Page 33 of Grimm
“Do you mind if I look through what you have to see if I recognize any names or if anything matches with what my CI has told me?”
He leaned down, opened his desk, and pulled out a manilla folder at least four inches thick. Then he stood and placed the large manilla folder in my hand, his fingers grazing my skin. Disgust moved down my spine. “Along with coffee, if you find out this judge is on their payroll, I want the glory.”
He could have it all because I didn’t want anything to do with bringing a case against a federal judge. If he wanted the backlash and workload that would come with it, he was more than welcome to it.
“Deal.”
Everything this man did was sexy. The way he licked his lips, the way he ran his large hands through his hair. Everything.
I pushed my legs together, sensitive from the multiple orgasms he gave me as soon as I walked into his office at the garage. The way he devoured me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted was exhilarating and had me wanting more of his attention. The garage noise didn’t cover up my screams of ecstasy, but I couldn’t keep quiet, especially after Tavish ordered me to scream his name when I came.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to fuck you.”
He smirked while watching me squirm in my seat. Would it be wrong of me to say, “yes, please,” even though he’d just given me multiple orgasms as punishment for agreeing to coffee for this information?
“Your greedy little cunt wants some attention from my dick, huh?” he asked, sitting the papers he’d been sifting through aside. I eyed him as he walked to the door and locked it.
My eyes widened. Anybody could have walked in on him eating me out.
“Everyone knows not to come in here unless I say so,” he said, answering my unasked question as he stalked over to me.
He ran his fingertips across the swell of my breasts, causing goose pimples to cover my skin. I gazed up at him through my lashes, wondering what the hell this man was doing to me. I’d gone from having a dry spell to getting the best dick of my life.
He pulled me up from the chair I’d been sitting in. I licked my lips when he focused on my eyes. I’d never wanted a man so bad in my life.
“You wore this to tease him, didn’t you?” he asked, running his finger down the front of my body.
I shivered with his touch.
“He likes my body.” I shrugged. “I used it against him.”
“Hmm,” was Tavish’s only response, but something flickered in his eyes, making me smile.
Jealousy.
He was jealous another man had looked at me, just like I was jealous of the redhead he’d let help with his needs, as he’d put it.
“Are you jealous?”
He growled. Like literally growled like an animal and grabbed me by my throat, his nostrils flaring.
“You are mine, Gina. Your beautiful body is mine. No one else’s. Does that answer your fucking question?”
“Well fuck me like I’m yours, Tavish,” I taunted, grabbing the bulge tenting his pants.
He hiked my skirt up, bent me over his desk, and then yanked my panties down.
With my cheek flush against the wood desk, the sound of his zipper and my breathless pants filled the room. With no warning, he surged into me.
“Tav!” I squealed as he moved in and out of me relentlessly. There were no sweet touches, no loving comments. This was pure unadulterated jealousy being taken out on my body, and God help me, I loved every minute of it.
“Nah, doll. This isn’t Tav.” He grabbed my hair and pulled my body from the desk. He then released my hair, wrapped his arm around me, and gripped my throat as he thrust harder, in and out of me, from behind. “Say my name.”
“Shit!” I screamed. He was fucking me so hard, the desk started to scrape across the tile floor.
“Fucking, say it, Gina!”
His command barreled through me and touched my soul.
