“Oh.” She sighed.
Graham nuzzled the back of her neck and nipped her shoulder. Her shudder made him smile. She leaned back into him, her ass pressed against his hard cock. “You’re amazing, Red,” he said as he warmed her up with his cloth-covered finger. He removed the plug and dragged the cloth over her lovely, pouting rosette.
She panted and moaned, her head thrown back. He rubbed his cock between her legs. “Feel how hard I am. I’m ready, pet. Are you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He bent her over, wrapped her hands around the post, and spread her legs farther apart. Standing behind her, he drank in the sight of her. “Do you know what I see?”
She shook her head.
“I see your wonderful ass, still red from my hands, and your pretty, pink pussy weeping for my cock.” He spread her cheeks. “And here, there’s this little treasure.” He dipped his finger inside, pleased when she gasped and eased back, taking his finger deeper.
Snagging the lube, he squeezed some on his finger, then on her, coating her, coaxing her to take more. He coated a new plug, one a bit larger in diameter but not as long. “Breathe, pet. Another plug.” He wanted her ass nice and relaxed when he entered. She was trusting him, and he wanted to make this as good for her as he could.
She was so responsive. He took it slow until the plug was seated. One hand reached around and found her swollen clit, the other played with the plug. She gripped the bedpost.
“Please,” she cried out.
Graham took his time, easing the plug partway out, then back in, giving her body ample time to get used to the larger diameter. He waited until she was panting hard, moaning harshly, her body eager and ready for the next step.
He grabbed his newest toy, a slick vibrator with snazzy bunny ears. He watched the long shaft disappear inside her slick pussy, then turned it on.
Lucy screamed. The vibrator took her from aching to desperate in the space of a heartbeat. “Oh, my god.”
“Like it, pet?”
The plug in her ass switched on, and she was a mass of pulsating need—ass, clit, and pussy, all on fire. Just before she lost it and came, he flipped off the toys. She crashed. And wailed.
Her Dom drove her to the edge over and over until she alternated between screaming and begging. “Can’t wait. Please, Sir. Now, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Wait for me, my impatient sub.” The plug slid out.
Lucy felt the squirt of more lube before his finger entered her rectum. Another finger joined the first. He scissored them, stretching her. She tensed when they eased out of her. A moment of panic took hold at the feel of his broad head probing her anus. His cock was huge. He was going to rip her apart.
“Breathe, pet. You’re in control. Push back, bear down, and breathe.” His arm wrapped around her, guiding her. “Count as though we were waltzing.”
Lucy let herself fall into the rhythm of his counting. One-two-three-four, push back, breathe deep, seven-eight. Again and again, feeling him inch in on five-six. A little burn, a twinge of pain, then he was in. She let out a low, sobbing gasp.
“You okay, baby?” His hands cupped her dangling breasts.
“I did it,” she whispered.
“You did. You’re so damn tight. I don’t think I’m going to last long.” He tipped her head back and to the side and kissed her.
His cock retreated partway. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but when he slid back in, there was no pain, just an incredible fullness and so much stimulation, she wasn’t sure she could handle it.
She clenched her butt muscles. Her wolf groaned, loud and long as she gripped him. Over and over, tighten, release, tighten. “Feels good,” she panted.
“Damn good.” He panted with her. “And now, for the grand finale.” He flipped the vibrator back on.
Lucy’s gasp of pleasure turned into a high squeal as the bunny ears teased her clit. She felt so full. Her wolf’s cock crammed into her ass, his toy in her pussy, and the vibrations on her clit tightened her entire being like a spring. Deep in her core, heat swirled, became a flaming ball of burning need that roared through her body, engulfing every coherent thought.
Then his cock moved, slow, in and out, in and out, fucking her ass. The bed tilted or was it the world?
“Oh, god!” She struggled to draw air into her burning lungs.
“What do you feel, pet?” His voice was low, harsh as he continued the leisurely pumping action.
“Full. Filled. I’m going to come.” Her voice rose to a scream.
“With me,” he ordered. “God, with me, Lucy!”
Their cries mingled, the sounds raw and primitive as they sprang together into a cloud of bliss.
Chapter Eight
Monday morning found Lucy at her desk, yawning. She was tired but well satisfied. She opened her purse, pulled out an envelope. Inside was a stack of bills. Five hundred dollars, a gift from her wolf. In keeping with tradition, the Doms often gave a gift to their subs to show their appreciation for the weekend. But it wasn’t the cash that made her go gooey inside. It was an appointment card for one of their favorite, exclusive clubs.
The Wolf wanted to see her in two days. She sighed. Would he reveal his identity? She wanted so much to get to know him, all of him. What was he afraid of? Was he disfigured? Did he really think she’d care?
She closed her eyes and thought back to that last morning, the gentle loving in bed, a breakfast of Danishes, coffee, OJ, and fruit on their patio, then a long, leisurely kiss before he walked her, hand in hand, to the front of the mansion where a limo awaited to take her home.
The phone rang, startling her out of her daydreams. She took a message and hung up just as Bryce walked in and headed straight for his office. He spun around. Lucy narrowed her eyes. She was not happy with her boss.
“Did you tell her I’d be in today?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.” Her voice was stiff and prim.
“Quit the formality, Lucy.”
Lucy slumped back in her chair. “I feel guilty, Bryce. She’s my friend. You’re my friend. What the hell got into you? Fifty grand? You made her feel like a whore. This would have thrilled her.” She waved her five bills. “A note inviting her to the club would have pleased her.”
“Yeah, but that wouldn’t have pissed her off.”
“You did that on purpose,” she said. Sneaky Toad. Jaimie had that one right.
He sighed, ran his hands through his hair, and dropped into the chair beside Lucy’s desk. “Yeah, I did. I blew it, okay?”
Lucy tilted her head to one side. “You fell for her, didn’t you?” Her boss looked miserable.
Bryce jumped up and paced. “I didn’t think I’d love anyone again after I lost Annie.”
Lucy grinned. Her boss had fallen hard. “Maybe I’m not quite so mad now.”
He rolled his eyes. “Better hold that judgment until I tell you about the special project I’ve assigned you. Going to require some overtime. You up for it?”
Lucy nodded. “Sure.”
Bryce set his briefcase on her desk and pulled out a large manila envelope. “Everything you need is in here. I’ll be in my office. Hold all calls.”
Lucy answered the ringing phone, took a message, turned on her computer, put on a pot of coffee, and was about to see what her new project entailed when Jaimie burst into her office.
She glared at Lucy, waved the damning check in the air. “I’m going to see him. Don’t even try to stop me.”
Lucy lifted a brow. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” She snagged Jaimie by the arm. “I’m sorry, Jaimie. I truly am.”
Jaimie sighed. “I don’t blame you, but that sneaky toad has some explaining to do.” Without waiting for Lucy to announce her presence, Jaimie stalked to the door, shoved it open, and slammed it behind her.
Lucy leaned back in her chair, her coffee cup in her hands, and hoped they worked it out. It pleased her that Bryce had fallen in love with Jaimie.
“You’re looking
pleased.”
That voice! That geeky voice. Lucy turned her head to see Graham Winters standing in the doorway. For a moment, she saw the tall lean body of her wolf and only now realized they were of similar build and coloring. She smirked. And that’s where the similarities ended.
“Busy, Graham. Go play with your geeky friends down in the basement.”
Graham sauntered into Lucy’s office, sat on the corner of her desk, and looked his fill. After three exquisite days with her, last night had been long and lonely. She looked a bit tired. Maybe she was worried about Jaimie. The woman who’d been set up as an embezzler had ridden the elevator up with him, and her cloak of mad had smothered him. “Not a good weekend? Figured you’d come back rested and pleasant.”
She swatted him with her envelope. “Ass off. If you’re here for Bryce, you’ll have to wait. He’s not to be disturbed.”
“Yeah. He’s with Jaimie.”
Lucy lowered her brows. “How do you know?”
He shrugged. “Saw her on the elevator. Woman looked royally pissed. Guess she didn’t have a good weekend. Gotta say, mine was fantastic.”
“Good for you. Now begone.” She flicked her fingers. “I’ve got work to do.”
Grinning, Graham leaned over and tapped the envelope. “I suggest you open this. We need to talk about it.”
Frowning, she opened it and drew out a thick sheaf of documents. As she read the cover sheet, her brows rose in disbelief, then lowered into deeper, more displeased frown. His sub was not going to be pleased. He mentally rubbed his hands.
“Any questions?”
She glared at him. “Plenty. Like how did you manage this?”
He shrugged. “Bryce needs people he can trust. After what happened, his trust factor is a bit dented and thin.” He stood. “Gather what you need, Luc. You’re moving to my domain for a week or two.”
Lucy’s jaw fell. “No way. Someone has to be here. I can do my work from here.”
“Nope. Secure computers. No network.” He thumbed to the second page of her paperwork and pointed. “You are mine, Lucy.”
A shiver skated down Lucy’s spine. Graham’s voice had dropped a hair, and for a split second, he reminded her of her wolf. Her panties had even gone damp at the tone. She blinked. No wolf. Just a geek, and one who looked downright pleased that she had to go with him to the basement.
Now, if he told her he was taking her to the dungeon? Yeah, right. Graham probably had no idea what went on in the sexually liberated world. She’d bet the five bills in her purse he was as vanilla as they came.
She put thoughts of The Wolf from her mind and scanned the paperwork. Graham was right. She had to work with him in the geek basement. The scope of the project was both exciting and challenging. It was her job, and the geek’s, to make major security changes to the system and prevent another embezzling scheme.
If only she didn’t have to work with Graham. She sighed. No matter what she thought of geeks, he was geek god when it came to computers, and her boss trusted them both. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
Emily Aikens stood in the doorway. “I’m supposed to take your place while you’re working on another project?”
Lucy stood, gathered her purse, the paperwork, and a handful of files from the cabinet that lined the wall between her office and Bryce’s. She tipped her head to one side, heard muffled cries, and grinned as she turned back to Emily. “Bryce is unavailable. No phone calls, no visitors. Do not interrupt him, no matter what. I’ll write up a list of things that need doing and email it. Oh, there’s—”
“Emily can figure it out, Luc. Bryce wouldn’t have given her the assignment if she wasn’t capable of filling your shoes temporarily.” He grabbed the pile of files and, with an arm hooked around her shoulders, ushered her out the door.
Lucy was a bit flustered, and not just because of the sudden job relocation. Graham’s arm around her shoulders did funny things to her lower belly, as did the warmth and strength encompassing her.
He leaned down. “You looked like the cat who ate the canary when you were gathering those files. I take it Jaimie has found her prince?”
Lucy, trying not to think about his face so close to hers, made mental notes of what Emily needed to know.
“None of your business.” She entered the elevator and frowned when he punched the lobby button. “That’s not the basement.”
Leaning against the reflective walls, Graham smiled every bit as wolfish as her wolf. To her shock, her nipples puckered, and deep in her core, a slow tingle began.
“We’re not working here. We’ll be based at my home for this project.”
****
Lucy’s first glance at Graham’s house reminded her of how Jaimie reacted to Bryce’s mansion. Her jaw dropped, and awe filled her. It wasn’t quite as large as a mansion, but it was one hell of a house in the hills above the bay. For some reason, she’d assumed he’d have a typical single man’s apartment.
She’d known he was rich, but this exceeded her expectations. Inside, she received another surprise. No mismatched furniture and bare walls with clutter strewn around. His furniture was high quality, gleaming wood. Many were antiques. Pictures and art graced the walls. Several sculptures sat on smooth, shiny surfaces. “Wow. Not my idea of a geeky pad.”
He lifted a brow. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Luc.”
Lucy rolled her eyes. “I know enough. Let’s get to work.” She didn’t plan to spend any more time than necessary with the geek, even if he lived in the lap of luxury.
She followed him into an office. No clutter, no racks and tables of bare bone computer innards, hardware, and cables. Graham’s office consisted of two large desks in dark wood with matching bookcases, credenza, and hutches with glass doors. The room was larger than the living area of her apartment.
“This is yours.” He pointed to a U-shaped desk that looked new and faced his. “There’s a bathroom through those doors and a kitchenette in there with a small fridge, microwave, and coffee pot.”
Lucy peeked into both rooms. His office was almost as large as her apartment. She studied her desk. “You didn’t have to get another desk. A table would have been good enough.”
She sat in the leather chair and sighed as she noted she had everything to work here and be comfortable. Yeah, a table would have sufficed, but this was heaven on earth, better than her office at work. Okay, working from his home wouldn’t be drudgery.
“Wanted you to be comfortable. Besides, when I marry, my wife can share the office.”
The thought of Graham getting married and another woman sitting in her chair, at her desk, made her frown.
Graham planted his ass on the corner of her desk and grinned. “Let’s get to work.”
****
Hours later, Graham stretched his arms over his head. “You managing?”
Lucy nodded. Bryce had given them one hell of an assignment. Part of her task was to come up with stronger security measures like background checks, and that involved lots of legalese. “Yes.” Her stomach growled, and she realized she’d skipped breakfast.
Standing, he grinned. “Me, too. Starved. Let’s eat.”
She saved her work and followed him to the kitchen, peeking into rooms as they passed. She stopped in the doorway of a large room. A baby grand dominated one side. “Who plays?”
He glanced over his shoulder. “I do.” He shoved open a pocket door and pointed to the cozy, corner nook. “Have a seat.”
Sitting, Lucy stretched her arms overhead, then sat back to allow the warm sun to soak into her. She glanced out the windows. The small patio nearly reminded her of the one at Bryce’s mansion. Instead of being overgrown with flowers, planters and pots were arranged carefully along the edges. Steps led down to a wide expanse of grass.
“You have a beautiful place, Graham.” Woods surrounded the grassy meadow.
“Want to take a walk after we eat?” He set a basket of rolls and a platter of fruit and che
ese in the center of the table, handed her a plate, fork, and linen napkin.
Spearing some juicy melon and fat, red grapes, she nodded. “I’d love to see your grounds.” She sighed wistfully. “Growing up, we used to go camping every summer. Lake Shasta or Pine Crest mostly.”
“How about Big Basin? All those redwoods?”
Grinning as she popped a grape into her mouth, she held up a finger, chewed, and swallowed. “Love the redwoods. But my absolute favorite place to go is Yosemite.”
“Hiking or rock climbing?” He made a show of sucking a grape into his mouth, his eyes twinkling.
She rolled her eyes and bit into a freshly baked roll. “Hiking. Won’t catch me clinging to some rock high off the ground. Nope. That’s crazy.”
“Agreed. What’s your favorite trail there? Mine’s the Mist Trail.” He leaned back, stretched his long legs out, brushing against hers beneath the table.
“Ah, Vernal and Nevada Falls. Those are great. Too many people though. I like the Snow Creek Trail. Not so crowded.” She laughed when he sat straight.
“That’s not one of the easy trails. What is it, five miles?” He stood and cleared their plates.
“Seven point two with an elevation gain of twenty-seven feet.” She rose to help with the clearing up, then went out onto the patio with him.
“So what kind of music do you play?” She honestly had no idea what to expect. The fact that he even played the piano was a surprise. Most geeks only played with their joysticks, controllers, or keyboards. They strolled along a path with a meadow on one side and trees on the other. Definitely reminded Lucy of her weekend with her wolf.
“A bit of everything. I guess I like New Age piano the best.” He grinned and sent her a strange look. “Even been known to play a waltz or two.”
“Hmm, I love to waltz.” She hummed and danced along the path. “Don’t suppose you dance?”
“Sure.” Graham gyrated his hips and flapped his arms and shuffled his feet.
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