Page 61 of Cold Carnage

His grip on my thighs tightened as he sucked gently on my clit, the sudden pressure making stars explode behind my closed eyelids. My hips bucked against him, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"Ryker," I breathed out his name like a prayer, lost in the sensation of his mouth on me.

He responded by increasing his pace, tongue working faster now as he focused entirely on my clit. The tension coiled tighter in my belly, each lick and suck pushing me closer to that elusive release.

His name spilled from my lips again, more urgent this time. I could feel myself teetering on the brink, every nerve ending alight with need.

Then he slipped a finger inside me, curling it just right as his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit.

I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape. The pressure built, coiling tighter with every flick of Ryker’s tongue. I tasted blood, a metallic tang mixing with the heady swirl of sensations coursing through me.

My fingers tightened in his hair as the climax hit me, sharp and overwhelming. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, each one more intense than the last. My thighs quivered, my body trembling uncontrollably. Ryker didn't stop, his mouth relentless against my sensitive flesh. Each stroke sent shivers up my spine, making it almost unbearable.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Too much…”

Finally, he slowed, easing off but not pulling away completely. He pressed a soft kiss against my inner thigh before standing. His eyes were dark with desire as he moved closer, his body pressing into mine.

Without a word, he captured my mouth in a fierce kiss. The taste of my blood mingled with the lingering flavor of myself on his lips. It was intoxicating and raw, making me dizzy with want. He moaned into the kiss, a deep sound that vibrated through me.

His hands gripped my hips tightly as he deepened the kiss, our breaths mingling in the heated space between us. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, mirroring the frantic beat of my own.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. We stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily and lost in the aftermath of our shared intensity.

At that moment, a sharp knock echoed through the room. I jumped, my heart lurching in my chest. Ryker didn't even look flustered. His eyes flickered toward the door before he slid back to his knees, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Without hesitation, he crawled under the desk, vanishing from sight just as I scrambled to stand up.

My hands shook as I adjusted my shirt, trying to smooth out the wrinkles and make myself presentable. The blood rushed in my ears, drowning out everything else.

“C-come in,” I called, turning just in time to see Gideon step into the room.

Gideon’s eyes swept over me briefly before landing on the scattered papers and the chair that was slightly out of place. His brow furrowed, but he didn't comment.

“Paige,” he greeted, his tone neutral. “I hope I'm not interrupting anything.”

“N-no,” I stammered, cursing myself for sounding so flustered. “Just... finishing up some work.”

He nodded, taking a step closer. “I wanted to go over the final details for Ryker's back to school event."

I swallowed hard, trying to focus on his words while acutely aware of Ryker's presence under the desk. The memory of his mouth on me was still fresh, making it difficult to concentrate.

“Right,” I said, forcing a smile. “The back to school...”

Gideon handed me a folder, his eyes never leaving mine. “I need you to ensure everything runs smoothly. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

“Of course,” I replied, taking the folder from him. My fingers brushed against his briefly, and I hoped he couldn't feel how clammy they were.

He glanced around the room once more before meeting my gaze again. “Are you sure you’re all right? You seem a bit... distracted. And your face is flushed.”

“I’m fine,” I insisted, giving what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “Just a lot on my mind.”

Gideon hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. “All right then. Make sure everything is in order by morning.”

“Will do,” I promised.

He gave me one last scrutinizing look before turning to leave. As soon as the door closed behind him, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

Thank God he hadn’t seen my panties bundled under the chair.

Chapter 18

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