“Is that what you need?” He seemed to fill the whole car in a way he hadn’t done only seconds earlier, and her heart tripped up her throat. He’d turned as well, stepping into her space, overwhelming her with his size until she began to shake like a leaf and her knees nearly buckled.

“Romance?”

She ought to leave, she knew. She ought to spring out of this car second the door opened again and leave him standing there. Instead, Vanessa found herself melting against him when a giant hand dropped to her hip, pulling her flush to the long line of his body. She wasn’t prepared to be kissed. She hadn’t expected it from him, and kissing him hadn’t been a part of her numerous fantasies, but when he bent to meet her mouth, their lips slotting together like a hand-carved puzzle, she knew she wouldn’t think about anything else ever again.

His teeth tugged at her lips, tongue demanding entrance, as bossy as he ever was, and her wolf was too eager to give in. With every pass of his mouth, he sucked her lip between his own with a slight nip of his teeth, and each time, the gentle pressure made her clit throb. She ran her tongue over the blunt edge of his teeth until she reached the point of his canines, imagining how they would drag against her skin, nipping at her inner thighs, biting her neck as he knotted her.

He was arrogant and haughty, and she still wanted to step on his balls, but she also wanted the rest of it. Her wolf wanted his, and she wondered if their bodies would fit together as neatly as their mouths did. Her nails scraped over his erection, and he growled against her, teeth catching her lower lip one last time before he pulled away slowly.

“Tell me what it is you want, rabbit. Let me give it to you.”

This was what she wanted, she realized. Grayson Hemming chasing her. His knot cooling the fire in her blood would merely be a bonus.

“Remind me again what you’re offering?”

His low laugh vibrated against her, his eyes taking on the silver gleam that she knew was reflected in her own. The smell of him was making her crazy, and she wondered if the scent of her was what had made his cock so hard.

“Let’s see . . . you can follow me upstairs and spend the next few days in a very luxurious hotel room, letting me fuck you until you can’t walk.” He shifted, letting her feel the press of his erection. “I can smell how needy and desperate your cunt is, how much you want me to fuck you. Do you think I can’t? Do you think I can’t taste how wet you are for me every month? How crazy the smell of your cunt makes me?” She pressed into him, whimpering when he rolled his hips slightly, letting her feel the shape of him rocking into her. “So let’s stop playing games, Ms. Blevin, and let me give you what you want. I think that’s a bit more generous than floss.” Her chest heaved, unable to deny a single word. “This is what you want, correct? I believe this was your idea?” Her cheeks heated, joining the flush moving up her body at the thought of what he promised. ‘“We should fuck and get it out of our systems,’ right? Is that what you want, rabbit? Are you still going to give me that pissy little look when you’re bouncing on my knot? Or are you going to shut up for once and let me give that pretty pussy what she needs?”

Every nerve in her body felt electrified, every muscle pulled taut. She wanted everything he was offering — his teeth, his knot, his cock buried balls-deep within her. When he straightened up, stepping away, she whimpered.

“Or, you can push that basement button, and I’ll see you next Tuesday. Either way, whatever happens — it doesn’t matter. Because we’re both professionals. No matter your choice, it won’t affect anything when we return to the office.”

The whole world seemed to sway as the elevator bounced, and she realized she was the only one who could make this decision. Leap or leave. If she left, it would be done, she knew without question. He would never proposition her again, would never mention it again, and they would go back to the status quo on Tuesday, just as he’d outlined. She wasn’t sure why she believed him. Everyone knew that getting involved with a coworker was the dumbest thing one could do in the workplace while getting involved with a superior — practically career suicide.

Even so, he’d never given her any reason for doubt before. He was sharp and demanding, but he was that way with everyone, looked his nose down on everyone . . . but he hadn’t looked through her like she was invisible since that very first day. The only loser in the equation would be her, but she trusted him to not let that happen. And besides, she thought, unable to deny it to herself — she liked having Grayson Hemming chase her, and if she left now, he would never do so again. The elevator dinged, the doors opening slowly as he gave her a sharp-edged grin. He didn’t move, letting her make her decision.

She never turned around, but Vanessa was sure she could feel the smugness of his smile radiating at her back as she stepped through the doors, letting him follow her to the lobby.

* * *

“Are you going to come on my mouth, rabbit? I want you to rub that perfect pussy on my tongue until I can’t breathe. I want to hear you moan for me.”

Every word sent a ripple of fire through her; every filthy, reverent word he’d uttered all weekend, a non-stop commentary on how beautiful she was, how incredible she smelled, how hot she made him, how good she felt, and what he was going to do to her next. Vanessa realized she was possibly the only person at the firm who knew this side of him existed, and the knowledge itself was nearly as exhilarating as his words. She keened when his huge hands gripped her ass, encouraging her to ride his mouth the same way she’d ridden his cock the night before.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” she wheezed above him, jolting every time he sucked her clit, scoring his scalp with her nails. She hated that he was good at this, too, sucking, kissing, and licking with steady pressure until her control broke. She wondered if he knew she had fantasized about doing precisely that, riding his face until he was unconscious.

It had been so much like her fantasies — sinking her fingers into his dark hair and gripping tightly as her hips rolled, feeling the slide of his tongue and the bump of his nose — that when she came above him, it almost felt like a dream. She flooded against his mouth as he groaned, squeezing her ass and drinking her up. His face had been drenched when she’d finally fallen to the pillow beside him, and she was disappointed to realize she’d not even checked to see if he’d blacked out at any point. Next time. We ride him until he’s purple next time. 

What had begun as “fuck once and get it out of our systems” in that posh hotel room had necessitated him being in her system, and once he was there, her desire for him spread like an infection.

He couldn’t get enough of the way she smelled, he’d said. Accused her of short-circuiting something in his brain, driving him to distraction, doing it on purpose! And she’d felt vindicated for her own reaction to his heavy, black scent all those months. Vanessa congratulated herself for having never gone up to the executive suite to crawl beneath his desk and press her nose to his balls, for if her desk had been any closer to his office, she was certain Grayson would have not had the same restraint. The instant the hotel door had closed behind them, his mouth had lowered, sucking at her throat, digging his fingers into her thighs as he backed her up against the bed.

“You smell so fucking good. I’m going to devour you, rabbit.”

Prey. That was what he’d said, that she smelled like prey, something to be chased. Prey he was ready to devour. Vanessa sucked in a lungful of him, gripping a fistful of his shirt. She liked being chased, enjoyed having him on her tail . . . but the smell of his wolf and the promise of his cock were too great. It was time to be caught, but that didn’t mean she would present herself to him like a good little bitch. She’d scraped her nails over his erection again, pressing her palm to the shape of him, squeezing his cock.