strangled groan, his head falling back as he bared his
teeth and felt his semen jet violently from the head of his cock.
Hard spasms wracked his body, drew every muscle tight and locked the breath in
his throat as he fought to steady himself, to rein in the harsh male shout that he knew
had erupted from Dev’s throat.
Son of a bitch. He shuddered with the feel of gentle lips milking the last drops of
come from a straining cock before they slid away slowly. He fought for breath, his chest
heaving, his composure shot now. Never, in his entire life, never had he known
anything so fucking good, and all he’d had for his pleasure was the echo of impressions
through the bond he shared with Dev.
His legs trembled; sweat beaded his flesh, dampened his shirt and did little to cool
the heat raging just under his skin. With shaking hands he cleaned the sink that had
been splattered with the silky jets of seed spewing from his cock moments before, then
fixed his clothes slowly.
His eyes narrowed as his teeth clenched in fury. The little witch. She was going to
pay, and by God, he would make sure she paid well.
He moved from the bathroom back to the office.
“Jesse, gentlemen, I seem to be afflicted by some odd virus at the moment. If you’ll
excuse me…”
“Lucian.” Jesse stopped him as he headed for the door. “Get well quick. You and
Dev have a flight in two hours. You’ll be accompanying the General to Washington to
lay the idea out to the committee. I hope you’ll be able to make it.”
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Lucian stared back at them, fighting to keep his expression calm. “I’m certain it’s
merely a temporary affliction. I just need a few moments. Excuse me.”
He nodded stiffly to the three men before he threw open the office door and stalked
out to Tally’s desk.
There she sat, as cool and triumphant as a reigning queen. She smiled slowly, a
smug little curve to her lips that warned him of her victorious demeanor. But her gaze
was hot, wild. She wasn’t unaffected and she hadn’t found her own release. Damned
stubborn woman. He glanced at Dev, who stood furiously at the door to his office,
watching her heatedly.
“Wrong move, sweet thing,” Lucian told her softly, leaning close as he planted his
fists on her desk and stared into her satisfied expression. “Bold. Daring. But wrong
time, wrong place. You chose to pick a meeting to test your skills during office hours,
business time. No quarter given. Do not make the mistake of ever asking for such,
either. When I get back from this little trip you’ve just caused with your shenanigans in
distracting me during that meeting, you better be waiting, because I intend to fuck you
six ways from Sunday. Maybe, just maybe, by the time we’re finished you’ll be too
fucking tired to cause trouble.”
She rolled her eyes. He snapped his teeth together in fury at the mocking
expression.
“Darling,” she drawled. “I would cause trouble if I were dead. You’re once again
overreaching your own capabilities.”
Overreaching? Lucian leaned closer, almost nose to nose, the vindictive little light
in her eyes making him crazy to fuck it out of her.
“Am I, Tally?” he asked her gently. “When I get my hands on you, I’m gonna spank
your tight little ass until you scream to come for me. I’m going to make you beg.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, Daddy, make it hurt so good.”
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She was laughing. The little vixen was having the time of her damned life. The
impression hit him nearly broadside. Had he ever seen her eyes twinkle like that? Seen
such joy on her face? She was torturing him and she was loving it.
For a moment, just a moment, warmth curled through his heart. Her laughter, her
joy, was like an addiction, but he’d be damned if he could live through another episode
such as the one he had just experienced.
“You are insane,” he growled, straightening and staring down at her with a frown.
Her