He stood up and looked at the wall for a second, running his hands down his face.
“Am I too much for you?” she asked.
He heard the hint of self-conscious seeping in. And that was criminal.
He crawled on top of the desk, caging her between his hands and knees.
“No. My problem is that I want a bed. And maybe some rope and lots of lube and good music and a few things that vibrate in a drawer close by. I want to make you come on my face so hard you think you’re dying and this”—he looked around his office—“is none of that.”
Hazel’s returning bravado made her eyes sparkle. “Surely a man that runs a dating service can be creative when he needs to be?”
His only reply to her dare was to put her nipple in his mouth while massaging between her legs with one hand. With the other he balanced above her perilously on the narrow desk. His knees were close to the edge, hemming her in.
She bucked against his hand and hissed at him. “Get to work, then.” She grabbed his face and pulled it back up to her mouth.
Hazel was a fire starter. That they went from writing on a tablecloth like civilized humans to being half-naked in the same building was making him shake a little. In a delicious way.
Wolf hopped off the desk and roughly unbuttoned her jeans. Her panties came down when he removed her pants like they were on fire and he was saving her life.
He went straight between her legs, hooking the nearby office chair with his foot and having a damn seat because he was obviously going to be there until he died.
She gasped when he immediately licked her deeply, curving his tongue. She was silk, and her scent was exactly what the feral part of him loved. The combination of her face, sassy personality, and the enchanting masterpiece he was tasting could inspire a man to write a symphony.
When he looked up, she was grabbing her breasts again, and her head was hanging off the other end of his desk. She was enjoying the hell out of this.
He pulled her hips closer to him and wedged his shoulders lower under her thighs so he could wear her sex like a face mask. He needed oxygen less than he needed her to keep making those noises. Hazel flexed around his finger so hard he wished it were his dick. He added another finger, she seemed close to coming until she gave a groan of disappointment.
“What?”
Hazel propped up on her elbows.
“You’re being gentle. Again.”
He shook his head at her. “You want it harder? Hang the fuck on.”
Wolf stood, kicking the chair away. So much for letting her orgasm build and wash over her. With her knees over his shoulders, he added a third finger and let his pinkie test her ass. He found her clit and began sucking on it, beating it up with his tongue, rolling an internal R on the edge over and over to give her a terrific sensation. His hand was instantly wet.
“Yesssss.” She arched her back and grabbed the edge of the desk, her knuckles white.
He let his fingers be as furious as his heart was pounding.
“Oh God. Use them all. All the fingers. Don’t stop.”
Wolf took that as an okay to let his pinkie stiffen and gave Hazel a skilled double stuffing.
She lost her damn composure then—screaming his name, praising all the things on his body, and then just cursing like a sailor. He reached up with the hand that was holding her still and covered her mouth. “Shh. Brazen.”
Her eyes rolled in her head. She didn’t come pretty. She came like it hurt.
It was the hottest damn thing.
In her release, she pulled her body away from him, her head hanging off the edge of the desk again. She flopped around, and every once in a while a shudder ran through her body as an aftershock did its work.
Hazel started laughing. “Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.”
Wolf thought his dick might unzip his pants for him. Seeing this woman come for him blew his goddamned mind. The last half hour of his life was seared into his brain and his balls.
“Come here.” She waved a lazy hand at him.
“What?” He was still braced above her, slowly working his fingers as she came down.
“Bring your dick to my mouth. I’ve always wanted to try it like this.”
He pulled his hand out from between her legs, and she got the shivers. He placed a kiss right above her pussy before giving it a lick. She still tasted like everything he needed, and the flavor of her lit the fuse at the end of his dick. This sure as hell wasn’t something he was supposed to be doing. But still, he walked around the desk so his crotch was in front of her upside-down face while her body remained on his desk.
She yanked on his jeans. “Drop your pants.”
Wolf shoved them over his hips, and his boxer briefs went along for the ride. He couldn’t decide if the view was better from this side of the desk or the side he'd just left.
He grabbed her breasts again, and she was obviously still wildly stimulated because she jerked. He thumbed her nipples.
And then she got started.
Hazel managed to grab his balls with one hand while blowing a thin stream of air along the underside of his shaft.
He was a tall guy, and he was thankful for his long wingspan when he realized he could get to her pussy from this angle.
She was a goddamned genius. Hazel’s mouth was attending to his dick, and his hands were free to explore all that was before him. She took her hands from between his legs and grabbed two handfuls of his ass.
He stilled when she took him between her lips. Her mind-blowing, silky lips.
She urged him far deeper into her throat than he ever would have pushed himself.
The angle of her head—basically giving him an upside-down blow job—opened up so much of her throat he was almost all the way in before her gag reflex kicked in. He pulled back and started to apologize when Hazel hauled off and slapped his ass. She guided him to the same place again, still gagging but insisting on taking him there with every thrust.
Once he got the rhythm, she spread her legs even more and rubbed her clit. Pinching her nipple with his free hand took more concentration then he’d ever used. She worked magic between his legs, as well. When he was close, she pushed him away and told him to get on his toes. She pulled him closer and sucked on his goddamned balls, tonguing between them.
And when he was about to blow, the backs of his knees shaking with the strain of staying in the position she’d demanded of him, she lined up his dick between her breasts. Using her hands, and he quickly caught on and helped, they made a beautiful titty and dick sandwich. He orgasmed hard and came all over her stomach.
When he had pulsed his last, he collapsed on the floor next to her as carefully as possible. Her face was flushed red from her head hanging off the desk as long as it had. He had to fight his own wobbly legs and arms to scramble back up and help her sit up.
“Whoa. Head rush.”
He laughed and hugged her to his chest, holding her woozy body against him.
Chapter 17
Money’s Worth
Hazel was sitting naked on his desk while he hugged her to his chest. He was laughing as the blood rushed back to her neck, and fear slammed into her chest. In all her pleasure, she'd forgotten that the last time a man had made her feel that good, he’d left right after.
Actually, Wolf had done her better than Scott ever had. As she closed her eyes and tried to keep the regrets at bay, she thought about how carefree she'd been with Wolf. It was amazing. Being that naked and aroused was something only a person married to their partner for fifteen years would be comfortable with. She was terrified he was planning on breaking her heart and using her vagina to get there.
“Well, you’re a surprise. I’ll give you that, Hazel.”
She shrugged. There was music playing in the lobby. She looked at her lap. Her stupid heart wanted to cuddle this man until he was hard again and then get it on doggy style on the floor. This man. The one who refused to refund her money. Who set her up on a date after kis
sing her in the elevator.
Oh my God.
What had she done? The attraction between them had been insane, was insane, but he hadn’t done anything different except tell her about his tattoo.
She could hear herself swallow.
Wolf kissed the top of her head and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. She was too afraid to look at his face.
“Obviously, we can’t tell anyone about this.” Wolf added a forced laugh.
She looked at the penis she’d just jerked off between her boobs. It was a very nice penis.
We can’t tell anyone about this.
That’s what he thought. Of course. Because he probably did this all the time. Took a customer into his office for a little “refund” time.
She shoved him away and began the hunt for her clothes.
“Hazel?”
She thought she heard him swallow.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. And as soon as I take a shower and all your jizz is gone, there won’t be evidence, either. You’ll be free and clear.” Her jeans were tangled up with her heels and her panties. They made a puzzle her angry hands had trouble solving.
“That’s not what I mean. That was amazing, and you were amazing. But—”
“Yup. I took your finger up my butt. And I liked it. Jesus.” She sat in his desk chair while she put on her panties.
“I just shouldn't have done this with you. It’s against the rules. And if I don’t set you up on a date, the staff will know what happened, and I just want to make sure that I’ll have your discretion.”
Hazel covered her mouth and bit her tongue to keep herself from saying anything that would make this worse. She put her jeans back on. Her hands were sticky from his pleasure, which was also on her stomach.
“Hazel.”
She shot him a look. He was still naked.
“You haven’t even put your dick away and you’re already worried about how bad I’ll make you look?” She pushed her hair away from her face, looking for her top and bra.
“Hazel.”
She found them and put on her shirt before shoving her bra in the back pocket of her jeans. “Stop saying my name like you know me. You don’t know me.”
He started putting his jeans on. “Don’t leave. I can’t. Just let me figure this out.”
She finally put on her heels. She walked to the office door. Tears started to work on her now, and she didn’t want them.
“You can’t leave like this.”
There was a mirror on the wall, and she could see his reflection as he put his Booty Camp shirt back on. She gave him a second to think of something that would make what they just did more about the connection she felt to him than what happened in their pants.
“I can see your nipples through that shirt. Put your bra on and let me clean up this stuff from my desk.
She shook her head and turned the doorknob.
She got it open about an inch before he came up fast behind her and slammed the door shut.
She turned her head so she could see him out of her peripheral vision.
“Just let me get this together. This is my business here. I have to set an example.”
Hazel turned more so she was close to him again. Her traitorous vagina wanted more from him. His mouth, his tongue. Those fingers. But amazingly, her heart was feeling the burn hard. Maybe even worse than after Scott had left her.
“You’re letting me leave or I’m screaming.” She lifted one eyebrow.
He ran his hand through his hair and then hit his fist against the door. “Fine. I’ll walk you out.”
“You can’t.” Hazel hated that a tear fell. She would have paid someone two thousand dollars right then to keep that little bit of dignity inside.
He wiped her tear away with his thumb. She pushed his hand away roughly and managed to backhand the second tear that fell. Then Hazel got on her tiptoes and spoke very close to his lips. “Because I came all over your jeans, Wolf.”
He looked down and sure enough, there was a super duper wet spot all over the crotch of his jeans. He cursed, but he left his hand against the door, keeping her trapped.
Hazel needed an out. She was way too close to having the chin-crumpling breakdown she was afraid she was going to have.
“You’ll see to it that I have another date. You know what fun I am now, so finding a match for me shouldn’t be a problem.” She lifted her head and gave him the best fuck-you glare she could.
She watched his face as he realized what she’d said. First disbelief, then hurt, then anger.
“Well, Miss Lavender, you certainly know how to get your money’s worth.” He stepped back and gave her back her personal space.
Hazel looked at him and unbuttoned the top three buttons on her shirt, giving herself a scandalous neckline. She wanted to launch a parting comeback, but she knew she wouldn’t make it through it without her voice cracking.
Instead, she turned and flung open his door. The crowd in the lobby looked instinctively towards the movement.
Hazel tossed her shoulders back, pulled her bra out of her back pocket, and twirled it on the end of her finger like a keychain.
Behind her, she heard Wolf mutter, “Fuck.”
She wasn’t expecting the slam of the office door or the pounding fists that sounded like he was punishing the door and his knuckles at the same time.
Chapter 18
Mistakes Were Made
Hazel regretted the tit show she was putting on, but she was—ironically—too proud to cover up. A Booty Camp staff member opened the front door for her in a hurry. She stood on the sidewalk and took a deep breath.
That was crazy. What a goddamned roller coaster.
Claire was calling her name, and Hazel waved, trying not to cry.
Claire saw through her. “Oh, sweetheart. What happened? You guys looked like you wanted to eat each other.”
Her friend went in for a hug, but Hazel took a step backwards. She couldn’t let Claire get everything she had on her body and hands smeared on her. They'd been best friends for too long for that bullshit.
“What? Are you hurt?” Claire seemed to piece together the disheveled outfit, the bra dangling from her hand and the—Hazel could only imagine—sex-messed hair. “Oh, you weren’t hurt physically.”
Hazel shook her head.
“Do you need me or do you need space?”
Hazel loved how Claire cut to the chase.
Hazel held up two fingers.
Claire got it. “The second one? Okay. I get it. Let me hail you a cab. Put your bra away and button your top. Where’s your purse?”
Hazel pointed at the theater doors.
“Back there?” Claire texted someone, probably Chance, while Hazel did as she was told, tucking the bra in her pocket and fastening her buttons.
She thought of Wolf’s parting words. And how worried he was about his business.
Chance was trotting down the stairs with her purse in hand and Wolf hot on his heels.
“Everything okay?” Chance was a huge dude, but he was good at reading people, it seemed.
Wolf slowed down next to her, glowering.
Hazel rarely told anyone she’d been interested in acting for a while, that she'd been in a few plays in high school and two in college. Of course Claire knew, but she would never rat out her friend.
So Hazel put her acting skills to work. She pointed at Wolf just as a few more Booty Camp staff members trickled onto the stairs.
“I made a pass at him. He refused me. He owes me something, and I want my thousand dollars' worth. But he turned me down. And I’m pissed.” Hazel watched the knowledge of what she was saying reach his face. Confusion, then relief, and then... and then she couldn’t tell what he was thinking because her vision was blurry. “So, you better get my money back soon, Wolf.”
Wolf nodded once and looked at his feet.
The cab driver honked, clearly not interested in their drama.
She settled in the backseat as
Chance handed her purse to her. Wolf pushed his way past his friend and held out her phone. She took it without touching his fingers.
“I’m sorry I hurt you.”
His gruff whisper got to her. Hazel was pissed, but she wasn’t about to ruin the man’s life. She turned her head to avoid looking at him and instead watched the reflection of the scene in the back passenger window. Claire pulled Wolf out of the way.
“I’m texting you already. Let me know when you're ready for ice cream.”
Hazel put her hand near her eye again. Claire knew Hazel was on the edge and slammed the door closed, slapping the side of the cab to let the driver know it was clear for takeoff.
XOXOXOXO
Claire was in Wolf’s face before the cab had even turned the corner. “Let’s go have a discussion, okay?”
She sounded pleasant, but her face had a mama bear quality to it. Chance put his arm around Claire and led her back inside.
Wolf didn’t want anyone in his office until it stopped smelling like a newlyweds' hotel room. But Claire didn’t give him any choice as she entered before he did.
He stepped around her and Chance, closed the door behind them, and began cleaning up the disarray.
“Wow. You really had to fight my girl Hazel off, huh? Knocked the damn lamp over? And wet your pants?” Claire was far too shrewd for bullshit.
Wolf shook his head. “That’s not how it went down.”
“No, I didn’t think so. I’ve got to tell you, she loved that last nut-dropping. She trusted the dick bag. She let him into her world. And being loved by her? Let me tell you a secret—it's life altering. She’s the most caring, funny, sexy as fuck woman I have ever met. And you know it. I can see it in your face.”
Wolf knelt down to gather the pictures from the floor while Chance righted the lamp.
“She’s never, in all the damn years I’ve known her, dragged a guy into an office and forced herself on him. Never.”
Wolf stood with the folder and set it on his desk again. “It wasn’t like that.”
“I know.” Claire bent down and grabbed a wayward picture from the floor. She spun it to face him. It was Hazel. “I made her do this; did you know that? I made her do this with me so we could laugh together. Have fun. I never imagined how goddamned intense it is. That I would meet him…” She trailed off and touched Chance’s face.
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