Page 83 of Bonded

He perches himself on the corner of her desk, watching as she pulls her vest and then sports bra over her head—taking them off. She hands them to him and again he folds them and lays them in a neat pile next to him.

With his eyes fixed on her, he stands up and strokes his hands down her arms then over her chest. Slowly his finger draws a circular pattern around her breast and he teases her nipples by pulling, twisting, and tugging at them. He stares watching as she holds back a quiet yelp, the pain sends a flood of excitement between her legs and she can feel her panties are already wet.

Standing in front of him, his hand on her hip holding her still, he positions his mouth against her breast and gently bites. The bite becomes a suck—it’s hard and his teeth graze, plucking her nipple until she can do nothing but moan and gasp. Flicking the tender hot bead with his tongue, his hands on the other, pulling and squeezing it. She closes her eyes as his mouth trails up her neck and he bites at her lip—testing her. She knows if she cries out she’ll be punished with a hard smack to her ass and right now here in the office, there is no way she can do that because someone might hear.

She stifles her groans, and he smiles. Upping the game. His fingers find their way inside her panties and he plays with her clit. “Oh my god…” She swallows her moan but thrusts her hips forward, encouraging him more.

She wants to grab at his head, touch him, pull him to her but she can’t. Touching him would be more punishment and she settles with massaging her breasts as she gasps a loud groan—fantasizing about him spanking her ass.

Her thoughts are interrupted as he orders again. “Take them off!”

She obliges, sliding her black stretch panties down her legs, and then he pushes her back towards the desk. He can’t resist, he wants to taste her, and laying her back, he hooks her leg on his arm and teases his tongue against her—the tip flickers firmly on her clit and she groans, begging for more. Closing her eyes, she gasps his name as he continues pleasuring her. Then suddenly he stops and stands up.

Grinning wickedly, he issues his next order. “Get showered!”

“What the fuck?” She glares displeased and snarls at him. “Are you fuckin’ serious? No, you can’t leave me like that. Darius, please… Please, you’ve gotta finish what you started.” She smiles, tipping her head, trying to tempt him.

“No, I told you, I want to watch you take a shower. I said now, Lieutenant!” he snaps bruskly. “I haven’t got all day.”

Clambering down from the desk, she heads into the small ensuite. “You know I can play this game too,” she smiles teasingly, biting her lip.

With the water running Kat steps inside and leaving the door open, she focuses on him then taking the wash gel from the rack, lathers it, and slowly rubs it over her arms. Deliberately avoiding her breasts she turns her back to him and washes down the length of her legs and bending over she smirks; teasing her ass in his direction.

He doesn’t flinch, his face expressionless and Kat can only wonder about the thoughts going on in that deep dark head of his.

Eventually, he caves to her teasing, as she continues to avoid the area he most wants to see her touch. “You missed a bit!”

“Oh… oh did I? Which part is that?” She smiles. “You mean… here?” She points to her shoulder and covers it in the soapy lather. “Or maybe here?” She points to her knee. Her voice hushes as she steps to the open door and taking a breath, trails her hand in a line down her stomach to touch between her legs, “or… did you mean here?”

She can hear the loud hiss of air through his teeth as he sighs, followed by a chesty rumbling growl as he wonders how long he can hold out from touching her.

With her eyes still focused on him she rubs small circles around her clit. “Oh… " She groans trying to tempt him. Still, he doesn’t move, and somewhat annoyed she rinses the creamy soap from her skin and steps out of the shower. Then moving slowly, she takes a towel from the hook and pats her body dry.

He can feel his blood pumping with excitement and it fills his cock, making him hard. The sweet smell of the soapy wash mixed with her sexy scent fills his nostrils, turning him on more—he closes his eyes and logs naked pictures in his brain for later.

Kat smiles, listening to his groans as he watches her teasingly drying herself. She has to focus, concentrating hard to keep Luna quiet. Her wolf is growling with snarls of displeasure—reminding Kat how ludicrously stupid what she’s doing is, not only for her career prospects and reputation but for her relationship with Digby.

The wolf believed that Kat had finally settled with her mate—accepted they were a thing, but now finds herself once again in turmoil as Kat’s womanly human side wants something more, something the wolf doesn’t like. This is so deeply dark and dangerous, and all her sanity is just thrown to one side for the thrill of momentary pleasure.

Kat can’t help herself—there is something so alluring about him; doing this with him. So risky, that it’s addictively exciting. And just like taking a drug, she needs it; she needs the high that Darius gives her. He consumes her mind and the chemistry between them is like an out-of-body experience as he hypnotizes her. But every time she convinces herself she won’t do it again; she goes back for more.

There’s a bleep of his phone and he groans, the pleasure now gone from the tone. “Edwards. Wants to see me now. I’m gonna have to go.”

“Yeah, sure… You should… go. This was stupid, I mean it was fun but…”

“Hey, we’ll be together when we get back. I promise. I’ll book the hotel.”

“Okay, but… we could go to the club? Our room… again?” She grins, biting her lip, her hand toying with the buttons on his camouflage shirt—teasing.

“Kat, we can’t go to the club it’s too risky. But… I will have to go there.”

“What? What do you mean, go there? You mean to be with someone? Darius, you wanna go there and be with someone else?”

“No. No, I don’t want to be with anyone… But I will have to. Look if I don’t then Rhys and Michael are gonna get suspicious. Hell, I haven’t been there for a couple of weeks. That’s not normal for me and they’re gonna notice.”

“But… Darius, no! No, I thought I was yours now?”

“You are. It’s just… Kat, I don’t think I need to remind you, you’re hardly exclusive… Digby?”

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