Page 77 of Shifting Hearts 1
After the meeting, the door swung open and the blond man exited. Jas remained in his doorway with a scowl.
He stopped at Seraphina’s desk and leaned over. “Add a lunch date in your calendar for tomorrow. I’m taking you out for a nice juicy steak.”
“I’m a vegetarian,” she stated.
“Not for long, sweetness.” He winked. “If the boss gives you a hard time, let me know.”
Jasper growled as the line between his brow deepened, “She’s not available for lunch.”
“Hmph. I think I’m perfectly capable of making that decision for myself. I’ll have lunch with you tomorrow,” she agreed.
“Perfect. I’ll meet you here at noon,” the man said triumphantly.
He nodded to Jasper before stepping on the elevator.
“My office. Now,” Jasper fumed as his eyes blazed.
Seraphina rose and grabbed folders off the desk for no reason other than having something to hold onto. As she placed them on Jas’s desk, she cut the webbing between her thumb and forefinger.
“Papercut,” she hissed.
She squeaked as Jasper’s pupils narrowed. His fangs poked over his lower lip. Her heart beat wildly as she sensed danger. Seraphina’s eyes darted to the side, gauging how quickly she could exit and be safely on the other side of his office door.
“Don’t run, angel,” he warned. “If you do, I will chase you. When I catch you, I’ll sink my fangs into your throat and feast.”
His nostrils twitched as he took hold of her left hand and he touched her neck with the other. She quivered as he brushed his thumb along the fluttering point. He brought her hand to his lips and stuck out his tongue, brushing it against the tiny cut.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“Jas,” she gasped as he closed his mouth around her skin and sucked, trying to coax another drop of blood. “Please stop.”
He dropped her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist. He kissed the column of her neck. She sighed and dropped her head, allowing him to continue. It was wrong,
“I’m going to mark you as my mate,” he said against her skin, burning him with his breath.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
He scooped her up and turned them around and quickly swept the items off his desk to drop her on it. As he moved to pull up her skirt, she lifted on her elbows.
“I can’t.”
“We can.”
She shook her head. This was too much. It was wrong for multiple reasons.
“I’m bleeding.”
“I know,” he acknowledged with a grunt. “My cock is hard as steel.”
Tendrils of desire strangled her, overwhelming her facilities. His hands slipped beneath her top, slipping higher to her breasts. She groaned as he pinched her sensitive nipples.
“We should—” He cut her off with a kiss.
Jasper Conrad stole her first kiss. His lips were rough and demanding as he sought to conquer her. She sagged against him, as he pulled her closer, pressing his warmth against her center.
His tongue sought entry to her mouth and she opened to him. His masculine aroma filled her nostrils, as she reached up to play with his beard. Their tongues danced, communicating in a way they weren’t ready to.
Seraphina’s heart galloped as Jas pulled away. She chased his mouth and bit his lip.
