Page 18 of Horns for the Holidays

I should stop this. Anyone could walk by. Anyone could see his hand disappearing beneath my dress. But god help me, I didn’t want him to stop.

“Don’t you think we should... join in the fun?” His fingertips grazed the edge of my panties, and I barely stifled a gasp. “For thorough research, of course.”

“Kotos,” I hissed, darting a look around the crowded room. “Anyone could see us.”

He grinned, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Let them.”

A thrill of excitement shot through me at his words. I should have been mortified. Should have slapped his hand away and stormed off in a huff of righteous indignation.

Instead, I parted my thighs just a fraction wider.

Kotos’ grin widened in triumph as he slipped his fingers beneath the lace, finding me already embarrassingly wet. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he stroked me with agonizing slowness.

“You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his breath hot against my neck. “I’ve seen the way you look at those dark corners. The way your breath quickens when you catch a glimpse of what’s happening there.”

I wanted to deny it. To maintain some shred of professionalism.

A moan slipped past my defenses as he slid one thick finger inside me. My hips rocked against his hand of their own accord, chasing the pleasure he offered.

“That’s it,” he growled, his free hand gripping my hip. “Let go, Laramie. No one’s paying attention to us. They’re all too wrapped up in their own pleasure.”

He was right. The few people near our secluded alcove were far too engrossed in their own activities to notice what was happening between us. Still, the possibility of getting caught sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me.

Kotos must have felt it, because he chuckled darkly. “Such a naughty girl,” he purred. “So wet for me already.”

Without warning, he pulled me onto his lap. I gasped as I felt the hard length of him pressing against me. “Feel what you do to me?” he growled, rocking his hips. “How badly I want you?”

I ground down against him, relishing the way his breath hitched. “Kotos,” I whimpered as he slid a second thick finger inside me. “Oh, fuck.”

“Everything I’ve built,” he continued, “was meant to be shared. With someone brilliant enough to challenge me. Strong enough to stand beside me.” His thumb circled my clit, and I bit back a moan. “Someone who throws oranges at CEOs and doesn’t back down.”

I should have been mortified by the reminder. Instead, I ground harder against him. “Not exactly professional behavior.”

“Perfect behavior,” he growled. “For my mate.”

The word sent a jolt through me. Mate. The way he’d described it earlier... The pull so strong it was impossible to ignore. The scent that smelled like everything you’d ever wanted.

Could it be true? Was I really...?

“Kotos,” I whimpered. “Please...”

“Please what?” he asked, nipping at my earlobe. “Tell me what you want, Laramie.”

What did I want? I wanted him to never stop touching me. I wanted to drag him back to my room and spend hours exploring every inch of his body. I wanted...

“More,” I breathed. “I want more.”

My hand trembled as I slid it down Kotos’ broad chest, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his dress shirt. Part of me still couldn’t believe this was happening—that I rode my boss’s fingers, the last minotaur on Earth, in a semi-public setting. But the larger part of me burned with desire, desperate to feel more of him.

I fumbled with his zipper, my breath catching as I freed his impressive length. Holy shit. I’d known he’d be well-endowed, given our brush with impropriety on the skiff, but this was... intimidating. And incredibly arousing.

Heat pooled low in my belly as I wrapped my hand around his cock, marveling at how my fingers barely met. He groaned, thrusting into my grasp as he fucked me with his fingers. I clung to his broad shoulders for dear life, pleasure threatening to consume me completely.

His free hand closed around the nape of my neck, pulling me into a fiery kiss. I moaned into his mouth, losing myself in the sensations. His lips, his tongue, his hands...

But it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

Breaking the kiss, I shifted to kneel beside him on the plush couch. Kotos raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the cornersof his mouth as I bent forward. His eyes darkened as he realized my intentions.

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