Page 25 of The Lynx and the Llama
Fuck! Now I’m feeling her up in our shared office space, and I didn’t even mean to do that!
“Sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t—I—”
Well, damn, this wasn’t what he’d planned this morning when he rolled out of bed. How embarrassing! He couldn’t fuck this up anymore, even if he tried! Quinn shot his hand up to her shoulder in a split second.
“God, I’m sorry. I meant to brush my hand through my hair. And—wow, that sounds just as stupid as what I just did.”
“It’s okay. But let’s finish this.” She placed her steady palm over his, guided it over the black button, and pressed his index finger over it. “There! You are all set. I’ll be back. I need to get the documents that need the king’s signature.”
Quinn quickly sat down at the desk and buried his face in his hands.
“This is going to be the longest day of my life,” he said while raking his hands across his face, hoping his red, hot cheeks didn’t look as bad as they felt.
* * *
Erika rushed out of the office as quickly as her legs would carry her. Because if she stayed? She would have run her hands through his thick, wavy locks and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
Why did all logic leave her senses when it came to this man?
Because he’s hot as hell with those fuck-me glasses—that’s why, Jean.
She let out a sigh once she knew she wasn’t in earshot of the sexy llama and placed a palm over the top of her breast he’d held with his hand just moments ago. It was still searing with his heat, branding her with his essence, and it felt like nothing she’d ever had before. No man had ever touched her like this.
How the hell am I going to last a day, let alone the rest of the week, with this guy in the same room as me?
She let out another sigh before heading over to the desk where all the documents were for the king’s attention. She clutched the folder close to her chest to hide her nipples, which were still as hard as diamonds from Quinn’s touch. Once she returned to the office, she avoided eye contact with Quinn and breezed into King Rayan’s office, placing the documents down on his desk. All she wanted to do was hide in Rayan’s office, but she couldn’t because no matter how much she wanted to kiss Quinn again, she shouldn’t. They were working on a case together, and that was that. And not to mention the fact that he’d be going home to British Columbia once his assignment was done.
She took in a deep breath, puffed out her chest, and tried to shrug off all signs that she was in heat before sitting at her desk to review King Rayan’s SHIT speech.
She successfully avoided Quinn’s brooding stare throughout the day and was proud of herself for doing it. But now that the king had left for the day, she felt strange not talking to Quinn. She peered up from her computer, and her breath hitched when his steely gaze met hers.
“Look, I get what I did was inappropriate, and I said I was sorry. So why are you avoiding me?”
Erika rose from her desk and walked over to the printer to retrieve King Rayan’s speech she’d just printed out. She always enjoyed doing the final read-through on hard copy with a red pen.
“I’m not avoiding you,” she said as she headed into the king’s office. Quinn followed behind her before the door closed.
“Yes, you are,” he insisted as he clasped a hand around Erika’s wrist. He turned her to face him. “Please tell me I didn’t completely fuck up with you. I think I’d die if you told me that.”
Erika’s breathing became rapid as his gaze bore into her, and his hot breath caused goosebumps to pepper each exposed part of her skin.
“Quinn…” Her mouth went dry, and she quickly swallowed before speaking again. “I know it was an accident. It’s just—”
She bit her bottom lip, and that sent his eyes into a blazing heat. He pulled her closer to his waist and palmed her cheek.
“It’s just what, exactly?”
“I had to ignore you, or I wouldn’t get any work done. All I’ve been thinking about is that kiss from yesterday.”
“I can’t stop thinking about it, either.”
His voice was a whisper over her lips, and before she could catch her breath, his mouth was on hers. She let out a quick gasp as his palms slid down the length of her back and cupped her butt cheeks, pulling her closer to his rock-hard erection. His tongue pressed against the seam of her mouth, and she opened it, welcoming him inside her. He licked and teased her tongue before nibbling on her bottom lip. A groan vibrated deep within his chest before he ripped his lips from hers.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day, kitten,” he whispered over her lips before pulling her into another warm embrace.
She slid her palms up on his pecs. “Quinn, we should stop now, or there is no way I can promise you I will want to later.”
His lips began kissing the crux of her neck, and she let out a soft moan before digging her nails into his skin.
