Kyrie does her best to disguise her moan. “Mmm-hmm. Yes, well, Dr. Sorensen is a very solitary creature. Brilliant, absolutely. But not big on socializing.”

“That’s a true shame,” the woman replies. “He’s so charming when you’re able to catch him for a chat.”

“Mmm,” Kyrie intones, chest rising as she reaches for a stable breath.

Dipping into her wet pussy, I taste her, fucking her cunt with my tongue. My cock strains against the teeth of my zipper, and I have never wanted her more.

She expels a lengthy breath, fingers raking my scalp as she strives to control the tremor racing through her body. In an effort to slow my greedy tongue, she again stabs her heel into my leg.

I back off only long enough to slip her heels off and toss them under the desk. Then I clamp my hands around her ankles and yank her ass closer to me on the chair.

Her yelp startles Mrs. Vanden, and I bury my laugh against Kyrie’s pussy, lapping the sweet juices with greedy, hedonistic pleasure.

“Oh my…” She arches her back, raising one arm in an awkward stretch that makes me smile against her. “I mean. Of course, you’re right. What a great idea, Mrs. Vanden. I’ll make sure to pass along your suggestion to Dr. Cannon.” She yanks on my hair. “However, I really do apologize, but I’m going to have to follow up with you later on this. I’m apparently having connection issues.”

“Oh… All right. Please say hello to Dr. Cannon—”

Kyrie ends the video call. “Jesus, Jack. Are you still trying to get me fired?”

I halt abruptly at her accusation, feeling the smallest twinge of uncertainty. It passes just as quickly, and I take her ass in both hands and haul her forward to the edge of the chair.

“Get your goddamn sweet ass down here and ride my fucking face, lille mejer.” I band my forearm around her waist and pull her off the chair, bringing her down to the floor with me.

I muffle her squeal with my hand, then shift her so that her thighs straddle either side of my head. “Grind that perfect pussy on my tongue.”

She anchors her hands to the edge of the desk for leverage as I bring her down on my mouth. “What does that mean?” she asks, breathless.

I smile against her. “I think you’re clever enough to deduce what grinding your pussy means, Dr. Roth—”

“Jack…” She pulls my hair.

I release a groan, my gaze latching on to hers as she looks down at me. “Little reaper,” I say, then thrust her hips forward, burying my tongue deep inside her.

Her hips rock in sexy little undulations that sets my blood aflame, and I nip at her clit before swirling my tongue and then sucking the nub into my mouth, loving her breathy moans she can’t hold back.

Her thighs tremble as I reach up and cup her breast, finding the peaked bud of her nipple beneath her silky blouse. Then I fasten my other hand to her hip and force her down on my mouth harder, sneaking my fingers into the tight pocket of her skirt as she quakes with her silent, impending release.

Riding me harder, her orgasm taking hold, she belts out my name, and I let her bite into the web of my hand as she shatters against me. I push my tongue inside deep, greedily exploring the pulsing, swollen flesh of her channel as she grinds through the climax.

As she comes down, her chest rising and falling in seductive inhalations, her thighs quivering to hold her lax body, I grasp her waist and rise up, catching her back against my thighs.

She yelps, then situates herself on my torso. “Thanks for the warning.”

With a dark smirk, I reach over and collect her shoes. I slip the pumps back onto her feet.

“Can I have my panties, too?” she asks, grabbing hold of the edge of the desk to pull herself up to stand. She drags her skirt down around her knees. “Or am I just supposed to walk around panty-less all day, Dr. Sorensen?”

I rise to my feet to stand over her, clasping the nape of her neck and tilting her face up to mine. “Yes. I want you aware of your naked pussy all day, thinking about me tasting you, and how I’m going to fuck you senseless later tonight.”

I kiss her then, long and sensual, already starved at the taste of her mouth mingling with the taste of her pussy, so delectable.

When I break away, I hold her gaze and whisper, “I’m keeping these.” I hold up her torn panties before I sink them back into my pocket.

“How very stalker of you,” she snarks.

I wipe my hand down my mouth to conceal my smile, then shrug on my jacket before I head to the door.

“Tonight?” she questions, a hint of hesitancy detected beneath her bright tone.

I pause at the door. “You know where I live.”

She cocks her head in a mocking manner. “Of course.”

“How very stalker of you, Dr. Roth.” I wink. “Be at my place at five.”

A flash of something unsure registers on her face before she masks it with a pretty smile, then she nods. I watch while she runs her palms over her skirt to smooth it further, her hand stopping at her empty pocket.

I flick the lighter lid open and then shut. Snap. Flick. Snap. Flick. “Oh and, Dr. Roth, you’ll be participating in the STEM initiative. The one I am in fact a chair on. You’re my spotlight professor.”

One of her eyebrows wings up. “This is all very out of character for the great Dr. Jack Sorensen. Should I be concerned?”

I snap my Zippo closed, pocket the lighter. With Sebastian’s body taken care of, Agent Hayes soon to be far away from her, and my decision finalized where this relentless woman fits into my life—perhaps I do feel a measure of relief.

Licking my lips to taste her once more, I say, “Maybe your annoying positivity is rubbing off on me. Make sure to come tonight prepared to hand over Thunderdome. Emphasis on come.”

Then I remove my phone from my pocket and pull up the audio file of Kyrie. Turning the phone where she can see the screen, I delete the file.

Her gaze traps mine, a question banked in the glistening pale-blue. This very moment, with Kyrie too stunned to speak, I resolve to dispose of Mason’s femur. I know my nature, what I’m capable of—and I don’t want anything in my possession that can ever be held over her.

I leave her standing in the center of the room, satisfied and flushed, maybe even flustered, as I exit her office.

On my way back to mine, Hugh walks past me in the hall. “Get it all settled with Dr. Roth?” he asks.

I nod curtly in confirmation. “I took care of her.”

“Excellent work, Jack.”

A smirk twists my mouth.

With the taste of Kyrie still lingering enticingly on my tongue, I unbutton my blazer and seat myself at my desk to wake the laptop screen. A few days ago, I hired a private investigator to do some digging into Agent Hayes. Unsure of what she’d find, I couldn’t stop the obsessive thought that something about the fed seemed off. Especially when it came to his interest in Kyrie.

The email at the top of my inbox confirms that suspicion and more, dousing my short-lived relief in the light. Creatures designed like us were not meant to bask in it for long. Where we lurk, the darkness always finds us.

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KYRIE

I’ve stood on this street many times before. I’ve watched from its shadows. I’ve driven slowly down the wide, tree-lined road. I’ve seen it in every season, in every color, in the afternoon light and in the dark of night.

But I’ve never dared to walk up to the front door of Jack Sorensen’s house.

I stand unmoving on the sidewalk, the cool autumn breeze flushing my cheeks and lifting my hair from my shoulders. Maybe Jack can see me already. He could be watching as I try to convince myself to call a second Uber and return home. That’s what I should do.