now. The room spun as the truth dawned on her, and warm hands grabbed her arms to steady her.
"Breathe, dammit. Surely it's not that much of a surprise to you. Even ice-cold Ink must have half shifted at one point during your fuck fest. Lord knows your scent has tortured me from the day you started working here." He let her go and took a step back.
"What? What are you on about? Are you that much into the scene that you're convincing yourself you're a different person in the club?" She flinched at his furious growl in response, but the words tumbled out anyhow. "I get it. You don't do relationships. You've had your bit of fun, and that's it. Well, don't worry. I have no intention for anyone to find out that I let the boss tie me up and fuck me until I couldn't see straight, and as for you being a shifter, who the fuck would believe me anyway."
She furiously blinked back the rising tears. No way was she going to cry in front of him. No fucking way. She had to get out of here before she completely went to pieces and humiliated herself even more than she had already. He couldn't make it any clearer that this had just been sex. It was her own stupid fault for ever thinking it could possibly mean more.
She tried to stumble past him, but his arm round her waist stopped her progress. He pulled her into his long frame and against her better judgment she couldn't help but lean into his warmth.
Familiar, yet different, the hard contours of his body fit into her curves as though they were made for each other. The thought made her tremble against him, and his hold on her tightened.
"I should paddle your sweet ass for speaking to me like that, Estelle." His deep baritone rumbled through her, and her pussy clenched instantly as she remembered her time on the spanking bench.
His grip grew painful as he sniffed the air, and he swore again.
"Jesus, woman, do you have any idea what knowing that turns you on does to me?" He ground his erection into her ass, and Estelle's breaths grew shallower still. She bit back a moan, and her head fell back on his shoulder. His stubble scraped along her sensitive flesh, and she half turned in his arms and stood on tiptoes to press a kiss to his full lips. He groaned and deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, branding her with a breathtaking possessiveness that ramped her own arousal up another notch. His hands strayed to her ass, and she wrapped a leg around his waist, shamelessly grinding her wet pussy against the huge bulge in his trousers. She whimpered her need into his mouth when he picked her up and sat her on his desk, sending the files and lamp clattering to the floor.
"Lean back, hold onto the desk, and don't move."
Estelle complied immediately, and his eyes flashed in triumph at her whispered," Yes, Sir."
One hand behind her neck, he kissed her again, whilst the other, ripped her thong off her with one clawed hand. Estelle shivered at the feel of those claws against her inner thigh, and she bit her lip when he scraped across her clitoris with a feather light touch. A surge of moisture coated his fingers, and she held her breath when he brought the digits up to his mouth and licked them clean.
"I love the way you taste, so wet for me. Tell me, were you this wet for my brother?"
An ice cold vise settled on Estelle's chest, and stars swam in front of her eyes. She scrambled off the desk as best she could, not daring to look at him. No, no, no, no. She couldn't have heard him right?
"What?"
He winced at her high-pitched wail of a question and took a step away from her, even as she rounded on him fists raised, ready to pummel him.
"Stop playing games with me. It was you in the club. I know it was you. Damn it, don't just stand there. Tell me the truth, please. Tell me it was you. Please…"
Her voice broke, and the tears fell unheeded as he stood watching her. He shook his head and reached for her, but she drew away.
"Don't touch me. I don't know what sick game you're playing,