The knock on her office door was unexpected but not ill-timed. She needed to get her mind off the Ratton brothers or she’d end up shifting. Her demon would wreck her office, destroy her suit—again—and she’d be even more irritated. She turned to the door before calling out. “Come on in, but be warned, I’m in a pissy mood.”
The mousy hair of her secretary came into view before the female’s large, owlish brown eyes. A navy pantsuit highlighted the boyish figure of the best administrative assistant Victoria had ever had. Tabatha was a psychic who hated her talents almost as much as Victoria hated hers. She’d worked for Sin from the day it opened and become indispensable within days of being hired. The woman was a multitasking wonder and knew exactly how to keep everyone from bothering Vic. “Sorry to interrupt, but there’s a package out here for you. Are you up for presents?”
“Might be exactly what I need to get my mind off the Ratton boys.” Vic took a deep breath and smiled. “Chocolate, dark if my nose knows. Who’s it from, like I even have to ask?”
“There wasn’t a name on it, so I had to run it through the scanners before bringing it to you, but we’re guessing the same person, right? Nick is sending you chocolate? Is he trying to be cute or does he know your weakness for the stuff?”
Victoria couldn’t help the smile. “I did say something to him about my addiction, but I didn’t realize that meant I’d get a shipment of the good stuff.”
She motioned her assistant to bring the box to her desk, deftly opening it with a fingernail. The smell of fine dark Belgian chocolate filled the office, coaxing a chuckle from her. She breathed in deeply and let the sinful smell of expensive cocoa beans and sea salt stroke her senses. “Oh, he went all out, didn’t he?”
Inside the brown cardboard was a smaller, beautifully wrapped box. The deepest purple paper she’d ever seen covered the present. Shimmering silver ribbons crisscrossed across the gift and partially hid a small envelope. Magic warped the air around the box and tingled across her skin. She reached inside and lightly stroked the wrapping then picked the envelope out of the box. The vellum paper was soft against her fingertips as she opened the note. The sensual play of Nick’s essence caressing her hand and arm pulled a gasp from her lips. The stroke of magic intensified until the hairs on the back of her neck stood and a shiver raced down her spine.
“Was that what I think it was? A notification spell? On your gift? Wow, Vic, he’s either really loaded or really strong. I mean, that’s a lot of energy to expend for some chocolate.”
Victoria couldn’t disagree. She’d started wondering about his magical connections as well, but it didn’t change anything. She answered absently as she carefully opened the note. “He likes to know when I open his gifts. Oh, here’s the note. Dearest Victoria, After learning of your addiction to fine chocolate I thought sending you a sample would keep me in your mind. Think of me when you nibble on these dark temptations. I will be envisioning your lips and tongue on these sweets. Until we talk again, Nick.”
“Oh, he’s smooth, isn’t he?” Tabatha chuckled. The sound sped the spread of red across Vic’s cheeks. “Are you going to share the ‘dark temptations’ or are you going to keep them all to yourself?”
She hadn’t blushed in a long time and to do so in front of her friend was too much. With a wave she sent the other woman from her office. “Go on. I’m not sharing and it seems I have someone to call.”
Just before her office door closed, Tabatha stopped and turned. “I’m so happy to see you smiling again. He’s good for you, Vic.”
Wanting to stick her tongue out at her friend was such an uncharacteristic, silly compulsion that she burst out laughing. Seemed Nick hadn’t just cracked her icy shell, he’d blasted it to smithereens. She spun in her office chair until nearly dizzy. After a few additional rotations and a slight queasy feeling in her belly, she stilled the chair and stared at the box. Stop procrastinating, she chided herself with a shake of her head then reached for the package. She could at least open the present before calling him.
Careful to not wreck the ribbons, she untied them, letting the cloth slip between her fingers. An image of Nick sliding the ribbons over her naked skin made her gasp. She rubbed her thighs together to stem the sudden throbbing of her clit. A sharp pinch in her mind let her know that her succubus side was waking and interested in her thoughts. Interesting that it took a gift to spark you, my demon friend. She heard the grumble in her mind and smiled. Although she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, she’d missed her demon side just a little over the past couple of days.
The rest of the wrappings came off easily. With a quick peek she saw that there were about ten bars of expensive dark chocolate from her favorite vendors in Belgium. She shook her head at the amount it would have cost him to overnight the sweets in time to have them delivered to her. She closed her eyes and allowed the smell of refined cocoa and sea salt to swamp her senses. Rich, warm, sensual. Those were the first three words that came to mind when she tried to decipher the scents. Nothing smelled like good chocolate, especially imported Belgian chocolate. To you, addict. She laughed at her thoughts. It still smelled heavenly, slightly earthy with a hint of sweetness. The promise of orgasmic-level pleasure with just a small piece of silkiness melting in her mouth caused a rumble in her chest.
She needed to call and thank Nick. She knew that sitting there breathing into the box was only another procrastination technique, but the thought of calling him gave her belly fluttering tremors. The number came easily to her fingers. She’d dialed it a million times over the days. Hanging up or disconnecting just before the calls connected had become an insane game for her. How many times had his phone rung once only to have no one there? Perhaps she was doing a little stalking of her own now.
“Just do it, you wimp. Call him.” Her whispers sounded loud and harsh in the quiet of her office.
Shaking fingers pushed the buttons and she held her breath. What if he didn’t answer? Should she leave a message? What could she say that didn’t sound breathy and silly? Her hand moved to hover over the End button. What if he didn’t want to talk to her?
The soft click of the call connecting sounded so loud in her ear. The first ring had her shaking. Get it together. Gods, woman…it’s only a phone call. A giggle escaped just as the ringing stopped.
“Hello, Victoria.”
She silently groaned. His voice was so deep. It flowed over her senses like a warm wave, buckling her spine. She sagged slightly and blew out the breath she’d been holding. “Hi, Nick.”
“How are you, love?”
Stop being so girly. She mentally pulled up her big-girl panties, cleared her throat and sat up straighter. “I’m really good. Thank you so much for the chocolates. I could smell them right through the box. It’s really kind of you not only to remember but to send me another gift.”
He chuckled and a flame started heating her pussy. A flush burned her cheeks when she felt a warm rush of liquid between her thighs. Gods, she was getting turned-on by just his voice.
“I heard that hitch in your throat.” He whispered the words right into her ear. She closed her eyes and could almost feel his breath skate across her cheek. “Do something for me, Victoria. Get one of the bars of candy from that box. I want you to eat it while on the phone with me.”
She nodded then voiced a small affirmative noise before leaning toward the box. She didn’t even look at which bar she chose—it didn’t matter to her. She had an idea of where this was going to go and she was all for it. “Okay. I’ve got one. Do you want me to undress it?”
“Hmm, now you’re catching on. Are you in your office? Can you lock the door?”
With a grin, she walked to the door and pushed the button in the knob. Not that doing sexual things, especially phone sex, was anything new to her, but the fact that he wanted her to secure her door made her stifle a laugh. It also brought her mind back to reality. She was a succubus. There wasn’t any reason for her to be acting like a virginal girl. Sex was f
ood. With a better handle on her emotions and voice, she spoke up. “I’m all locked in. Now, what would you like me to do with this bar of fabulous chocolate?”
The groan that came through the phone was enough to weaken her knees. Knowing that he was affected by the idea of doing something totally naughty with the confection had her panties wet.
“Gods. I want to lick it off your pussy. It would melt against your heat and combine with your honey. So sweet and bitter, silky on my tongue. Would it drip down your legs? Are you wet enough for that yet?”
Nick’s voice had deepened and was so quiet that it was barely above a whisper. The image he was building in her head had a fresh bloom of liquid heat pooling between her thighs. She was melting just as surely as the chocolate he was whispering about. Shaky legs barely carried her back to her chair.
Before she could try to bring her imagination back from the brink of insanity, he continued in that sinful voice. “Do you know what I want you to do with that chocolate, Victoria? I want you to break off one square, place it on your tongue and tell me what you taste, smell, feel. I want all of it. Hold nothing back from me.”
She did as bidden just so he’d continue talking to her that way. She’d shared intimacies with thousands of males, but none had pulled her into the moment like he was doing. None had captivated her mind and body so easily with a few words. She wanted to strip off her pants and masturbate to his voice. He could read the weather report, anything, as long as she could bury her fingers in her dripping cunt and bring herself to orgasm. Even that image had her empty channel clenching and releasing a burst of lust so strong she nearly blacked out.
“Nick, love. I’ll do as you wish but while I describe the treat I’m about to wrap my lips around I want you to wrap your hand around that hard cock of yours. I know I’m going to be fully satisfied from this little snack. I want you to be as well.” The hitch in his breathing told her that she’d surprised him. The following moan had her eyes closing as she imagined him freeing his cock and giving it a stroke or two. She couldn’t help pushing him just a little further. “Mmm, that feels better doesn’t it? Tell me, are you hard for me? Do you have pearls of pre-cum forming for me?”
“Vic, gods, I’m so hard. I’ve been hard since I saw the caller ID flash with your name. If I close my eyes I can see you on a bed, spread wide and dripping for me. Now take that piece of chocolate and let it melt on your tongue. Tell me what you taste, what you feel.”
She did as directed with one hand, breaking off a small piece of chocolate so dark that it looked black against her desk. Sliding it into her mouth was a sensual torture. She held the phone close to her lips, knowing he could hear ever slick sound. A small moan slid between her lips as the first taste hit her tongue. Smooth, silky perfection melted instantly in the heat of her mouth.
“Oh, Nick. This is wonderful. It’s already melting, coating the inside of my mouth” She snaked her tongue out to lick the remnants of chocolate from her lips, smiling at the groan coming through the line. It truly was a decadent pleasure to taste such perfection and torture a male at the same time.
With her other hand she unbuttoned her slacks. She stood quickly and let them fall to the floor in a pool of cool cloth around her ankles. When she stepped from the puddle of material and sat back on her chair, she squeaked at the cold leather against her heated legs.
“Naughty girl. Was that the sound of naked thighs landing in your chair? I thought I heard your pants hit the floor. Are you going to touch yourself? Thought to bury your fingers in your cunt while I talk to you, hmm?” The amusement in his voice stoked her burning need more. The fact that they were acting like teenagers had her swallowing a giggle. His next words had her swallowing a moan instead. “Spread your legs for me, love. Hook them over the arms of your chair so you can feel the cool air on your hot pussy.”
She did as instructed. Air caressed her thighs, goose bumps rose along her legs and the cooling moisture on her pussy let her know just how wet she was. She answered with a whisper. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Oh, you think you are, but we’ll see. Take one hand and touch the outside of your pussy, stroke just the lips with feather touches. Close your eyes and feel the heat from your hand, but imagine it’s me. Don’t dip into your honeyed cunt yet. Tease yourself first. Soft sweeps of your fingers tickling the hairs. Mmm, I can just imagine the rasp of your curly hairs against your hand.”
Hesitantly at first, she ran her fingers along her labia. Teasing with light touches was one of her favorite ways to drive herself to the brink. She threw her head back and moaned. “So good. I love doing this to myself.”
“Take another small bite of chocolate, Vic. Place it on your tongue but don’t chew it. Let it melt inside your hot mouth.”
She complied, nearly out of her mind with the sound of his voice sensually stroking her senses and her fingers doing the same to her pussy. The need to bury her hand in her own heat was rising. She wanted the release that was building to come quickly, to overwhelm her, sweep her away for a few moments. The taste of bitter chocolate brought her back from the brink enough that she could breathe. The small piece she’d placed on her tongue liquefied, becoming silky-smooth against the roof of her mouth.
All of a sudden the tastes in her mouth merged with an image of her on her knees, his cock sliding over her tongue. Bitter, sweet, sensual. She swallowed and voiced her thoughts. “I want to taste you, Nick. I want your cum bathing my tongue.”
“Oh my gods,” he groaned. “You can’t say things like that. Not if I’m going to keep from stroking off while you’re on the phone with me.”
“Hey, it better not just be me in a compromising position at work.” She grinned before dropping her voice to a whisper. “You know you’re stroking your cock, Nick. I can hear the slight rasp of skin on skin. Stroke it and close your eyes. Can you picture me kneeling between your legs, running my hands up and down your thighs?”
She’d done this so many times but for once her own need continued rising. She wasn’t talking to a male who didn’t know about her—this time the man she was torturing wanted her. She continued petting her wet nether lips with light fingertips. Instead of stopping the sounds of pleasure from leaving her lips, she let them loose, savoring the vibration of her voice in her chest. The moan was completely real, as was the tingling heat of an impending orgasm. The sound of an answering groan on the other end of the call stoked her heat. He was into this as far as she was.
“Your voice is enough to send me over the edge. It wraps around my cock like I know your lips would. Hot, soft, wet. Are you still just touching your pussy lips like a good girl?”
“Hmm, yes. God I want to dip my fingers inside and rub my clit.”
“The next time we meet this is what I want to do. I want you laid out on the bed with your fingers buried in your pussy while I watch you make yourself come. I want to see your long, slim fingers tunneling through your folds, hear the sweet sucking sounds while you finger-fuck yourself.”
His voice, his words, the images all coalesced into a burning need to come and to hear him do the same. She wanted to share something real for once. Her fingers followed his orders. She slid already wet digits between her folds, lightly caressing her clit before pushing slowly into her sopping channel. The taste of chocolate still clung to her tongue, giving her senses something to concentrate on as her belly clenched and her pussy fluttered around her fingers. Heat rose quickly under her skin, causing a quick flash of sweat to bead on her upper lip.
“Oh, gods, Vic. I can hear your fingers moving. You are so fucking wet, aren’t you? Pinch your nipple with your other hand. Let me hear what you’re doing. I want to know how hot you are.”
She’d lost the ability to talk. Waves of need and warmth traveled over her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Skating her other hand to her breast felt sinfully good. She grasped her distended nipple between her thumb and forefinger, giving it a slight tug and twist. A zing of liquid heat shot to her pu
ssy, leaving her breathless and aching. She moved her fingers in her pussy with sensual slowness, pressing the heel of her hand against her clit. She moaned, long and low.
“That’s it, Vic. I want you to come hard all over your hand. You’re close aren’t you? Do you wish I was there to suck that little hard clit between my lips? I could slam three fingers into your pulsing cunt and taste the juices flowing from you. Gods, I can almost taste you now on my tongue. I bet you’re sweet, aren’t you?”
Nick’s voice was deep and gravelly, raising a new wave of goose bumps down her arms. With her eyes closed she could almost believe that he was in the room with her, watching her hands move on her own flesh. The idea brought another sigh to her lips. He’d stare at her with a heated gaze, stroking his cock while she delved slick fingers into her own pussy.
The image alone was what threw her over the edge. Her muscles locked down, a keening sound escaped her dry lips and the release rushed over her. Waves of warmth followed by coolness flowed across her skin. She knew with what brain cells she still had that she had loudly proclaimed that she was coming, knew that Tabatha would be able to hear and probably others in the building, but she didn’t care. Her fingers moved of their own volition, extending her orgasm, plummeting her into a pool of liquid pleasure.
When her ears could function again she caught Nick’s groan of completion and jerky breaths as he came as well. His words were incoherent but the meaning was clear. He’d been right there with her through her release, whispering naughty, tantalizing things to her addled brain. Things only lovers said to each other. The lovely sound of him moaning her name while his cum coated his hand made her grin, even while she was still trying to catch her breath.
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