Page 22 of Matchmaking With Cupid

"Of course." He smiled and waved me over. He tapped out a couple of things and pulled up the file on the screen. "It's a shame considering how good of a match they are for one another."

I nodded. "They've even beaten us."

He chuckled. "I wouldn't worry about that too much." He turned, reached out to touch my waist and pulled me closer.It was entirely inappropriate for work, but there was nothing I could do to stop myself.

I leaned in and kissed him deeply, enjoying the feel of his hand on my hip and wanting more of it.

"The door," he murmured. "It's not locked." He seemed as if he wanted to move to go sort it, but didn't pull himself away from me.

"I've got it." I called magic to my fingers and tossed it in the direction of the office door. There was a loud click signalling that the door was locked. Something akin to anticipation welled up within me in response. I wasn't sure precisely what we were about to do, but Ididknow that I didn't want any of my co-workers walking in on it.

Cupid raised an eyebrow. "A handy trick."

"Because you couldn't have done it?"

"Actually, no," he responded. "I was human before I became a god. And my only godly power is the ability to look this good." He flashed me a cheeky grin.

I laughed, unable to help myself. "So you don't have any magic?"

"Just the arrows, but as I told you last night, the only thing special about them is the fact I'm an expert marksman."

"Oh."

"Disappointed?"

"I don't know, there's lots of talk around the office about the magical orgasms love gods can give." I trailed my fingers over his chest, wondering if this was the right thing to bring up. I'd been thinking about what would have happened if I'd suggested he came back to my flat with me last night instead of parting ways with one another.

He chuckled. "Is that so?"

My cheeks heated red. "Forget I said that."

"I can, if you want."

I nodded, not really knowing what else to do.

"Or I can show you why I don't need that particular power." He reached out and skimmed his hand over my arm.

"Let's guess? Practice makes perfect."

"Just like archery," he promised. "I'm not going to pretend to have been a saint." The words were so soft that they felt kind of intimate. Which I supposed they were, and not just because of how close we were together.

"I didn't expect you to be."

"Surprising. Many people do because of the cherub thing."

"I can safely say that I've never thought about you as a fat little baby with wings."

"I'm glad about that." He trailed his hand down my arm, leaving a path of warmth behind it.

I licked my lips, drawing his gaze there. Feeling bold, I met his gaze and put my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat faster.

He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine so softly that it left me begging for more. Except that I didn't have to tell him that as he kissed me again, deeper this time.

He turned me around and gently pushed on my shoulders so that I was sitting on his desk. I reached backwards, my hand catching on his keyboard. A beep came from the machine and I tensed.

"Don't worry about it," Cupid murmured. "We'll deal with it afterwards." He reached around me to move the keyboard out of the way.

Maybe we should have used it as an indication that we should stop, but my mind was a bit hazy and I wanted to feel some of the things I'd been thinking about.

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