Page 34 of The Wing
I open to the dedication page, uncover the Vivid, and sign the book with a flourish. I tap the Vivid against my lips and adda note above my signature. I do the same in the next book, and the next, until I’ve signed all but the one Hemi’s holding, all with a small note on the page for him to find when he decides to read them next.
I shouldn’t have written the notes, but I couldn’t help myself. I want him to think of me, to remember me when he leaves. And if that means giving him my favourite book to borrow and special editions of my own books with my signature and notes to force him to remember me, then so be it.
I close the last book and stack it on the others. “If you pass me the first, I’ll sign that, too.” I turn to find Hemi, expecting him to be where I left him by the wall flicking through the book, but he’s shifted closer to the desk, and he’s staring at me. The book hangs at his side, and his eyes are wide as they flick from my hands, still holding the Vivid, to my eyes. His throat bobs, and I frown. “Are you okay?” He nods and swallows again, and eyes never leaving mine, he shuffles to my side and hands me the book. Eyes narrowing as I take the book, I ask, “Are you sure?”
Hemi clears his throat and rubs his chest. “Yeah. You just look really hot signing those.”
“Oh.” I glance at the signed books and back to Hemi’s darkening eyes. “Oh.” My cheeks heat, and blood rushes south. He’s aroused by me signing books for him. “Do you want me to sign this, too?” My voice is low and quiet, but it sounds loud in the silent room except for Hemi’s heavy breathing.
He nods slowly. I turn to the desk and put the last book on top of the stack and flick to the dedication page. I can feel Hemi at my back, not touching, but close enough to feel his heat and his chest when he breathes deeply. His breath ruffles the hair on my neck, and I shiver.
I hold the book open and sign it quickly. Red stains the page in large swirls, and I don’t bother with a note this time. Notwhen I can feel Hemi’s breath quickening and then he steps closer and crowds me against the desk. His hands come around me, and he takes the Vivid from me and caps it. Hemi runs a finger over the dried signature, and something in him snaps.
Hemi’s hands land on my hips, and he turns me so my thighs rest against the desk, and he presses the length of his body to mine. Chest to chest.
His crotch lines up with mine, and he rolls his hips into me, the hard length of his dick rubbing across my rapidly thickening one. I gasp and moan when he does it again.
“Signing something got you this hot?” I pant.
Hemi drops his forehead to mine as he grinds his hips and kisses me messily, tongues brushing urgently, teeth clinking, and he only stops when I push him away to breathe.
“Watching you in your element? In your office where you make magic happen? That’s fucking sexy, Liam. You’re fucking sexy.” Hemi’s arms slide down my back and tuck into my jeans and boxers to grasp and squeeze my ass.
I groan, low and guttural, when he presses a light finger over my hole, teasing with light touches. His hands slide away, and I pout but he runs them up my thighs instead, and I’m distracted from my disappointment. Hemi kisses and sucks down my neck, swirling at my pulse point, and I grip his hair, holding him close. When he reaches my shirt, he kneels in front of me and his hands glide to the top of my thighs, rubbing distracting circles on my inner thighs, coming extremely close to my balls, but not close enough. I wriggle to see if I can get him to move, but he doesn’t.
“Can I?” he asks. Hemi looks up at me, his hazel eyes almost entirely dark now, his hair sticking out everywhere from my hands, and his lips swollen from me.
It takes a second for my brain to realise what he’s asking, too fried from having Hemi’s hands on my ass and his tongue inmy mouth. I breathe heavily and shoot him a questioning look. Hemi slides his hands to the button of my jeans and leans close, until I can feel the heat of his breath through the fabric. I jerk in surprise and moan when he mouths at my jeans, directly over my dick.
“Yes.” I nod quickly. “Yes, yep, totally. Yes,” I mumble, watching Hemi rest his head on my thigh and his slow grin when I stumble over my response.
Hemi unbuttons my jeans, drags the zip open carefully, and pulls my jeans and boxers down my thighs. My dick seems to launch out of the confines of fabric, but Hemi doesn’t care. Just urges me gently to lean on the desk again once he’s removed clothing to his satisfaction.
He leans forward slowly, eyes on mine, and licks my already weeping dick. I should be embarrassed by how excited and close to the edge I am, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not when Hemi’s eyes flutter shut and he sucks me eagerly. Not when my heart beats so loud I can hear it, or when my stomach tightens, and my hands lift to bury in his hair. I suck in a sharp breath when his lips wrap around my length and he swallows.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
Hemi opens his eyes, and if his mouth wasn’t full of my dick, he’d smile. His eyes dance with heated amusement, and he draws back and swirls his tongue over my head. I gasp, and my mouth drops open. My shaking fingers tighten in his hair as he sucks back down. His cheeks hollow. One of my hands stays gripped in his hair, but I move the other to rest my thumb at the side of his mouth, to feel it stretched around me, to catch drool, and feel his lips swelling from me.
“You’re so gorgeous, Hemi,” I gasp, rubbing my thumb over his cheekbone. He picks up speed at my comment, and his eyes lose their amusement as he reaches a hand low.
Hemi shoves his pants down one-handed and grasps his erection tightly, pulling and tugging in time with his messy bobbing.
Watching him jerk himself off when he’s sucking me spreads prickling heat over my skin, and I start to thrust into his mouth gently. Hemi wraps his other arm around me, where my ass is pressed against the desk, and gives me a shove, pushing me harshly into his mouth. I get the picture. He’s not worried about choking.
I let go of the fear I have about hurting him and slam a hand behind me to gain leverage. I thrust in a steady pace and throw my head back on a long moan when he does something delicious with his tongue. His hand squeezes my ass, and I glance at my hand crinkling paper on the desk and see the signed books. Hemi sucking my dick started because of the books, and now when I see the red ink on the page, I see him. I look at Hemi and find his eyes on the books too, his hand working himself furiously, and I can’t hold back.
I tap his cheek. “Hemi, I—I’m gonna?—”
Hemi doesn’t move away after my warning but keeps his pace. I come down his throat on a silent moan, and my hand shifts to rest on his throat to feel him swallow.
I slump against the desk and play with his hair gently while he continues stroking himself. I slide my hand from his throat to rub his swollen lips. “Don’t come on the carpet, please,” I request, and stop touching him long enough to brush paper on the floor.
Hemi glances at the paper with a grunt and an amused frown and barely gets out an, “oh shit,” before he grabs the paper and comes on it. I hope it wasn’t one of the plotting notes I needed, but I’m sure I can come up with something else if the payoff is that look on his face.
He slumps against my thigh, breathing heavily, and shifts his head to kiss the sensitive skin and smiles up at me softly. I sift my fingers through his hair.
“If all I needed to do to get you looking at me like that was sign a book, I would have sent you one years ago.” I grin when he huffs a laugh.
