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“Perfect,” I groaned and nodded. I stood up and yanked her closer, driving harder into her. “Now, stop running.”
Elianna reared up, grabbing my shoulders, pissed at my accusation. She bounced even harder. We found a rhythm that had her digging her nails into my shoulders. I slipped a hand between us and thumbed her clit, her pussy rippling around my cock in response. Her head lulled back as I continued to circle the small bundle of nerves until she clenched so hard around me that she almost broke me in half. The tingle started at the base of my spine seconds before I spilled inside her, my cock pulsing.
We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breaths. That’s the way it was with us, only an excuse to forget the damn world, and that was it. A release for both of us, even when I thought about someone I had no business thinking of.
“You ruined my desk,” she breathed against my lips. And I definitely had.
“Not the first time.”
She panted and pulled back to look at me. “Do you want to come upstairs with me tonight?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Come on. I’m stressed, and I need more,” Elianna practically purred, running her hands down my arms and back. “I’ll do that thing you like.”
That got my attention, but not the way she wanted. “Stressed about what?”
She sighed, her beautiful eyes narrowing. “Yes or no, Cameron. It’s not like you have anyone waiting on you, anyway.”
I didn’t know if she meant that for her or me by her tone. I should tell her where she could shove her comment and leave her to clean up her office, but a part of me didn’t want to be alone tonight.
She caught my hesitation and smiled.
Sixty
Dianna
“Cameron and I have shared before.”
I glanced at Samkiel over my bare shoulder. “Shared? I thought Imogen was the only one in The Hand you had slept with.”
He tugged another shard of glass from my back, and I couldn’t keep from wincing. Holy gods, how many pieces did I have stuck in me?
“She is. Cameron and I have never been together, but I allowed my lovers to do whatever and whoever they wished.”
A small smile curved my lips. “Oh, so all the yelling downstairs was because you were jealous and not at all about my safety?”
“Perhaps both.” Samkiel’s hands stilled on my back.
“Both?”
“I do not wish him to get comfortable or have the wrong idea where you are concerned.”
“And what if he is what I want?” I asked, turning a bit to look at him.
Anger, jealousy, and another emotion I couldn’t read crossed his features, the silver pooling at the edge of his irises. The air crackled off my comment alone, just the thought enough to set him off.
“Do you?” His voice rumbled like thunder. So mortals didn’t make him jealous, but Otherworld men did.
A wicked smile crossed my face. “No, I don’t want Cameron. I mostly wanted to see if that vein still pops up on your forehead. It does, by the way.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re not funny.”
“I think I’m hilarious. Now calm down before you destroy my pretty castle. And besides, even the dead could see Cameron is in love with Xavier.”
Samkiel grunted in agreement. It seemed everyone knew except Cameron and Xavier. “Turn back around, Dianna.”
“Touchy, touchy.” I smirked but turned around, not wanting to push him further. He may still be irritated, but the room had stopped shaking, which was a plus.
