Page 48 of Last Shot at Love

If you are worried you can’t satisfy her, then release me. I will ensure a more than satisfactory performance. The beast pushed his full weight against the barrier, causing it to shake.

While I had been arguing with my beast, I’d not paid attention to the workings of my tentacles.

And it wasn’t until Beryl’s nails dug into my shoulders that I realized my tentacles had been twitching like an angry cat’s tail. A second tentacle found its way to tease her clit, and with her body already overly stimulated, she climaxed a second time.

See? Her body responds to ours. We were made to please her. Just think how much she will enjoy having our mating tentacle insert—

I stopped listening. If I imagined what he suggested, I’d lose control, rip her from the chair, drag her to the bed, and mount her until she screamed my name.

No. I refused to give in to my animalistic instincts. It was her heart I wanted most.

However, the moment Beryl showed signs of emotion for me and made the first move… the floodgates would open.

I hoped she would be ready.

“Thank you for reassuring me.” Timothy’s voice sounded a thousand miles away.

“It was no problem. I hope you feel better about things.” Beryl sounded confident and slightly breathless.

Unable to resist, I pressed my mouth to her inner thigh and trailed kisses upward.

“Just seeing your beautiful face made this a better day.” His voice dropped low as he tried again to flirt with her. “I can’t wait for our dinner together. Write it down. Monday after the signing.”

“I,” Beryl started, struggling to keep her breathing even, “can’t come.”

But she’d come for me twice already, and I wasn’t finished yet…

I slid my tentacle from her silken heat, then slowly pushed back in.

“I’m not a man who takes no for an answer, Beryl. You should know that by now.” His tone was teasing, but irritation lurked under the surface.

I thrust the tentacle slightly faster, causing her legs to quiver.

“I’m afraid that isn’t going to work for me. You see—” Beryl tried to explain, her hands clenching the sides of her chair again.

“No excuses. I’ve honored your policy of not spending personal time with clients during a deal. Afterwards, you are mine—”

My control slipped at his use of the word mine. My suckers latched against both her clit and G-spot, massaging. Faster and faster, I thrust the tip of my tentacle inside her, as deep as I could without pulling the suckers free.

Her walls clenched around my tentacle, and her legs tightened around my neck again.

“My apologies. There is a matter I need to attend to.” Her voice cracked slightly. “Please feel free to email any other questions you may have regarding the documents. Sara is watching for your emails and will get back to you immediately.”

Beryl slammed the lid of her laptop down without giving him a chance to respond. “If you cost me that deal, so help me—”

I was on her faster than she could blink.

Lifting her from the chair, I pulled her down onto my lap. My tentacles worked with swift precision to unbutton her jacket and slip it from her shoulders. They moved on to her shirt, grabbing the hem and pulling it over her head.

All the while, I continued to thrust and flex the tentacle between her thighs. Her breathing grew ragged as another release neared the surface.

“Cerulean,” Beryl whimpered, her body shifting to her vampiric form.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, her bare breasts pressed against my chest. We were skin to skin, with no clothes between us. I growled into her hair, overcome by the erotic sensations racing along my skin.

I don’t think she realized she’d switched forms… at least not until her frenzied kisses on my chest caused one of her fangs to slice my skin. Her body went rigid in my arms.

“It’s okay,” I growled, frustrated that she’d stopped kissing me. “I love your fangs.”

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