Page 29 of Knot My Boss

I want to ask what caused her appearance in my office, but with our history, I think better of it and stay silent. Our chests heave as we work to catch our breath. Resting my head against the wall behind the couch, I relish the feel of Darby in my arms, on my lap, and my cock.

Fifteen minutes later, just when I think she has dozed off, she stands, lifting off my still hard dick. She glances at it before lifting her eyes to meet mine. Narrowing her gaze at me, she seems to remember her anger suddenly. Righting her clothes, she exits as abruptly as she entered, leaving the door wide open.

That’s how Declan finds me. He takes one look at me sitting on the couch, pants open, shirt ripped apart, and my dick hanging out before he breaks into laughter, walking away. Scrambling to put myself back together, I am forced to put on a uniform shirt as mine is unwearable.

Entering the dining room, I get several looks, but I ignore them all. Tracking Declan down, he fights his smile as he gives me a once-over, breaking into raucous laughter at my appearance.

“Shut up, asshole,” I mutter.

Darby

Inspecting the empty retail space across the street from Simmer Down, I had the strongest urge to see Arek. It was as if I was possessed and suddenly so fucking horny, I was breaking out into a cold sweat.

Barging into his office and fucking him, or him fucking me, wasn’t my original plan, but once we had sex, my body was my own again. The real estate agent gave me a funny look when I returned to her office, reeking of sex, to sign the lease. I give her my father’s information for the security deposit and first month’s rent before returning home. Well, Kyle and Dayton’s home.

Fiora comes stumbling in, looking awestruck, and I pause in my packing to sit and have a heart-to-heart with my friend. My mouth hangs open in surprise when she tells me about everything that happened in Lancaster, but also mating both Brady and Tavan. When she informs me that Brady thinks she might be a dragon shifter, I almost fall over.

“Yeah, I am supposed to meet him later today, at the sheriff’s office, so that he can start some research,” Fiora says, her face pale.

“Are you okay with all of this?” I ask, keeping my voice soft, since she is already spooked.

“I don’t have much of a choice,” she quips.

“Guess not,” I say, wanting to slap my forehead for my blonde moment. “I am moving my stuff into the apartment above the Whiskey Genie. Do you want to come with? You can stay with me, unless you are moving in with Tavan or Brady?”

Cringing at the look on her face, I wrap Fiora in a hug. It’s obvious the three of them haven’t gotten that far yet.

Pulling away from me, her nose wrinkles in disgust. “You might want to shower first. You stink like sex.”

“How can you—” Stopping mid-question, my eyes flare. Only paranormals seem to have such sensitive senses. “Fuck,” I draw out, my head falling backward.

Grabbing a bag off the floor, I turn toward the door of my bedroom. “I am going to start putting my stuff in the car, while you figure out what you want to do. I signed the lease on my storefront and now need to begin ordering equipment and supplies. Additionally, I have consultations scheduled with Arek’s cousins, as they are all interested in new ink.

“Okay, I will load my stuff in my car and follow you into town. I will meet you at the Whiskey Genie after I meet with Brady,”Fiora tells me, before heading toward the room she has been staying in.

Chapter 18 - Darby

Daddy confirmed my supply order and added overnight shipping. Assuming they can travel the roads, I should start setting up my tattoo shop tomorrow and be able to accept clients in a couple of days.

Currently, I am sitting with Declan, Daegyn, Hayder, and Jathen, discussing tattoo designs. Hayder is Arek’s brother, while Jathen is Declan and Daegyn’s brother. Declan and Daegyn informed me that Arek’s brother, Gunnar, who I haven’t met yet, also wants to schedule an appointment.

“Can you pencil me in too?” Raven asks, looking over my shoulder at the design I am sketching for Hayder.

“Sure,” I answer. “Just jot down a couple of ideas for what you want to get. I will take a look at it, then we can discuss it.”

“Perfect,” Raven answers, grabbing the empty beer bottles off the table before walking away.

“What the fuck is going on here?” an irate voice bellows from behind me.

“Slow your roll, dude,” Hayder says, his posture turning rigid.

“You are with my mate!” Arek snarls, his voice now in a deeper tone, indicating that his bear is annoyed.

Rising to my feet, I spin around to face him, poking him the chest with my finger, punctuating each word. “I. Am. Working.” Taking a deep breath, so we aren’t both angry, I let it out slowly. “This is what I do. You need to find a way to accept that,” I warn him.

“Your place—” Arek starts before I cut him off.

“Fuck. You!” I yell, knowing that everyone in the bar is watching the show we are putting on. This seems to be a pattern for us.

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