Page 23 of Tentacles and Teeth

My stomach rumbled at the reminder, and I looked at the time. I should eat before my two o’clock.Yeah, but I’ll probably send Lucy to grab something and eat at my desk. I don’t want to leave anything to deal with over the weekend.I hope I’m too busy fulfilling every depraved fantasy my mind has racked up this past week to work, I added silently.

But then who’ll help me eat all this?

A picture popped up before the question finished forming in my mind. My mouth watered at the bright radishes scattered over fresh cilantro, chopped onions, and spiced meat, all of it covering tender corn tortillas and garnished with lime wedges. My fingers flew.It’s not nice to tease. ESPECIALLY about tacos.

The picture came first this time, Sid’s smiling face shining in the sunlight in front of a very familiar building.Oh, baby. You know I always come through. Come on out. Have lunch with me, Katarina. I’ve missed you.

I didn’t even bother to reply. Slipping on my shoes, I called to a surprised Lucy over my shoulder, telling her I was going out for lunch. I pushed out the front door to find Sid leaning against the wall, frowning at her phone. When she looked up and saw me, the frown disappeared, her face splitting into a blinding smile. The impact of seeing her again made my feet hesitate for an instant, overcome by her presence.

She was just...everything. Gorgeous, obviously. That long, loose-limbed body. The deep, sumptuous skin radiant in the sunlight. Her tight black curls trimmed high, showing off those delicately pointed ears and the graceful sweep of her neck. But more than that. She was clever and funny, thoughtful and open. She washere, at my work, just to see me, even though we had a date in less than eight hours.

I pulled her down by her shirt, kissing the surprised laugh from those beautiful lips. “I missed you too,” I murmured against them. Pulling back enough to see her clearly, I cocked an eyebrow. “How’d you even know where I work?”

Sid snorted, transferring the box of tacos to a tentacle, and lacing her fingers through mine. “I can use the internet, you know.”

She led us across the street, into a little park that backed onto the greenbelt. It was made up of a few meadows with big shade-giving trees, a small pond with a creek running through it, and a pretty wooden gazebo. Most days, the gazebo was empty, but today it held a small table and two chairs.

“You planned this,” I blurted out. The table was laid with a snowy white cloth. There was even a vase holding a shimmering cascade of blue nightfall flowers. I looked closer. Not a vase, a dwarven ale bottle. My chest ached as my heart seemed to roll over inside it.

Her smile was sheepish as she set the food down and offered me a chair. “Not much to plan, really,” she said, brushing a kiss across my temple.

Definitely a romantic, I thought fondly, flipping open the box of tacos. “Mmm, these smell amazing.” I popped a slice of radish in my mouth, crunching. When Sid said nothing back, I looked up, finding her watching me with a crooked smile. “What? I can’t have cilantro in my teeth. I haven’t eaten any yet.”

“No.” She’d changed her septum piercing to one with tiny gems, and they sparkled as she laughed. “I just like looking at you. You’re fucking gorgeous. And seeing you in this,” she ran her finger along the neckline of my vest, raising goosebumps under the crisp cotton shirt, “has me seriously considering a new boss/employee kink.”

I squirmed, my pencil skirt feeling like it’d shrunk two sizes. I blinked rapidly, trying to dismiss the graphic image of Sid beneath my desk; tongue, fingers, and tentacles busy between my legs as I dictated a letter to my assistant.

“Mmm, you like that idea, too.” Sid purred, eyelids drooping as she inhaled.

Fuck, if she was involved, I couldn’t think of many things I wouldn’t be down for. I spread my legs as much as the narrow skirt allowed, new arousal flowing through me as purple swirled through her eyes like ink on water.

“Hungry?” A tentacle, warm and silky smooth, slipped up my leg and petted at the hem of my skirt.

I nodded, holding my breath as I tugged the skirt up an inch so I could open my legs just a hair wider. Air kissed coolly along the wet lace of my panties, making me shiver.

“That’s my girl. Let me help you with that,” Sid purred.

I leaned forward, dying for a kiss.

A taco appeared an inch from my lips. I blinked. Sid held it up with a beatific look on her lovely face, her other hand cupped beneath. The petting limb between my thighs gained a friend, both of them tracing intricate patterns on the sensitive flesh.

“Eat,” she encouraged, the glow of her burning eyes giving lie to the guileless expression she wore. “They’re good. The place just opened up a few months ago, but I think I’ve eaten there about ten times.”

I glared at her for the tease—“I always come through,”indeed—but opened my mouth. The tacos did smell fucking amazing, and I was hungry for food as well. The flavors burst on my tongue; a perfect mix of hot and cool, spicy and tart, balanced by the rich earthiness of the tortilla. The moan that vibrated in my throat had more to do with the tentacle that pressed against me just as I closed my mouth, though.

It coiled and twisted, bumping repeatedly over my clit, and I stared at her with my mouth full.

“Swallow, baby.”

She didn’t stop caressing me as I did, alternating between firm strokes and light, barely-there touches. I’m pretty sure my eyes crossed. When my mouth was empty, I hissed. “Sid! We’re in a park!”

“Pretty sure you’re allowed to eat in a park, love.” Her grin was lazy, her posture easy and relaxed. But her focus, as she took a bite of the taco she still held, was glued to me. And those tormenting strokes never paused as they dragged over the increasing dampness between my legs.

Somehow, I ate three tacos without thrusting a hand down my panties or cussing her out for edging me.

We talked about work, our families. At one point I damn near choked on an onion, I was laughing so hard at a story about her father’s ongoing rivalry with his elderly gnome neighbor about who kept the better garden. Sid had shown me a photo of her parents. She looked a lot like her mother, who was regal and absolutely stunning with large bottomless eyes, Sid’s rich brown skin, and a gorgeous cloud of natural hair. Her father was pure shadow Fae, and a beast. He towered over her not-petite mother by more than a foot, pitch black and hard with muscle. Imagining him cooing at daisies had me wheezing.

We talked about everything but the date we had that night, or Fenn.

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