other, I blinked as I focused on his face. His green eyes were blown, hunger evident on his face. Once he knew he had my attention, he rocked up into me.

Gasping, I bit my lip and held back a moan from the hard length that had just rubbed against my clit.

“But why?” I stuttered, not able to understand.

August smirked, smoothing my hair back as he softly kissed my lips. “Did he make you feel good, dove?”

I nodded.

“Tell me.”

My eyes widened, but I followed his command and gave him a play-by-play of how Jackson had spread me out on his desk and then fucked me with his clothes on. By the time I was done, I was a panting mess, squirming on his lap. His hands clamped down on my thighs, holding me still.

“Do you remember what I told you the other night about how you receiving pleasure is a turn-on for me?”

I nodded, my brow creasing as I tried to gather the new information. “So, you don’t care?”

“Oh, I care, dove.” He collared the back of my neck, bringing our foreheads together. “But if he’s someone you like, someone you want to see, then this is how I’ll be okay with it. I don’t want to know anything about him, just what he does to you.”

“Why?” I asked, confused.

“For one, I can use this to my advantage. He’ll help me get you ready for me. And the other… hearing about it is a turn on, and then I get to do what he did, too.”

He surged up, lifting me in his arms, and laid me back on his desk. August’s was more cluttered than Jackson’s, so pens and papers were under me, but I soon discovered I didn’t care as his sinful mouth brought me to three orgasms. When he pulled out a glass dildo to fuck me with later, I about combusted.

“You just happened to have that in there?”

He smirked, pushing it in and watching how I stretched for it. “No, dove. I bought it just for you. I like how I can see everything,” he purred, not stopping his pace.

Giving up my fight, I fell back on the desk and came hard around the glass dildo and effectively ruining another pair of panties. I would have to carry spares or go without at this rate.

We walked out together sometime later, August’s hand on the small of my back as we made our way to his car. As we waved goodbye, Steph gave me a knowing wink, and I tried to cover my red cheeks.

“Get it, Uncle Gus-Gus,” she hollered.

“You’re fired, brat,” he yelled back, much to her delight, as she cackled.

August proved to me that night that he was as good in the kitchen as he was with his tongue. Then reminded me how weak he could make me after dinner as I rode his fingers and another new toy he had for me.

Falling into bed that night, I pinched myself to ensure I hadn’t hit my head or dreamed the past few days.

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