Page 20 of Lips of an Angel

Kali’s mugshot.

I couldn’t even read any of the words. My head spun and my vision blurred. Brown eyes stared back at me, ones that I’d trusted. Someone said something, but I couldn’t make out what it was, only Ryder telling people to put their phones away and get to work.

“Can you cover things for a minute?” I asked him.

I didn’t wait for his answer before hightailing it down the hallway for some privacy, not quite getting to the office door. I weighed my phone in my palm, considering hurling the device at the wall across from me. Deciding better of it, I pushed off the wall, scrubbing my hands over my face… so I didn’t see the person coming up behind me until I spun and collided into them.

Ryder swore, stumbling on his feet. I wrapped an arm around his waist, catching him. As my hands found his hips, a spark ignited in my belly, shooting through my veins.

“You okay?” he asked, breathless, stabilizing by clutching my shoulders.

All I saw was his mouth, the perfect shape of his cupid’s bow and the swollen bottom lip that he had a habit of biting. My thumb stroked his side, feeling the soft cotton of his T-shirt and the heat from his skin through the fabric. I squeezed, and he wiggled in response. My heart kicked into gear—and so did my cock.

“Raleigh,” he said, pulling my eyes back to his. There was very little to keep me from closing the distance between our mouths. Seconds seemed to pull into minutes as I stared at him, a silent question on my face. I pulled my lip ring between my teeth, and he tracked the motion, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Good enough.

“Come with me.” Releasing his waist, I took him by the hand and yanked him into the office. I didn’t pause to turn on the lights, I simply pulled him into the dark space. He stumbled to keep up as I tugged him into the office’s bathroom and shut the door. We could only see by the dim plug-in light next to the sink. I slammed him against the closed door, ducking my head down. My mouth took his, forcing a surprised grunt from his chest. But Ryder being Ryder, he easily relaxed into the kiss. His right hand threaded into my hair, his left pulling me closer by my hip. The grunt became a satisfied hum. I eased up, and he tugged my lip ring as our mouths broke apart.

“What’s all this about?” he asked, voice quavering as I nuzzled into his neck.

My tongue darted out to lick a path to his ear. “I thought I should properly express my appreciation for everything you’ve done for me.”

And I dropped to my knees.

“Oh, shit,” he gasped, both hands locking into my hair. “Yes, please.”

“I just need you to do one more thing.”

He sighed, hips rocking against my mouth. “Anything.”

“Stay quiet,” I ordered, fingering the button on his jeans. “Someone could come in here at any second. Make a sound…” I cupped his erection in my hand, “and I stop. Understood?”

Ryder nodded frantically, curls bouncing around his face.

I set to work. Nimble fingers worked his button open, lowered the zipper, and tugged his jeans down his thighs in record time. My mouth watered when I noticed he wasn’t wearing underwear. Sweet, desperate pants came from above me, and the sounds spurred me on. I wasted no time, wrapping my lips around Ryder’s cock and pulling it into my mouth. He moaned a little too loudly, and I paused in admonishment. His best attempt at silence was sabotaged by a whimper, but it was hot enough that I continued, effortlessly swallowing him. Hands in my hair, he gave an experimental roll of his hips. I took it in stride, cupping his ass and guiding him farther down my throat.

As I suspected, Ryder couldn’t stay quiet if you paid him. His moaning got louder each time my throat constricted around his shaft, but I needed this release too badly to stop. His hands tightened in my hair. Letting go of his ass cheek with one hand, I snaked it up his stomach and chest until my fingers tapped against his lips. He eagerly took them into his mouth and sucked—hard. My cock punched against the fabric of my pants at his skilled move. My tongue swirled around his cockhead, and his mirrored mine around my fingers.

When we heard the office door open, Ryder sputtered in surprise and tried to release my fingers. But I didn’t waver: I doubled down, sucking harder and shoving my fingers further down his throat. He gagged but recovered.

My phone chimed in my pocket. Angel.

Are you in here?

I popped off Ryder’s cock but kept my fingers in his mouth. His eyes sparkled with mischief in the dim light. He slurped away, saliva dribbling down his chin and over my hand.Fuck, he was hot.

“In the bathroom,” I called.

Another chime.

In the dark? Are you okay?

“Fine,” I called back, trying not to sound out of breath. “I just, uh, really had to go. Go back to bed.”

Ryder snickered around my fingers, and I shot him a warning glare. His dick bobbed in front of my face, and my tongue darted out to swipe the drop of precome threatening to fall. Ryder squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to stay quiet.

Are you sure?

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