“When it’s mixed with how you taste, yes. I like it very much.” He licked me one last time and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Get dressed. We both have work to do.” He began to button his shirt.
It wasn’t difficult to put myself back together since he’d never really undressed me. By the time his tie was back in place around his throat, I looked perfectly in order. He cleared his throat, smirked, and unlocked the door. As he opened it, he pretended to be deeply involved in a conversation about work. “I’m going to need that report written up before lunchtime, Dahlia. My client is waiting on it, and I won’t be made a fool of. Can you handle all we discussed?”
“Yes, Mr. Sullivan.” I nodded, writing in the small notepad I snagged off his desk. “It won’t be a problem.”
“Good. Bring it to me when you’re finished.”
We parted ways; him into a boardroom as if he hadn’t just been slurping cum out of me, and I went to my desk, powered up my laptop, and crossed my legs feeling the delicious pain at the apex of my thighs.
“Ms. Brooks?” CeeCee came over the paging system. “There’s a man here asking for you.”
Who in the Hell? I wasn’t expecting anyone. I pressed the button on the ancient-looking corded phone and responded. “Who is it?”
Ceecee didn’t respond quickly. “He says his name’s Sterling.”
“And what is Sterling's business with me?” I asked.
“He says it’s personal.”
What the fuck. “I’ll be right out.”
The man standing beside CeeCee's desk was none other than the one who was outside of my apartment complex that morning. His V-neck shirt was tight across his muscled chest, leaving nothing to the imagination about what was under it. He was tall, towering over the receptionist who was out of her chair and smiling at him, but his eyes were on me. His lips pulled back in a half grin, and that wave of need I’d felt earlier in the day took over my body. My knees grew weak, my limbs numb. CeeCee looked back and forth between us and frowned. There was no doubt she’d been working on him before I arrived, trying to get him to show her any kind of interest. It wouldn’t have been successful, for this man was an Incubus, and he had his sights set on me.
My stomach dropped. So that was why my body reacted the way it did when I first saw him. That explained my loss of control now. This man was destined to be my mate. Well, fuck that.
I smiled sweetly, showing just enough teeth to look sincere. “CeeCee said your name is Sterling?” I started to hold my hand out to him, a human gesture I’d grown accustomed to working in the law office, but pulled back before I followed through. If he was who I thought he was, the less contact I had with him the better. “May I ask why you’ve come to see me? If you’re looking for an attorney, I can give you some references, but I’m just a legal secretary.”
Sterling laughed, a low grumble that started in his chest and passed his lips a moment later. My panties were instantly soaked from the sound, and not because I’d just fucked my boss.
“May we speak in private, Ms. Brooks?”
CeeCee’s brows furrowed. She was now absolutely certain she had no chance with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy. “The main conference room is empty,” she said, “if you want to talk to him.”
I didn’t want to talk to him. In fact, I could think of nothing better to do than dissolve into a puddle and avoid the whole situation. Sterling watched me with intent eyes as I swallowed hard and desperately tried to come up with an excuse to turn him down. “I have case files I have to complete before lunch. Perhaps you could schedule a more convenient time?”
“No,” he said in a flat tone. “Now. This can’t wait. I’m sure you understand.”
“What’s this about?” I crossed my arms over my chest, conscious that it pressed my breasts high, amplifying my already abundant cleavage. Sterling instantly blushed, looked away to regain his composure, then met my eyes. “Like I said. It’s private.”
He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, and I didn’t need a scene. This place had only been my home for around five years, and I wouldn’t have to move on for some time. I couldn’t take the risk that something could slip and reveal my true nature. The chances were slim that any of the humans present would believe I was anything but mortal, but worst case scenario, they would think I was crazy. That wasn’t a good look.
“Fine,” I relented. “But you’ll have to make it fast. I am very busy.”
My skin was on fire on the way to the conference room. He followed only a short distance behind me, and I could feel his eyes roaming my body. He could have been physically touching me for the sensation I experienced. I pulled him inside roughly and closed the door, bracing my body against the slab.
“I know what you are.”
“Well, that’s a relief. At least I won’t have to explain the birds and the bees to you.” Sterling moved closer, his hands clenching and unclenching as if he were struggling to control himself.
The heat rose a few degrees as he tilted his face down close to mine. Out of control of myself, I closed my eyes and anticipated the kiss I yearned for but did not want. He stopped short. When I opened my eyes, his green ones stared back at me with abandon. “I don’t want this,” I said.
“I know,” he said softly. “While your pheromones are telling me you’re mine and no one else’s, I can sense your hesitation. I must say, I’m surprised to find a bond between us. I wasn’t expecting it, and I didn’t come here to force it on you.”
“What did you come here for then?” I asked breathlessly.
He stepped away, and I could breathe again with the distance.
“Last month, you fed on a man named Kasen Stone. After you left him in his motel room, someone else entered and slit his throat.” Sterling paused, watching for my reaction. I'd heard a man was killed at that motel, but I hadn’t put two and two together that it was my victim who was dead. “A week before that, you fed from a man named Zach Ward in his penthouse suite. We found his body today after his housekeeper let herself in and found his decomposing body on his bed.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I spouted. “You’re telling me some psychopath is killing the men I feed from?”
“That’s how it looks, yes.”