Page 16 of The Lamb and the Llama
She released her hand from his face momentarily to press kisses from the base of his cock to the tip. They were hard and soft all at once. Then she kissed him on the mouth before slipping his cock inside of her as if she owned him. He matched each of her fervent thrusts. As the sensation of her walls pulsating around him made him ride the first wave of his orgasm, he cupped her ass and pounded into her, balls deep.
“You feel so damned good wrapped around my cock,” he said to her through jagged breaths. “Baby, I’m coming.”
She screamed his name as her nails dug into his back.
“I’m right there with you.”
Hearing those words made his release that much sweeter. He pulled her to his chest and floated in the water with her till they caught their breaths. The full moon cast a silvery glow on her skin that he began to trace shapes into while coming down from the mind-blowing high.
“I think I want to go home. It’s getting late, and we have a full day tomorrow. Race you back to our clothes?”
He smiled before shifting into his llama. She followed suit and shifted into her lamb. The two were back to where they dropped their clothes and changed in a matter of minutes.
“Come on. I’ll take you back to your car.”
He offered her his arm, and she took it, wrapping her arms around him. A warmth surrounded him he hadn’t felt in a long time, and God, how he wanted her to be the first thing he woke up to in the morning. And then the warmth hit his chest cavity as he realized he wanted to wake in her arms every day for the rest of his life.
They drove back to campus mostly in silence, and that made Richard a little uneasy. Did she not want him? Did she think they’d made a mistake? Sure, getting it on in the bar bathroom wasn’t exactly ideal for their first time. But skinny-dipping with her was a memory he’d never forget. Of course, he would have preferred taking her to his place. But the urge to have her was just too great. Spontaneity wasn’t exactly his style. He liked to take things slow. Still, that didn’t mean he thought making love to her was a mistake.
She pointed out her car in the FUCN’A parking lot, and he pulled up to it. He got out of his car to open the door for her, pleased that she waited inside and allowed him the honor. Warmth filled his hand as she grasped it, getting out.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Richard. The former king will come to the offices around two, and we can head to The Joint after that,” she said as she fumbled through her purse to grab her keys.
“Okay.”
She palmed his cheek with her free hand and pecked his lips softly before she slid into her car. Richard watched her drive off. She may have kissed him goodnight, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ruined his shot with her.
8
Amira’s phone alarm blared.
“Good God! It’s morning already?” she said as she drew a hand to her head. It was pounding to the point she thought it’d fall off just from touching her temples. She quickly silenced her alarm and flung the sheets off her legs. “Why do I feel like crap? And what happened last night?”
As she stepped into the shower, bits and pieces of the night before ran through her mind as the water beaded on her skin. She’d placed her hand on Richard’s thigh and then practically gave him a hand job while they were talking on the barstools. She sucked in a breath as she cupped her mouth.
“Oh, crap! How could I have come onto him like that? He must hate me!”
She closed her eyes and let the water bead up on her skin, hoping all of her embarrassment would fall into the drain. Of course, she knew she wouldn’t have such luck. She sucked in a breath to calm herself.
Thank goodness yesterday was my last day. At least I don’t have to face him as my boss after all that.
But I will need to work with him as a partner, now.
* * *
Amira arrived at Stan’s office with the intention of preparing for Gregor’s arrival. She took a seat at one of the empty desks and buried herself in her notepad, jotting down important details of the former king’s itinerary and some of the weak points Richard had noticed last night at the bar that she remembered him mentioning before she placed a hand on his junk.
Amira managed her composure until Richard entered the office and stepped up to her desk.
“Can I get you a coffee this morning?”
She dropped her pen and let out a gasp. “Oh! Sorry!”
She grabbed it at the same time Richard did. His thumb brushed the back of her hand as they picked it up simultaneously. He gave her a cocky grin, his eyes never leaving hers, as he rubbed gentle circles into her flesh. Heat rushed through her arm and straight to her core.
Of course he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Why had she ever thought things could stay professional between them?
“Thanks,” she said to him as she yanked her hand away from him.
