Page 14 of One Forbidden Night with Her Orc Boss

“Brann,” she moans my name, stretching it out as my tongue slips inside her. A whimper, her hips buck at my face, and I smile into her folds. I love that she’s relaxing, leaning into the moment. Her body sings to me.

“Say my name again,” I demand, loving the sound of my name on her tongue. She complies as I flick her clit with my tongue. “Again.”

This time, my name is breathy on her lips as I flick faster, sending her spiraling into her climax. Her body is exquisite as she arches, then folds forward, her chest resting against my head. Every desire within me is to push her farther, show her what we’re capable of together. But I promised her we would go at her pace.

Carefully, slowly, I rise to stand and hug her into myself, resting my chin on her head. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted. I want you to get a good night’s sleep, and we’ll talk at work.” She tightens in my arms. “Or, we’ll continue as we have at work, and we’ll talk later. Can I walk with you and Lucy again?”

“You sure you want to leave?” she asks as she pushes herself up and off me. I nod. “But—” she gestures at my dick, which is desperate to be released from my pants.

“I’m positive. I promised we’d go slow. This wasn’t about my pleasure or reciprocation. It’s about me showing you I’m committed. And that you’re all I desire.”

If possible, her cheeks are even redder than earlier. “Okay. Yes to the walk. No to the cookies.” Her pointed mom look draws a quiet chuckle from me.

Picking her up, I carry her to her room, which is probably a mistake, as it smells so strongly of her. Her tangled sheets beckon me. “You can set me down now. My legs work,” she whispers, smiling. I do as she says, eager to leave before my defenses destroy me and I have to pry myself away.

“Goodnight, Love.” A gentle kiss on her forehead, and I make my way to the door.

Chapter 9

Tasha

“Good morning! Lookslike you had a long night. Extra shot?” Ravena is too cheery as she makes my mocha latte. Her smile is too bright, almost forced, and her sing-song voice is too...peppy, cheery. Also, she acts like she remembers me. I shrug it off as I wait impatiently for my coffee.

I hadn’t planned on stopping, but after a night of tossing and turning, my cup of instant coffee wasn’t going to cut it. Listening to the crescendo of milk being frothed, I think about what Brann said, of how he is committed to Lucy and me.

Well, we’ll see buddy. I intend to fully put him to the test.

But first, I have to face him and my co-workers.

Work is definitely weird. Bjorn is prepping gear when I pass him to hang up my bag. He snorts, then sneezes, mumbling something under his breath that sounds strangely likeboss for breakfast. My cheeks heat, so I hurry to put my things away and don’t ask him to repeat himself. In fact, I may need to beg himnotto repeat himself to anyone else.

My moment passes when Captain Brann calls everyone to pay attention to his board. Bjorn and I stand, alert and ready. He stands tall in his Search And Rescue uniform, clipboard in one hand, other hand rustling his salt and pepper hair. Every inch of him sparks with electricity and power.

“Today we have two teens stuck on Briar Rock with the tide coming in fast. It’s a full moon, which means extra high. Wetsuits, fins, buoys, oxygen, blankets. Let’s roll.”

Bjorn and I gather gear, tossing it in the back of the work pick-up, then the three of us get in. Captain barrels us out of town toward the teens. Other than Bjorn offering the captain a chip, which Captain flings the bag out the window, no one says anything until we’re just a few minutes out.

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