Page 3 of Paternal Instincts
His intentional thrusts quickened, spreading warmth through my veins and pooling heat in my core. My insides came alive with the need to come. The burning desire bloomed outward from my centerand bled pleasure across my sensitive skin. I whimpered something incoherent against his palm. Aslan understood, moving his hand from my hip to my cock, jerking me in time with his pace.
As I skated the edge of oblivion, his hot breath fanned my ear. “That’s it. Let go, Quaid… I’m right behind you… So fucking close… I can’t… hold back much longer. Come on… Now.” He gritted his teeth as his body tensed and jerked with his orgasm.
With that simple command, as his cum filled and claimed me, I found my release too, biting the meaty part of his palm to prevent the cry of pleasure from ringing through the fourth floor of the department.
For a beat, as the blood roared in my ears, as my body sang with release, I thought Aslan smacked his hand against the door or kicked it, but that didn’t make sense. Both of his hands were locked on me: one on my mouth, the other on my cock. It wasn’t until the last shiver of orgasm faded that my questioning brain drew conclusions.
Ice water spilled down my spine. I sucked in a breath and froze, straining my ears, listening. All I heard was the steady pounding of blood still flooding my system.
Aslan also froze, and I assumed he must have heard thethunkon the door a moment ago.
Was it me? Had I slapped it without knowing?
“Did you pound on the door when you came?” Aslan hissed in my ear, his body still fighting residual tremors.
I opened my mouth to respond when a voice from the hallway answered instead.
“No, I knocked.” My partner, Jordyn Frawley, injected enough snark into her tone to tell me she’d easily deduced what was happening behind the locked storage room door, and she wasn’t impressed. “Ifyou’re quite finished defiling a public space that I will never use again, could you please get your ass out here… I… need your help.”
I wanted to say,My shift is over. I’m on leave,orWe weren’t doing what you think we were doing.But I’d been working with Jordyn for well over a year, and not only was she not stupid, but she would also never request my assistance with something she could handle on her own.Ever. She was too proud for that, and she especially wouldn’t ask for my help, knowing I was technically off the clock for the following six months.
“I…” Had no words and no excuses. “We were—”
“Shut up, Quaid, and get your ass out here… Please.”
That tone again.Why?
“Okay… I’ll… be there in a second.”
Neither Aslan nor I moved. Ears perked, I listened for Jordyn to retreat, but she didn’t. What was she doing?
Aslan must have wondered the same thing and whispered, “Is she going to stand out there and wait for you?”
“Yes, I am,” Jordyn responded.
My gaze clashed with Aslan’s. Mortified, my cheeks flamed. The dawning realization hit us both simultaneously. Aslan spoke my thoughts. “This room is not as soundproof as I thought.”
“No, it isn’t,” Jordyn said.
Hustling, we righted our clothes, making poor use of a few paper towels Aslan found on a dusty shelf. Wrinkled and with my hair in an unfixable disarray, I yanked the door open and glared death lasers at my partner, whose arms were crossed. The disdain on her face rivaled mine, but I would not win this stare-off. I was in the wrong, and she knew it.
I tried lying through my teeth. “It’s not what you think.” It was exactly what she thought.
“You should be ashamed.”
“We weren’t—”
“Stop. How stupid do I look?”
“Fine. It’s exactly what you think, but it was his idea.” I thumbed at Aslan. “I wanted nothing to do with it.”
A hoot of laughter erupted from Aslan as he looped an arm around me from behind, yanking me against his chest. “Oh, hell no, hot stuff. That ain’t gonna fly. You were the instigator this time. Not me.Youdraggedmein here.Youbegged. Took me by surprise, to be honest.” He pecked a wet kiss on my cheek. “Find me at my desk when you’re done with your reprimand.”
“I hate you so much right now.”
“No you don’t.”
To Jordyn, Aslan offered a fist to bump. She might ordinarily oblige—they got along well—but not today. My husband earned the same caustic sneer I’d been giving him for our entire relationship, but he was no more affected by Jordyn’s animosity than mine.
