by Danica Avet
Then she’d had to brave the crowds of people lined up outside the gym. She’d never seen anything like it in Maison Rouge. As she’d walked up to the doors, cameras had flashed and reporters, more than the few hounds who’d been dogging Saber around town, shouted questions. They’d recognized her and she’d had to stop and pose for them to look at her gown, pretend that she wasn’t having the biggest freak out of her life. Some of the people in the crowd had given her slightly hostile looks, which hadn’t helped her at all.
Stepping into the gym, which was decorated better than it had for any of the high school dances she’d been to, Kitty had almost fainted with relief to see Daisy and Ram. A quick glance around the gym showed it was packed again, this time with extended family and what looked like some of Ram’s friends from LA. She even recognized a few of them as clients. Fun. I’m sure they’ve already heard about the fur fiasco.
Then she’d seen Monk and every worry, every fear flew out of her head. God, he was gorgeous in what she knew had to be a tailored suit. He looked as if he should have been standing on the red carpet himself with some trophy wife on his arm, not going stag. Then he’d given her that look, the one that said he was thinking of her naked. Her body immediately heated, her thighs growing slick with arousal. He left her standing in the receiving line with Daisy and the others, her mind buzzing with the need to see what the promise in his eyes meant. An hour and a half later, Kitty was dismissed from the line and able to mingle. She couldn’t find Monk right away, so she headed over to talk with her parents, who were with some relatives Kitty hadn’t seen in years.
“And here’s Kitty,” Francine announced with great pride. “You remember Aunt Martha?” she asked Kitty.
“I’m sorry, no,” she said with a grimace.
Francine gave her a disappointed look. “Aunt Martha was your grandmother’s oldest sister. Anyway, this is Aunt Martha’s daughter’s son, Michael and his wife Marla. Y’all used to play together when y’all were babies.”
Kitty exchanged polite smiles with Michael, not recognizing him as anyone she would remember, but they were family. Her dad slipped his arm around Kitty’s waist and hugged her close. Her paternal family was very small and a lot quieter than the black bears of Pointe-Aux-Chat Parish. Every time there was a reunion, wedding or funeral on her mother’s side of the family, Hunter would go into silent mode, shadowing behind his vivacious wife, or sticking close to Kitty.
“Everything okay, little bear?” he whispered against the top of her head while her mother talked with her hands.
It figured her dad would know something was wrong, but this wasn’t the time to talk with him about it. If Daisy was a loose cannon when she was angry, her father was an atom bomb. “For now,” she said with a small smile. “I’m going to see if I can find Monk.”
Hunter’s dark face scowled down at her. “He better not break your heart or I’ll break him in half.”
Laughing at the very familiar warning he used to give her every time she went on a date with Monk, Kitty reached up to kiss his cheek. “Love you.”
Wandering around the gym, Kitty kept her eye open for Monk while talking with various relatives and people from town as well as the out-of-towners from Ram’s side of the guest list. It was almost easy to forget about the car incident and the fur problem back in New York because everyone was just so thrilled for Daisy and Ram. Or better yet, they were thrilled with the food Zach Trahan had provided through his catering service. There’d almost been a scuffle between Kitty’s first-grade teacher, who happened to be another aunt, and some music producer’s girlfriend in front of the crab bisque.
Kitty grabbed a glass of champagne and moved off to the side to get a better view of the room. She sure hoped Tante Claudette and Nonc Thomas had been putting money aside for the wedding, because if this was the guest list, St. Patrick’s Church would be packed to full capacity with more people spilling outside.
Something hit her shoulder, making her jump. She glanced at her dress, but didn’t see anything. Shaking her head, she went back to her perusal of the crowd. Monk had to be somewhere out there. She’d tried sniffing him out, but there were far too many shifters, not to mention humans who’d doused themselves in perfume and cologne.
A little ball of something pinged against her shoulder again and this time Kitty looked around. If some brat thought it was funny to shoot spitballs at her while she was wearing this dress, she was going to scare the shit out of them. But when she glared at the people nearest to her, they were busy with each other. No one was paying her any attention.
“Psst,” someone hissed behind her.
Kitty glanced over her shoulder at the maintenance door leading to the announcer’s booth. Seductive green eyes met her startled gaze with a knowing look. Monk peeked out the door and crooked his finger at her.
Heart thumping with forbidden excitement, Kitty looked around to make sure no one noticed and slinked to the door. Monk snagged her hand as soon as she was close enough and pulled her into the small hallway, the door closing behind her.
Before Kitty could ask what he thought he was doing, even though she already knew, she found herself pressed against the door, Monk’s lips on hers in a hot, wet kiss that made her bones melt. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, her skin sizzling with every touch. She wanted to tear her dress off and mount him right then and there. Kitty hooked her right leg around his hips to grind her aching mound against the bulge in his trousers.
They both groaned at the contact, but to her surprise Monk pulled back. “Wait,” he whispered against her mouth. “C’mon, baby. I want to show you something.”
Their fingers laced together in a familiar hold that brought her back to high school and a time when Kitty would have followed him anywhere. As he led her up a set of stairs, she mused that not much had changed in fifteen years.
Monk could scent Kitty’s arousal as he guided her upstairs to the press box above the gym. If he hadn’t remembered everything he wanted to do to her, he would have taken her against the door, but he’d spent the last hour getting everything as romantic as he could in a school gym. His balls ached from the seductive thoughts flooding his mind, each one starring Kitty naked and all his. He had it bad for her. Very bad and he loved every second of it.
Reaching the top of the stairs, he let Kitty take in the changes he’d made and waited for her reaction. He’d snagged a bottle of champagne, a couple of glasses and two plates of food, but he hadn’t stopped there. He’d found some velvet curtains that used to hang up in the auditorium and made them a bed on the floor of the booth. The lights from the gym below filtered into the room, allowing them to see, but not be seen. He hoped.
Kitty’s fingers squeezed his. “You did this?”
“As soon as I left you standing in line.”
She looked at him, her dark eyes wide. “Thank you, it’s romantic.”
Monk wouldn’t be male if his chest didn’t puff out at her breathless words. Even his cougar purred despite the cat thinking this was a waste of time. Told you so, he muttered to the cat who ignored him. He wanted to squeeze her tight to him, his heart thundering at the thought of her near miss, but his mate wasn’t a woman to be coddled.
Unable to help himself any longer, Monk cupped her jaw and tilted her face up to his. This time the kiss was a little softer, sweeter than the one they’d shared earlier, but it was no less powerful. It was a reaffirmation for him that she was safe with him and an unspoken promise to keep her safe. He heard Kitty’s breath catch in her throat, felt her tremble against him, her body snuggled up to his. He deepened the kiss, his hands stroking over her back, the silk sliding beneath his palms.
“Wait,” she whispered against his mouth when he would have tugged up the skirt.
She stepped back and reached behind her to release something magical because with a shimmy of her body, the dress slid down, revealing her proud breasts, rounded stomach, full hips and the glossy, bare lips of her pussy before the silk pooled
on the floor at her feet. Monk’s heart was somewhere in his groin. This female did things to him that no other woman could compete with.
Kitty bent over at the waist to tackle her shoes, but he said, “No, leave them on and bend exactly like that over the desk.”
Her heart-shaped face tilted up and she looked at him before she swung her gaze around to stare at the desk that stood against the windows looking down at the court. Her breathing quickened, the scent of her arousal grew heavier in the close confines of the booth.
Monk started to strip out of his suit, watching her profile as she nibbled on her bottom lip. “You know you want to. You think I haven’t realized you’re an exhibitionist, baby? You like to be fucked when you think we might be caught. You want someone to glance up and see you bent over, me standing behind you as I pound my cock into you.” She whimpered. “But they can’t hear us, or see us, I promise. Just be a good girl and bend over the desk.”
He carefully draped his suit over the arm of the only chair in the room and waited to see what his mate would do. She glanced at him, her eyes widening as she took in his nude body. She licked her lips, her gaze centered on his cock. Monk fisted himself, stroking slowly. He’d learned she loved giving head, a major bonus for him since he definitely liked receiving it from her.
“You want a taste first?” he asked in a husky tone.
She nodded, her breathing ragged. “Yes.”
“Come here,” he said pointing to the floor in front of him.
Kitty straightened, the heels making her legs look even longer, and swayed to him before she fell to her knees. Tilting her head back, she stared up at his face as she ran her hands up his legs. Pre-cum pearled at the tip of his cock and she wet her lips again.
“Take me all the way in,” he ordered. His control was slipping just from having her at his feet. Oh, he knew she wasn’t submissive to him at all. She gave in to his orders only because she wanted to, not because she felt he was more dominant. And that was far better than a female born to submit.
Without using her hands, she opened her mouth and engulfed his cock in one motion. He almost stopped breathing at the sensation of her throat working around him. The first time she’d done that, he’d wanted to kill the bastard who taught her how to deep-throat until she told him she’d learned it from listening to her gay friends. Now he could only appreciate the way her tongue stroked the underside of his cock as her throat rippled around him.
“Fuck, baby,” he panted, balls tingling with the need to come. Already. But then Kitty always shot him to the edge when they were making love.
He fisted her hair in his hands and began a slow, shallow thrust into her mouth. She moaned around his dick, the sound traveling up his spine. Her fingernails dug into his thighs for a moment before one of her hands slipped between his legs to cup his balls, rolling them around in her hand in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, Kitty-Cat, you’re gonna make me come.” Her sucking became harder, more determined, her cheeks hollowing out. She kept her dark eyes on his face the entire time, as though half her pleasure in the act came from watching him lose it. “Is that what you want, baby? You want me to come down your throat?”
She gently scraped her teeth against his glans and Monk had to clamp his jaw tight to keep from shouting as his cock exploded, his seed jetting into her mouth. His knees threatened to buckle even as his hips jerked. His Kitty was ready for it though, swallowing him without spilling a drop. Once the compulsive jerks of his body ended, Kitty carefully licked him clean, making him hiss.
“Thank you,” she whispered with a grin and a twinkle in her eye.
Monk gripped her head tight and tilted her back to kiss her, tasting himself on her lips. He loved this woman with every fiber of his body and soul. He pulled away from her decadent mouth and bit her bottom lip hard enough to make her jump.
“Go bend over the fucking desk, Kitty Marie,” he ordered and was rewarded by her indrawn breath. “Now.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” she muttered with a pout even as she got to her feet and walked over to the desk.
No, she didn’t walk. She sashayed, her hips swaying from side to side in an exaggerated stride that made his limp cock twitch with interest. Then the little minx bent over the desk, legs straight, and wiggled her ass at him.
She peeked over her shoulder. “Like this?” she asked with clear challenge in her voice.
Monk strode over to her, ready to drive her insane. “Exactly like that.”
She knew it was dangerous to tug the cougar’s tail, but Kitty couldn’t help herself. His flavor still lingered on her lips, all salty spice and she loved it. She loved to watch him lose control, the way the cords in his neck would distend, the way his eyes gleamed like emeralds, and when he groaned her name, she could almost orgasm from that alone.
And now he was going to make her pay. The thought had her pussy creaming and her thighs squeezing together to try to appease some of the ache between them. Kitty propped herself on her elbows and peeked over the edge of the windows facing the gym. She couldn’t believe she was doing this with her parents, hell her entire family and people she’d known most of her life, within eyesight.
Something wet and faintly raspy darted up the back of her leg making her squeak.
“Shh, baby, you don’t want to get as loud as you do sometimes,” Monk cautioned her, the heat of his breath moving closer and closer to her hungry core. “You don’t want those hundreds of people to know you’re up here about to have your cunt eaten out, do you?”
She sucked in a deep breath. Monk’s dirty talk turned her on almost as much as he did. God, there really were a lot of people down there, but their faces blurred as her arousal increased. Monk’s hands cupped her thighs, his thumbs spreading her nether lips open.
“Look how wet you are,” he marveled, his thumbs massaging her labia. He blew a stream of cool air over her exposed pussy, making Kitty shiver. “I love how wet it makes you to think of someone looking up at any minute to see your face flush with pleasure as I eat you out. You want that, don’t you?”
Kitty couldn’t answer. Not with his tongue sliding down her slit until he found her clit. She whimpered, biting her lip as he latched on to the sensitive nubbin of flesh and suckled.
“Oh God,” she whispered. He released her clit to lap at it, lashing with his tongue until more moisture coated her sex. “Oh God, Monk. Please don’t tease me.”
He lifted his mouth for a moment, but didn’t stop his torment, two of his fingers sliding deep inside her hungry pussy. “It’s only teasing if I don’t follow through, Kitty-Cat. And I definitely plan to follow through.” He thrust in her shallow and slow, not keeping to any particular rhythm. “I’m gonna make you come, baby, and then I’m gonna lap up every ounce of cream you give me and then I’m gonna make you cream again so I can fuck you fast and hard.” He twisted his fingers inside her, finding a spot that made her eyes roll with pleasure. “And when you come either time, you can’t scream. Unless you really do want someone to see us. I can almost picture it,” he continued in a tone that would have been more conversational if it weren’t for the rumbling growl beneath every word.
“I’ll have you sittin’ on the edge of the desk, your legs spread as wide as they’ll go.” His Cajun accent grew thicker the more aroused he became. Kitty closed her eyes, picturing his words, her hips rocking back in the hopes he’d fuck her harder with his fingers. “I’ll slide my cock all way in and stay still because there’s nothin’ more beautiful than the sight of your pussy stretched around me until I’m soaked.”
She was going to come. He must have realized because he eased up on his thrusts. “And then, once you start getting all impatient and hungry, I’m going to fuck you so hard we’re going to rock this big desk. It’ll sound as if a giant is knockin’ on the roof and everyone’ll be lookin’ around trying to figure out where the sound is comin’ from. And then you’ll come around me, your pussy creaming so much it soaks my balls.�
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Kitty let out a sharp gasp, her body going tense as he gave her clit a light tap. Her inner muscles clamped around his fingers as she bucked her hips back, soft moans escaping her.
“There you go, baby, just like that. Come all over my fingers, Kitty-Cat. You feel so fucking good, like silk,” he panted against her pussy before removing his fingers and pressing his face into her.
His tongue flickered along her slit, lapping at her juices, just the way he’d promised to, the torment prolonging Kitty’s orgasm until she was nothing but a puddle of skin and blood because there were no bones left in her body. It was always this way with him and she’d spent countless hours trying to figure out why. But now, pressed against the desk and looking out over the crowd of party-goers below, Kitty understood.
He got something about her she hadn’t realized before coming back to Maison Rouge. None of her other lovers had picked up on the need she hadn’t even known she had for public sex. Who would have thought it? She’d always been somewhat repressed until the last few years, but even when she’d embraced her sexuality, she hadn’t experimented with what really turned her on. But Monk knew and gave it to her without putting her at serious risk. It was amazing and primal. He was amazing and sexy and—oh God, she was in love with him. Again.
“Ah, baby, you taste so good,” he purred against her thigh, his teeth nipping gently. “I could spend hours right here.”
Kitty let her head thump against the desk, her heart clenching in time with the flutters of her sex as Monk made good on his promise to lick her clean. She was in so much trouble.
Chapter Eight
Monk cuddled Kitty closer, the velvet pallet he’d made providing some relief from the hard floor. He had no clue how long they’d been up in the booth, but it was long enough to make her come four times, twice with his mouth and hands, twice with his cock buried deep inside her. They’d collapsed on the pallet, drinking champagne and devouring the food he’d carried upstairs.