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Clearly catching my drift, Grant tugged my underwear down my legs and lifted my skirt around my waist. His face hovering and his hot breath sending tingles up my spine. I spread my arms out, clinging to the sheets as I prepared my body for the first lap of his tongue. Which would be everything or nothing, depending on his skill set and my possible disappointment. When the front door slammed shut with the force of the wind and I realized I’d completely forgotten to lock it.

“Want me to…?” Grant hitched a thumb over his shoulder, and I groaned my annoyance.

“Yes, please. Lock the deadbolt too, if you don’t mind?”

He nodded once in the pitch blackness of the room before pushing up from his knees and towering over the bed. I watched under my lids as he stalked out the door, his bare feet slapping against the wooden staircase as he made his way to the front of my tiny split-level condo.

A few minutes later, his footsteps came pounding back up those stairs, sounding both heavier and softer before a dark silhouette hovered on the threshold for a second longer than seemed natural. I didn’t have time enough to question it because he rushed forward. Spreading my thighs wide and shoving them roughly back towards my head.

The first stroke of his tongue was hungry. Like this man I barely knew certainly knew me. The second teasing while the third had my legs shaking. My eyes rolled back and my chin pointed towards the ceiling. My spine wasn’t even touching the mattress anymore as I tugged at the sheets for purchase. The sounds coming out of my mouth embarrassingly animalistic, if I cared enough to maintain my dignity right now.

I didn’t.

Not when the first orgasm ran through me, and I shot up off the mattress like I’d been electrocuted. Not when he shoved me back down, his large palm sprawled across my face as he licked, nipped, and sucked me until I came twice more. My chest heaving and my muscles liquefied. And not when he circled his tongue, slow and methodical, up over my clit, then lower. His nose pressed against my pubic bone as he literally fucked me with his mouth. Moving in and out. Back and forth. And side to side.

I was overstimulated but too exhausted to do anything about it, as this man played my body like a well-practiced instrument. Moving to a rhythm shared between him and my nerve endings while I remained the not-so-silent observer.

A satisfied smirk curled my lips, just barely. Even those muscles were tired. Before my thighs dropped to my sides and my lashes fluttered closed.

That was how you fucked a girl into a coma.

50

EMILY

“We’re sorry. The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service. Please hang up and try again.”

It had been weeks, and Grant still wasn’t returning my calls. No, that was a lie. Grant wasn’t even getting my calls. I think the bastard blocked me?

I hung up, glancing at my phone like it had personally offended me and pulled up the spreadsheet with all the financials I had to review for the month, while trying to figure out where things went wrong. And I didn’t mean with the numbers—which didn’t add up all that well either, mind you.

I wanted to know what I had done to deserve being ghosted. Again. I mean, I thought we had a decent enough end to our night. At least for me it was.

Unless that was his problem? That I didn’t reciprocate?

“Prick,” I muttered under my breath, tossing my phone aside and clicking away at my keyboard. Too lost to my irritation to realize someone had crept up behind me and was leaning over my desk chair to eye my screen. Someone with a distinctly masculine scent and baritone voice.

“What’d that poor PC ever do to offend you?”

“Hmm?” I pivoted in my seat and stared up into the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. Closer to an olive tone than emerald, a dimple appearing on one side of his mouth—a mouth that was presently kicked up into a panty-melting smirk.

He brushed a strand of his shaggy black hair behind one ear before dipping his head towards my desktop. “Excel giving you trouble?”

“What?” I flicked my gaze from the guy standing in front of me, to my screen, then back again. “Oh no. Excel is fine. Men are the real troublemakers.”

Shit!

“I mean, um, sorry… I shouldn’t have said that. It’s not very professional.”

“No need to apologize, Emily. You’re not wrong.” He chuckled before adding, “And as far as professional goes, you wouldn’t believe the shit I see in my line of work.” I quirked a curious brow and he quickly extended a palm while clarifying, “Elliot Walker, IT department.”

“Right. Bet you do.” I shook my head until another thought came to mind. “Wait… How do you know my name?”

This time a full grin spread across his face, his pouty lips revealing some of the whitest teeth I’d ever seen. “Elliot Walker, IT department,” he repeated. His way of saying how do you think?

“Of course.” I smiled back at him before spinning my chair around and tugging myself closer to my desk. As nice as it was to eye my hot but slightly creepy coworker, I really did have a shitstorm of receipts to sort through and my libido had been enough of a distraction for one day.

Guess old cat lady was the life for me.

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