A shiver of something much deeper than lust runs through me and tears prick my eyes. I drop my cheek to his chest and press my body against his to recover my breath. He continues his steady torment, stroking my throbbing clit while nudging the butt plug with his arm.
"Okay," I whisper. "Let's go."
Jackson's grin is one hundred percent wolf. He puts my clothing back in place and cradles my neck, tipping my head to the side to drag his mouth up the column of my neck in a slow, open-mouthed kiss. "I'll make it good for you, kitten. I promise."
I wrap his tie in my fist and tug his mouth down to mine. "You'd better."
~.~
Jackson
I straighten my tie and usher Kylie out of my office.
"Oh Mr. King?" My secretary, Vanessa, tries to get my attention.
"I'll be back in five," I say. Or twenty. Depends on how long it takes to get my beautiful mate off in a tight space.
I haven't officially acknowledged my relationship with Kylie at work, because it's none of their goddamn business, but Kylie pulls the alpha female with Vanessa every time she tries to overstep, so my secretary must know by now we're an item.
I should probably buy Kylie some kind of diamond ring to mark her in the human fashion as mine. Make sure no humans who can't smell my scent on her think she's fair game.
Kylie stiffens as the doors to the elevator swish open, but I place my hand on her lower back and guide her gently forward. As far as I know, she hasn't been in the elevator since the day she interviewed. She always takes the stairs.
I hit the "R" for rooftop. My office is on the top floor, but the elevator goes up one more level, and heading in that direction insures we'll be alone.
"What is R?" she asks. The elevator doors close and her swallow gives away her nerves.
"Rooftop." The elevator ascends. "You're okay, baby." I spin her around and press my body against the back of hers, pushing her up against the wall.
She's breathing quickly, but judging from her scent, it's more fear than arousal.
The elevator stops and the doors slide open, letting the Tucson sunlight stream into the compartment. I push my thumb over the "door open" button and hold it in. "There, baby. The doors are open. You can breathe fresh air. But you're still in the elevator. And I'm still going to nail you against this wall."
Her body melts against mine, breathing slows.
"That's it, kitten."
The elevator makes an angry beep to let me know I'm holding the button too long. I ignore it.
"Now, I need you to peel that skirt of yours up to your waist."
She removes her hands from the wall and tugs up the hem of her black skirt.
I use my free hand to yank her panties down in back. My own pants give me a bit more trouble opening one-handed.
Kylie rotates and slithers into a wide-kneed crouch at my feet, reaching to unbutton my trousers. It's quite possibly the hottest thing I've ever seen and I reach for her head, forgetting about the elevator button. The doors snick closed and I lunge to catch the button again, just before the elevator car starts to plunge back down.
Kylie's gold-flecked eyes are on me and her gaze doesn't waver as she releases my cock and licks around the head.
I curse, threading my fingers through her hair, urging her to take me into that sexy mouth of hers. I love when she turns the tables on me. I'm supposed to be the one seducing her, but I see the glory of power and control shining in her eyes, and there's nothing I'd do to change it.
"Fuck, Kylie. Take me deep."
She does. She slides her full lips down the length of my cock, tongue massaging the underside. Then she clamps down and sucks hard as she pulls back.
I shudder, my thighs tightening. I use my fist in her hair to pull her head off. "Up," I command, my voice so deep I hardly recognize it. "I need to be in you, baby." I help her up. Her panties are still up in front, so I say, "Lose the panties."
She does the stripper-perfect squat again to get them off and I nearly jizz all over her face. The minute she stands up, I tug her thigh up to my waist and line the head of my dick up to her slick entrance. One thrust is all it takes to sink into her wet heat.
I pin her back against the wall to get leverage and do my best to dial it back, which results in slow, hard thrusts that send her higher and higher on the wall.
She lifts the other leg up and wraps them both around my waist. I hook my forearm under her ass and pull her hips forward on the perfect angle to go deep.
Her mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes roll back in her head.
"Next time you need to come up to my office," I manage to say through gritted teeth, "you take the elevator." I slam in harder and harder, making her take every solid inch of me. "And you think about this, baby. Think about who fucked you in this elevator." I pump faster, with shorter strokes. "Remember that I'll never let anything bad happen to you again. Understand?"
"Y-yes, sir," she pants, then strangles on a scream.
The elevator buzzes again, a loud warning.
Still holding my beautiful mate, I stoop to snag her panties from the elevator floor and step out into the sunlight.
"Marry me." It's not a question, it's a demand.
Kylie's still in another world, her eyes glassy, lips swollen from my kiss. "I already have."
"I want you the human way, too. Mrs. Jackson King. Ring, marriage certificate, all that."
Her body is soft and relaxed against mine. She rests her head on my shoulder. "Yes," she whispers.
"Yes, what?"
She laughs the husky, throaty sound that drives me wild. "Yes, sir."