Cygny's Six

“What?”

“Maggie Q?” She tried to give him an elbow to his gut, but he managed to deflect the blow and had to wrap his arms around her to keep her from trying again.

Laughing, he asked her, “Why are you trying to elbow me in the balls?”

“In the…” She turned her head and nailed him with a look. “I wasn’t going for your balls! I was trying to get you in the gut! Not that you have one but come on! Maggie Q?”

He had to admit he was clueless.

She laughed in response. “Of course you are! You don’t remember. Let me remind you.” Rolling her eyes, she sighed to great dramatic effect. “Remember, you brought home a COSMO that someone had left at the library?”

He frowned and searched his memory.

“Oh,” he smiled when the memory came flooding back, “the library down the street! The ‘Take It’ table.”

“See?” She shook her head. “You brought the COSMO back and you thought it would be ‘fun,’” she put a large emphasis on the word, “to go through one of those quiz things.”

“Yeah.” He groaned a little under his breath. “And the question was who we’d want our ‘Hall Pass’ to be.”

“And you,” she tugged on her hand, trying to poke him with her finger, “said you’d want Maggie Q.”

He managed to shrug even as she continued to try to pull away from him. “Can you blame me?”

She laughed. “No. Not really. It was just that you had the answer ready to blurt out.”

Leo pulled her closer and nuzzled the side of her neck. “Did you have your answer ready to go?”

“You know I didn’t. I-”

He mumbled against her neck. “What?”

“I… uh…”

Leo closed his mouth around her pulse and sucked, hard.

Cygny squirmed on his lap and panted as he licked and sucked down along the column of her throat.

When he reached the shoulder strap of her tank, he pulled back and looked into her face. “Cyg? Cygny?”

She had to blink at him a few times before she looked like she’d regained her focus on him. “Hmm?”

Leo saw the way her breasts were high and swollen, her nipples hard and tight under the thin cotton fabric.

“Are you done with your work?”

She stared into his eyes, a dreamy look on her face. “Hmm?”

“I need an answer.” He shook his head. “Are you done with your work?”

Cygny turned to look at the computer and grinned, bobbing her head. “Yep. I sent the new address to Landry. He’ll have it on his phone by now.”

“So,” Leo gave her a hopeful grin, “are you expecting a call from him?”

“A call?” She shook her head. “No. He’ll send me a text later after they go to the house. He’ll let me know if they have the skip in their custody or if not, what they found.”

“And how long might that take?” He knew his tone was a little too light for the topic at hand, but he knew exactly when she caught on.

“Oh! Well, given their location-”

Leo loosened his hold as she put her feet on the ground and reached for her desk. Pulling out the keyboard drawer, she typed a few commands into a program and then put the computer to sleep.

When she tried to push back and onto his lap, she found herself stuck.

Cygny tried to push herself off the desk again, but he kept her where she was, hands flat on her desk.

“Leo?”

He grinned and knew she could see him in the reflection on the darkened screen.

She dropped her head down and shook her head. The pencil fell out of her bun and onto the chair seat beneath her. Her bun unspooled and her hair spilled down over her head.

Leaning forward, he bit into the flesh of her butt, through her panties.

“Hey,” her protest was weak and breathy. “Careful.”

“Careful?” He used his fingers to push the fabric between her cheeks and bathed the bite with his tongue. “I think you’re the one who should be careful,” he chuckled and placed another bite on the bottom curve of her butt. “I might just leave a mark for fun.”

Cygny groaned, but she didn’t try to move away or break his hold on her. “Well, it’s not like anyone’s going to see it.”

“Except… for me.”