Page 19 of Horns for the Holidays

“For research?” I maintained eye contact as I lowered my head, giving his tip an experimental lick. The taste of him exploded across my tongue—salty and musky and utterly intoxicating. Kotos’ head fell back with a groan, the sound lost in the party’s buzz.

“Fuck, Laramie,” he growled as I took him into my mouth. “That feels... gods, that feels good.”

I hummed in agreement, swallowing him as deep as I could. Which, admittedly, wasn’t very far, given his size. But judging by the sounds Kotos made, he had no complaints. He tangled a hand in my hair, guiding me in a slow rhythm.

“Shit,” he hissed as I swirled my tongue along the underside of his shaft. “Just like that, love. Yes...”

Kotos’ fingers ghost along my spine. He traced the curve of my ass before dipping between my thighs. I moaned around his cock as he slid two thick digits inside me.

“You’re dripping,” he growled, pumping slowly in and out. “Are you thinking about how it’ll feel to have my cock stretching you wide?”

My pussy clenched around him at the filthy words. If anyone heard...

No, I was too far gone to care. All I could focus on was Kotos’ expert touch and the delicious fullness in my throat. I rocked against his hand, desperate for more friction.

“Or maybe you’re imagining someone watching from the shadows,” he continued, grip tightening in my hair. “Stroking themselves to the sight of you on your knees, pleasuring me like a good girl.”

Another wave of arousal flooded my system at his words. God, why did that image turn me on so much? I neverconsidered myself an exhibitionist, but the idea of someone watching us... seeing how thoroughly Kotos owned me...

His fingers curled inside me, hitting that sweet spot that sent sparks dancing behind my eyelids. I gasped around his cock, earning a rumbling groan.

“Laramie,” he grunted, thrusting deeper into my mouth. “Gods, Laramie. Fuck, I’m gonna...”

He came with a muffled cry, spilling hot and thick down my throat. The taste of him on my tongue, combined with the relentless pressure of his fingers, sent me tumbling over the edge after him.

I clamped my thighs around his hand, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me boneless and gasping for breath.

As the aftershocks subsided, I became acutely aware of our surroundings once more. The pulsing music, the murmur of voices, the occasional moan or cry of pleasure from other partygoers.

I drew back, gently wiping the edges of my mouth with my thumb. “Was that adequate data collection, Mr. Mavridis?”

Kotos stared at me, eyes blown wide with lust. Then he grinned, his expression downright devilish.

“I’m offended you’d think we were even close to finished, Ms. Scanlon,” he said. He reached into his jacket pocket and drew out the key card Devlin had comped him. “We have so much more research to conduct.”

I rose to my feet, smoothing my skirt back into place. Without another word, I took the key card from him and turned on my heel, heading for the door.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him staring after me with an openmouthed expression. But by the time I glanced over my shoulder, he was following behind me, a hungry look on his face.

My heart raced as we stumbled into the luxurious suite, a tangle of eager hands and hungry kisses. The door slammed shut behind us, muffling the pulsing music from the party below. My skin tingled everywhere Kotos touched me, electricity crackling between us.

I turned my back to him, glancing coyly over my shoulder. “Help me with my dress?”

Kotos’ eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his large hands coming to rest on my hips. I shivered as his fingers found the zipper at the nape of my neck, slowly dragging it downward. The whisper of fabric falling away was deafening in the muted quiet of the room.

I let the dress pool at my feet, leaving me in nothing but a lacy black bra, matching panties, and my heels. Kotos’ sharp intake of breath sent a thrill of satisfaction through me. I glanced over my shoulder and drank in the sight of him loosening his tie, his gaze burning with barely restrained desire.

“See something you like?” I teased, sauntering toward the bedroom with an extra sway of my hips.

Kotos growled low in his throat, following me like a predator stalking its prey. “You have no idea.”

Soft mood lighting flickered to life as we entered the bedroom. My eyes were immediately drawn to an elaborate gift basket sitting in the center of the king-sized bed.

“Oh, what’s this?” I crawled across the plush comforter, making sure Kotos had a front row view of my ass. Smug pride flared within me at his strangled groan.

Settling on my haunches, I rifled through the various toys and accessories left by Shadow Daddies representatives. Vibrators in various shapes and sizes, flavored lubes, a pair of fur-lined handcuffs?—

“Anything catch your interest?” Kotos asked, standing in the doorway. His suit jacket lay discarded on the floor, the top buttons of his shirt undone.

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