Page 14 of Haze

Instead of retreating, I step closer and pull her hand from my chest to above her head, pushing her backward. The office is small. In two steps, I have her back against the wall.

Lena pushes back against my hand, half-heartedly testing me, trying to break free. It’s not enough to even really claim an earnest effort. I ignore it entirely and tip her head up with ease to place a kiss on her lips. Resting my weight against the wall, she has nowhere to go.

Unexpectedly, Lena kisses me back. It’s sweet before she breaks it, pushing my head aside with her nose.

Turning her head with mine, I kiss her jaw. “I’m not like everyone else, Kathleen. Don’t bother trying to tell me you don’t want this, want us. That you’re not attracted and not feeling this pull.”

Lena’s ragged breathing pairs with the beautiful, sweet scent of her arousal. As I kiss her neck, the softest, breathy moan escapes her lips. I run my free hand down her shoulder to explore the contours of her waist. She presses forward, pushing her hips into mine. Nibbling at her skin, I trail kisses to her collarbone.

She writhes against me. Nose for nose, Lena kisses me. Her tongue probes my mouth. She proves me right at every movement. So responsive. Her body can’t deny me like her smart mouth does. It’s instinctual.

Meeting her kiss, I slide her other hand up the wall and brace it with the first. My hand easily contains her wrists. Again, she gives a small struggle but hardly any real attempt to escape. It’s playful in nature, testing my response, and so fucking sexy.

With her contained, I reach behind her and cup her tight ass through the denim. She lifts her leg, and I slide my knee between her thighs. When I squeeze her ass, Lena makes a needy moan against my mouth, rocking herself against my thigh. My little Alpha Female is already showing how badly she needs me. In response, my cock throbs behind the zipper of my trousers.

As I kiss her deeper, my tongue plays with hers. Dragging my hand from her ass, I slide it under her lab coat and into the waist of her jeans. She freezes for a moment, her whole body stiff. Without waiting for her to relax into it, I grind my thigh up between her legs, and she moans loudly.

Kissing her into silence, I unhook the front of her jeans and lower the zipper. I don’t break our kiss but slow it down, letting her focus on my fingers playing with the cotton fabric of her panties.

A needy whine escapes her as I tease the warm skin at the hem. She grinds forward, pushing her arms against mine, trying to free her wrists. Sliding my fingers down to her core and past her panties, I find her wet.

I murmur my approval against her lips. “God, you’re soaking fucking wet for me.”

Adjusting my angle, I work her clit. She bucks her hips fast and hard against me. Lena wants her release and has no problem using me for it. I will be here for her every single time.

She’s not earning an orgasm that fast, though. I’ll let her come, just not before I say so.

I ease my pace and push my fingers inside her with a long, slow stroke. Curling my fingers, I find the warm, wet center I want to press my cock into. But my first time filling her pussy with my cock won’t be a quick fuck in the office.

Lena arches as I push my fingers deeper. She whimpers at the intrusion, and her body stiffens.

Before easing the pain by working her clit, I whisper, “Seems like my ego fits here just fine.”

When she tries to reply, I kiss her deeply to cut off a likely snarky response. As a reward, I apply the pressure she desires with my thumb against her clit, drawing a moan from her. I slide my fingers out, then back inside her wet cunt, pressing into the sweet ribbed spot. Lena’s moans and squirming let me know it’s what she needs. She grinds her hips against me, and with how tight she’s squeezing me, there’s no way she lasts longer.

Her tongue stills against mine, and I know she’s on the precipice.

Pulling my lips from hers, I whisper, “Come for me, Kathleen. Come quietly.”

I continue working her clit, and she does. Lena comes hard. Her body is tight, pressing against mine. Her wrists push forward as her body tries to curl. With my mouth on hers, desperate, needy moans fly from her throat, and I swallow her sounds, drowning them in a kiss. Feeling her buck against my thumb as her pussy clenches around my fingers is pure bliss. Her entire body trembles before she breaks our connection, her body relaxing.

“Good girl.” I praise her, and my cock twitches against my zipper, but I won’t sink into her here. My beautiful little mate will only get it after she begs.

Begrudgingly, I untangle myself from her, and Lena rests her head against my shoulder as I release her arms from above her head. They fall slowly, landing on my shoulders before she pulls them between us.

Embracing her in my arms, I whisper into the crown of her head, “Such a good girl.”

I hold her steady between myself and the wall.

Minutes tick by, and I’m basking in this moment, feeling her heart return to its steady rhythm and her breaths slow. Somehow she skips the usual sexually sated and willing-to-talk moment women have.

Squirming, she pushes back against me hard. Her movements don’t stop until I settle her feet back on the floor and take a slight step away.

Free of my embrace, Lena says nothing. Stiffly walking past me, she grabs a container of sanitation wipes off her desk and hands them to me with a flick of her wrist.

The sound of a switch is followed by a fan blowing, which drowns out the possibility of anyone outside the office hearing us. She agitatedly runs her hand down her face.

“This can’t happen again.”

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