Page 99 of Damaged Protector

The thought of being caught seemed to turn her on, and I cradled her clit between my lips before sucking hard. Over and over as she covered her mouth with one hand. It barely muffled the sounds of her orgasm, sultry cries that had my dick pounding behind my zipper.

I reached down and unbuckled my belt and pants, barely getting them pulled down before I was coming all over the floor on the underside of my desk. Fuck. I’d never come simply from eating pussy before.

Panting through my own climax, I kissed softly between Mallori’s legs as the last spurt left my dick.

When voices filtered down the hallway from the lobby, Mal sat up, her chest heaving as a huge, satisfied smile lit up her face. She was gorgeously rumpled and took my face between her small hands before kissing me full on the mouth.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely, like I had done that only for her. Maybe I should inform her that I’d liked the taste of her so much I’d come without even touching my damn dick.

She licked her lips, and her eyebrows lifted as she did it again, looking almost surprised. Had she never tasted herself before? Before I could think much about it, the sexy woman leaned forward and traced her tongue around my lips with a pleasured hum.

I stayed still as a statue while she licked at me, tasting what I had enjoyed a few short moments ago. Mal dipped her tongue inside my mouth once before straightening.

The crew was coming down the hallway now, and she swiveled her legs off my shoulders and swung them over the side of the desk.

“I need to go straighten myself up,” she whispered, nodding toward the washroom at the far side of my office. Something sparkled in her eyes, and I realized the thought of being found out excited her. Yeah, Mallori Fitz was more adventurous than I’d expected, and I looked forward to finding out exactly how far that streak went.

I got my shirt on, my dick tucked away, and my pants refastened when I remembered the pens all over the floor. Shit! After scrambling around on the floor to put them back in the cup, I’d barely stood when my office door opened and Cam strolled in, hands in his pants pockets, with Shark right behind him.

“Hey, where’s Mal?”

“She, uh, had to use the restroom,” I said, guilt flooding through my veins at the sight of my old friend. Despite the fact that Mallori and I were both adults, I knew there was no way Cam would approve of all the filthy things I wanted to do to the young woman he thought of as a sister.

Shark stalled and bent over, picking up a blue pen I’d obviously missed in my scramble to find them all. “Why is this on the floor?” he asked, holding it up.

I struggled to find a believable lie. “I was being a smartass, and Mallori threw it at me.” Flashing a grin that I hoped looked sincere, I added, “I ducked.”

He chuckled and tossed it on my desk. “Blaire’s always chucking shit at me. You and Mal act like siblings.”

I tried my best not to react to that. Oh sweet hell, Shark. If you only knew.

“You’ve got something on your pants,” Cam pointed out, gesturing toward the leg of my khakis.

Looking down, I saw a huge blob of my own jizz just above my knee. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Mayonnaise,” I told him, my voice almost a croak as I used a napkin to wipe it away.

Shark’s forehead wrinkled. “I thought I ordered you mustard. Did the deli get it wrong?”

Before I could formulate another lie, Mallori strolled out of the bathroom. “He ate mine.”

I practically choked on my own goddamn tongue.

“I really wanted to try that ham, so we went halfsies,” she went on, avoiding my eyes as she smiled sweetly at her cousin.

The little vixen.

We showed Cam and Shark the work we’d managed to get done over lunch, and they were satisfied with everything. “Looks good. Go ahead and get started on the assignments for day two of the convention,” Shark said on their way out the door.

Once they were gone, Mallori tugged on her skirt for about the fifth time in the past few minutes. “What’s wrong, Bee?” I asked, but I already knew. The answer was tucked into my front pocket.

“I need my panties,” she hissed. “I’m bare-butting it over here.”

Pulling the little blue scrap out, I dangled it in front of her. “This what you’re looking for?”

“Yes,” she said in relief, reaching for the panties, but I pulled them high and out of her reach.

“I don’t think so. You’ve been really fucking naughty, Little Bee, and naughty girls don’t get their panties back.”