Page 44 of Suspicious

“Thirteen years,” I murmur under my breath.

She exhales but keeps prodding. “You really could do with some better lighting in here. I get the whole green fluorescent Loki thing, but it can’t be good for your eyesight. You have to take better care of yourself, Alex.”

“Loki,”I snap back at her.

“You know, you could paint a mural on the wall over there. Get a full Marvel wall art going. You could really spruce this place up a bit—”

“It’s fine the way it is!” I return fire.

She huffs and jumps down from the desk, slumping into the seat beside me, then begins swinging from side to side in the most annoying way. The chair squeaks with every turn she makes. “You know what I think you need?” she asks.

Clenching my eyes tight, I rub my temple in frustration. “No,but I’m sure you’re going to tell—”

“You need a vacation. Have you even been away from the club since you joined? What you do is really stressful—”

“No kidding.”

“And I think you’re wearing yourself too thin here, Loki.”

“Maybe if people would let me get on with my damn work—”

“I’m going to book you a trip somewhere. Maybe Fiji? As your friend, I think I should tell you when you’re working yourself too hard—”

“That’s it!” I growl, spinning in my chair, and then I stand, towering over her. Her eyes widen as I step up to her chair, my hands on either side of her as I lean down, right into her face. Her breathing hitches when our eyes connect, and an instant fire ignites between us, her chest rising and falling in quick succession, my mouth inches from hers.

She smells so fucking good it’s taking all of my strength not to slam my lips to hers.

But she doesn’t remember last night.

Nothing!

So I can’t.

The air around us swirls, her fingers clenching tightly into the armrests of her chair, and her eyes lock with mine.

It’s intense.

Alluring.

And so fucking intoxicating.

“If you’re going to be in here while I’m working, the only time you are to have that mouth of yours open is if I put something in it.Do you understand me?”

Her eyes widen in shock, and a slight crimson flashes across her cheeks. “Mm-hmm.”

My nostrils flair while I try to gain control of my cock from straining against the seam of my jeans. Seeing the look on her face is everything I thought it would be. Mischievous with thathint of sparkle—the reason I gave her that nickname in the first place.

But I can’t think about that right now, or I’m going to end up kissing her right here, right now.

With my heart racing in my chest, I slowly pull back from Bea, her eyes staying focused on me the entire time. Her chest is rising and falling so fast that she might hyperventilate if she doesn’t control her breathing soon. Her thighs clench tightly together, inwardly making me smile as I turn toward my top drawer, sliding it open and pulling out a box of Mike and Ike sour candies.

Ripping open the packet, I pop out a couple into my palm and face Bea again. She’s smiling now as I tilt my head at her. “Now. Open,” I demand.

She raises her brow at me like she’s surprised.“Thisis what you want to put in my mouth?”

Shrugging, I furrow my brows. “What else would I put in your mouth, Bea?” I ask, a slow grin forming across my face.

Her eyes drop to my crotch, only for the briefest second, and then back up to my face. My chest squeezes, knowing I have her thinking about my cock.

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