Page 24 of Blood Ties
“Extremely.”
“Regret not drinking from me this morning, don’t you?”
He raised his head letting his gray gaze pierce straight into my blue one. “I most certainly do not. It means I get to have you now.”
“But your secretary?”
He shrugged. “I guess that means you need to be quiet.” He looked over my outfit, almost as if he was pondering something.
“What?” I was curious.
“White, Gaby?” Not comprehending the issue I looked down, realizing he meant my dress. Grayson grinned wickedly. “I guess that means I’ll just have to take it off of you. We wouldn’t want to risk it getting stained with blood.”
He pulled the dress from my body and let it fall to the floor. His eyes raked over me as I sat there, perched on his desk in nothing but my white lace bra and matching panties. He eased me back until I was lying flat against his desk, my head just barely on the desk. He adjusted my leg and his chair until he found the perfect angle. Without warning, he struck, jarring me. It caused me to gasp then instantly groan as I felt the wetness begin to pool between my thighs that wasn’t from the blood. My toes curled and my body writhed wanting more than just the lustful build that his feeding from me was creating. Without breaking the connection, I felt his fingers trail up my inner thigh to my junction rubbing over my sensitive nub. My back arched off the desk wanting more. Shoving my panties to the side, he slid two fingers effortlessly in.
“Ah…” I moaned.
With a groan, Grayson withdrew himself entirely from me, leaving my empty. He gripped my thighs pulling me to the very edge of the desk. I laid there panting with anticipation when his mouth claimed my sex. I knew I should be quiet, but that moment I couldn’t help but cry out his name.
His tongue invaded my folds, tasting me and caressing me. He slipped his fingers back into me letting them work in tandem with his tongue when his desk phone rang.
“Will you answer that for me, baby, and tell them I’m busy,” he spoke only breaking his mouth from me for a moment while his fingers kept up the penetrating torture.
“What?” In my libido driven state I couldn’t absorb his request, so he repeated it. “Can’t you just let it ring?” I huffed even though I knew he would have to break from the exquisite torment he was causing to answer me. He shook his head causing his tongue to roll over my clit.
“It’s Betty, she knows I’m here. Just answer it otherwise she’ll come in, unless you want me to stop.”
Groaning, I fumbled for the phone. “Mmmister Alexander’s office,” I stuttered while my voice came out higher pitched than normal.
“Gaby?” I recognized the voice as his secretary.
“Hey Betty,” I inhaled sharply. “What’s up?” I panted as Grayson thrust his fingers faster into me.
“Uh…” I could tell she didn’t quite know how to handle me answering. “I need to speak with Mr. Alexander about a phone call on line two.”
“Well,” I swallowed hard passed the lump in my throat. “Mr. Alexander is occupied…eating… right now.” I heard Grayson chuckle, but he didn’t stop his movement. My cheeks flushed, feeling completely embarrassed. I hadn’t realized what I implied until he chuckled. “Lunch,” I added hastily. “He can’t talk,” I let out a deep breath. I could feel myself racing towards the edge. “Tell them he’ll call back…later.”
“But Gaby…”
I hung up just as the orgasm ripped through me. I buried my fingers in his hair clutching him closer until I eased back into my skin.
“That was the best lunch I’ve ever eaten,” he whispered as he pulled me up to sit claiming my mouth with his. I could taste my blood and arousal on his tongue and even though he had just given me an earth shattering orgasm, I wanted him again.
“Wait,” he demanded pressing against my shoulder when he saw where I what I was planning. “I have to tell you something.” Cocking my head to the side, I looked at him curiously. He rolled his tongue over his lips he hesitated.
“Grayson! What?”
“Your mother called my office last night leaving a message on my voicemail. I got it this morning when I arrived.”
My brow knitted. “My mother called you?”
He nodded. “She heard back from the Seattle nests.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Apparently no one has heard from him in nearly two decades,” my mother explained to me. We were talking on the phone. I had called her shortly after the sun had set wanting to discuss with her the message she had left for Grayson. She hadn’t wanted to wake us with her exceedingly early morning call and instead opted for calling his office.
“Could he have changed his name?” I pondered. It wasn’t unusual for a vampire to change their name over the years. We lived so long that your given name wasn’t always used in the common day.
