Page 16 of Love Potions and Paperwork

“I gave you an instruction, didn’t I Eugine?” she asked, shrugging out of her blouse.

I swallowed hard, quick to get to my feet.

Maeve’s hand closed around my tie, pulling me in sharply and making me overbalance.

I froze when Maeve’s lips touched mine.

She tasted like coffee and something sweet and heady—honeysuckle, maybe?—making my stomach swoop uncomfortably.

The drop from a rollercoaster. The promise ofdanger.

Maeve was kissing me.

Maeve Randall, the editor in chief of this hellish magazine had her impossibly wet, soft tongue in my mouth.

And I was fucking loving it.

My body reacted immediately, my hands pressing onto the copy machine’s glass top and scrabbling for purchase.

There was no way I should be doing this. Thatweshould be doing this. She was my boss. I was ajuniorassistant for fuck sakes. I hadn’t even been given myowndesk, much less have anything to offer her outside of the office.

Maeve parted her lips, allowing my tongue to snake into her mouth, seeking more of her taste between eager kisses. Her finely manicured fingernails dug into my chest, a groan of pleasure escaping my lips.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.

“Please, Maeve—” I begged. “Let me fill you with my cum.”

Six

Maeve

Temporary insanity.

It was the only explanation for the hand wrapping around Eugine’s ridged cock, dragging the deep amber head over my swollen clit. I bit back a moan, kissing and nipping my way down the column of the mantis’ throat.

His low groan—as appreciative as it was desperate—made my knees weak.

Slowly, I guided him to my entrance. Even the barest tip of him notched at the tight ring of muscle was enough to make my oversensitive inner walls pulse with consuming, aching,need.

Fucking lust potions.

Eugine tucked his head against my shoulder, his warm forehead meeting my throat as he panted. “Please Maeve, a little more.”

His begging made my ears twitch, the arousal dampening my thighs bordering on embarassing.

My painted lips curved into a smirk, my resolve wavering.

It would be soeasyto just let him fuck me. To release the white-knuckle grip I held on the situation.

But that wasn’t the game.

I hooked a leg around his hips, forcing him just a fraction deeper into my cunt, my aching centre protesting the tease.

Eugine’s antenna stood straight up with his groan, his hips desperately attempting to kick forward.

That was the game.How far I could push him before he broke for me entirely. Before he took what he wanted.

I knew somewhere in there, under his mild manners and supposed pining was the monster I saw on the outside.

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