Page 23 of Patrick’s Seduction

When the spasms subsided, Fallon rested her head in the crook of his neck, sighing contentedly. His finger was still inside her, and he gently moved it in and out.

“Oh.” Fallon blew a breath against his neck.

“You feel amazing, baby,” he murmured into her ear. “Your pussy is so soft.”

“Mmm.” She dropped one hand to his pants, trying to open his fly.

“Not yet,” he said. “I’m not done with pleasuring you.”

She lifted her head to look at him. “But you just made me…”

He smiled at her hesitation. “…climax? Yes.” He locked eyes with her, while he moved his finger in her pussy in and out. “But I’m not done… see?” In a steady rhythm, he pumped in and out of her. When she relaxed in his arms, he added a second finger and slowly drove into her with both.

“Patrick! Oh…”

“See? I told you I wasn’t done yet.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “I think I can make you come once more. Don’t you?”

The shrill sound of the doorbell nearly pierced his eardrum, and they both jolted. His fingers slipped from her pussy, as she stared at the door in horror.

“Oh my God! Is it Cameron?”

She jumped off his lap, her entire body visibly tensing. As she snatched her T-shirt from the floor, Patrick put his hand on her forearm.

“It’s probably Lydia,” Patrick said, quickly glancing at his watch.

“Lydia?”

“My colleague.” He’d texted her earlier to ask her to come to Fallon’s flat. He walked to the door and pressed the intercom. “Who is it?”

“It’s Lydia.”

“Come on up.”

When he walked back into the living room, Fallon was already fully dressed again. Her red cheeks were the only sign that she’d been in the throes of passion only moments earlier.

“Your shirt.”

She pointed to him, and he realized that it was open. He began buttoning it.

“What is your colleague doing here?”

“She’s going to protect you while I go back to the office to investigate Cameron.”

For a moment, he thought she would protest, but then she nodded. “Okay.”

There was a knock at the door. Patrick took Fallon’s hand and looked into her eyes. “And what just happened…” He sighed. “I would like us to continue that… if that’s what you want too.”

“Patrick, open up already!” The voice came from Lydia on the other side of the door.

He walked to it to let her enter, aware that Fallon hadn’t given him an answer yet. Maybe it was best to give her time to think things over. After all, he’d totally steamrolled her. And what was worse was that he didn’t even feel guilty about it. Because he’d never felt anything so pure as giving Fallon pleasure while holding back his own need for release. In a few hours, whatever decision she would come to wouldn’t be tainted by the effect of his blood.

13

Patrick walked into the command center, where Sebastian, the twenty-eight-year-old half-Asian son of Oliver and his blood-bonded mate Ursula, was on duty. But he wasn’t alone. Thomas was already waiting, as were Buffy, Benjamin, and Nicholas.

“Sorry for the delay. My new client was attacked last night,” he explained, even though he owed nobody an explanation. But he didn’t want anybody to think that he was slacking off.

“Anything you need help with?” Sebastian asked. “Not that we have a lot of staff that’s not already on other assignments.”