Page 27 of Taming Raptor

“Can you call anyone else in?”

“I already tried after Denim called in.”

“So, I guess that means you’re up?”

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh. Then he hit the knot of tension. “Mmm, oh God right there.”

He chuckled. “You sound like—”

Blade got no further in his thought before Raptor blasted into my office. He froze when he saw Blade’s hands on my shoulders then his gaze narrowed. His jaw muscle ticked, and his eyes flashed. He might as well have spoken his jealousy because he certainly didn’t have a poker face. I also wasn’t stupid—I knew damn well he thought I was in my office fucking someone.

The mix of relief and anger in his expression might’ve been comical if it hadn’t cut me to the bone. I’d made a promise to him, and he obviously didn’t think much of me if he thought I’d broken it. I fought tears because I. Didn’t. Cry.

Blade put his hands up in a passive gesture. “Bro, it’s definitely not like that.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Raptor snarled.

Blade chuckled. “You didn’t need to.” Then with a shit-eating grin on his face, he kept his hands up as he moved around my desk and toward a very angry Raptor. When he stepped past his brother, I was pretty sure Raptor growled at him. Blade cast one last glance my way, complete with a wink, and gave me a wave before he was on his way up front.

“What the fuck was he doing in here?” he grumbled, eyes narrowed, and nostrils flared.

“Alexa play You Don’t Own Me by Saygrace.” With a sardonic lift of a brow, I crossed my arms and pursed my lips waiting for the first few notes to play.

Though he tried to maintain his grouchy countenance, he covered his mouth and the way the corner of his lips fought to tip up. Finally, he dropped it and gave in. His long legs ate up the distance between us. Palm up, he held his hand out in invitation.

Making him sweat it for a minute, I glanced at it, then up to his spellbinding eyes. Finally, unable to refuse his touch, I placed my smaller hand in his. He gently tugged me up until he held me plastered to his body.

“I’m sorry, baby. Seeing another man’s hands on you does something to me.” His contrite words had me fighting my own smile—and I chose not to address the use of the endearment again. I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t make my insides gooey. It also confused the shit out of me. One minute he was pushing me away and ensuring I knew what we had was “just fucking,” the next he was calling me “baby” and essentially admitting to the jealousy I already recognized.

“Hmpf. Why did you come by? Blade is assigned here tonight.”

“I needed to see you.” His hands slipped under my short skirt and cupped my bare ass.

“Is that right? Well, here I am. I don’t have much time—I need to get ready.”

“Ready for what?” That wicked grin along with the way he rubbed his hard cock against my clit, left my thongs soaked. The layers of fabric between us might as well be nothing. Hazel eyes darkening, his gaze dropped to my lips.

“I had two dancers call out so I’m on stage tonight.”

Those flashing eyes squinted as he stared. Displeasure rolled off of him in waves.

“Don’t. That was never part of our bargain. If you keep getting all jealous like this, you could give a girl the wrong idea.” It was said in jest, but that hopeful little part of my spirit that hadn’t died waited with baited breath.

“Fine.” It was his turn to cock a brow. “But you’re gonna bend over this desk and I’m going to fuck you until you scream. I’m going to come in this pussy so that all those assholes out there will see it and know you’ve been fucked and fucked well. Because I want every single one of them to know you’re mine.”

In truth, maybe I should’ve been pissed and insulted, but fuck if that didn’t turn me on. It was also something I’d agreed to in the beginning—anytime, anywhere.

“Bend over,” he whispered as he moved to stand behind me.

Without question, I did as he instructed. Palms flat on the desktop, eyes closed, I waited with trembling legs. The sound of his belt buckle clanking came from behind me before one thick finger tested to see if I was ready. “Goddamn, you’re wet already.”

The smooth heated skin over his shaft felt amazing as he teasingly rubbed it over my ass cheeks. He pulled the center of my thong to the side and poked at my opening with the head of his thick cock. I gasped when he pushed in halfway. My eyes popped open, and I realized the door was still open.

“Adrien!” I hissed. “The door!”

He leaned over me and whispered, “I hope they all hear. Now, tits on the desk.”

Turned on by the borderline exhibitionism, I leaked onto my inner thighs. It didn’t escape his notice because he chuckled darkly and drove deep.

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