Don't STAHP Me Now by Susi Hawke & Crista Crown

Author:Susi Hawke & Crista Crown [Hawke, Susi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-06-29T18:30:00+00:00

10

PATRICK

Ian had been right about the chaos. Just choosing a meeting place had been difficult enough. The Alphabits offices weren’t an option because of their government affiliation. We O’Malleys and Novaks were close enough to give each other some leeway, especially after Misha and Rory’s mating, but the Alphabits weren’t fully comfortable with that, despite one of their own being a Novak.

Rather than go off with my family for the hours in between while everyone decided those details, I’d stuck with Ronan, who insisted he couldn’t wear old clothes all day. I thought he was being just a bit picky–we’d only worn the clothes a few hours after the car had picked us up, after all.

Regardless, he wanted to change. I’d kinda hoped I’d get to see where he lived–get a better sense of his private life, but he was so well prepared, he had five different outfits to choose from in his office.

“What are these for? In case you spill a drop of coffee on your shirt?” I teased.

“Or blood.” Ronan rapped my hand sharply. “You haven’t taken a shower and if you weren’t aware, you’re not a tidy eater. I saw you lick jelly off those mitts.” He stripped off his sweater and shirt in one smooth motion and dropped it onto a chair.

I grabbed him by the belt loops and pulled his hips against mine. “You know, those donuts weren’t exactly filling. I can think of something else I could lick to slake my appetite.”

“Patrick, we’re in my office.”

I wiggled my eyebrows and undid his pants. “And you’re about to get naked. It would be a crime if I didn’t take advantage and indulge in some of my workplace fantasies.”

Ronan hissed as the back of my fingers grazed his boxer-clad cock as I tugged his pants down. “I would have thought your only fantasy of work was not doing it.”

“You’re right about that. Me working? Psh. But you working while I play…”

As his pants dropped around his ankles, I shoved him into his office chair.

“Patrick,” Ronan said again. I thought he meant it to be a reprimand, but if so, he’d failed entirely. His voice was too low, his eyes too hooded with desire. He closed his eyes and arched his back. “Lock the door.”

“Yes, sir,” I snipped and obeyed. His eyes flashed open like lightning, his half-hard dick springing to attention.

Well. I was going to have to remember that for later.

Subtlety and patience had never been my forte, but rather than rip my clothes off and jump on him like I wanted, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt with both hands and slowly tugged it up, revealing my abs, swaying my hips as I prowled back to my mate.

His slow, wide smile was all the reward I needed. He spread his legs, his arms resting on the arms of the chair in a power pose, waiting for me.

I lost sight of him for a brief moment as I tugged the shirt over my face and dropped it to the ground.

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