Blood moon

Chapter 38. I know the paradise II

It was like surfacing after a perfectly executed trampoline jump. It was unlike anything else she had ever experienced, except Hunter. Her cheeks flushed thinking about how she never imagined finding herself having two lovers of their kind, they were so different and yet so alike, she was afraid of what that might imply, and a deep sense of guilt came over her for finding herself between the two.

She shook off that feeling of guilt, because she had no time for such thoughts. There was a glow in her body, a certain satisfaction as she emerged from the hazy world of pleasure she found herself in, as her senses normalized she noticed long male fingers moving under the bridge of her nose, past her cheek and down to her chin.

There was enough natural light coming from the glass doors of the office that she could make out in the gloom the man lying on his knees in front of her, Harley Halland was more than she could handle and how glad she was to have him to herself, she never thought such fantasies about female workers and their bosses were even possible.

He was totally focused on exploring her face, the contours of her breasts and the curves of her body. His eyes were closed, he had a look of satisfaction on his face, he seemed more than pleased by what just happened between the two of them, loving that smug smile that was forming on his mouth.

Good lord, he was huge. And massive now that she could appreciate the details.

His forearms were almost the size of her thighs. His abdomen was highlighted by muscles that were spectacularly bulging. Her legs, thick and muscular. And her s*x was as large and magnificent as the rest of her body. The first time he had approached her naked and had a chance to touch it, she had been impressed. He had not a trace of hair on his torso or his arms or

legs. Just smooth skin on top of steely muscles....

The images of what had happened between them were somewhat vivid to her. Her fingertips circled over his chin and up to his lips. He stroked her lower lip with his thumb.

—You are beautifull— whispered. Her slight accent made him shuffle his r's, almost as if he were purring.

Well, that's reasonable, she thought. When he touched her, she felt beautiful. His mouth came to rest on hers, but he wasn't looking for anything. The kiss was not a request, but a gesture of appreciation. Andrea felt that every gesture the man made was more than she could bear, having him like this, made her desire increase, as soon as the scent of desire hit the werewolf, he felt his heart go into extreme mode again.

—No, think about it.

—What?

—Do it again, I'm dying to do it until neither of us can walk for a while, but the office is filling up now and if we keep making noise we'll be found out— the woman's cheeks turned bright crimson, she'd forgotten where they were.

—I'm sorry.

He brushed his lips against hers.

—You have nothing to be sorry for, I'm the one who should apologize- he rested his forehead on her thigh— Not really, I'm not sorry for what happened, I love it and I want to repeat it, but we have work to do.

—You're right, I should leave now...— Andrea's voice betrayed her at that moment.

—And if we better... get ready and finish this in a more private place— the ideas started to nestle in both of their heads, the desire was still in their blood. Somewhere in the room, a cell phone rang. The ringing did not correspond to his, Andrea thought.

He moved so quickly that she gasped. One moment he was at her side, and the next he was next to her pants, answering without looking at the caller ID....

—Yes? — The voice that had earlier told him she was beautiful was gone. Now he was growling, he even felt sorry for whoever was on the other end of the line, because he seemed to want to murder him for interrupting his moment.

Andrea began to rearrange her clothes, trying to get the wrinkles out of her garments.

He hung up the phone, put it back in her pocket and picked up her pants. That attempt to dress him brought her back to reality a little. As she was pulling up her pants, she had a magnificent view of her ass.

of her ass.

Harley went to the desk to pick up his glasses and shirt, he had to hurry if he wanted to try to act normal, he couldn't think of a good excuse so people wouldn't think badly of the two of them leaving the office with their clothes a little wrinkled. Part of him, though, cared very little.

—I have to go. I may not be able to get back as quickly as I want to, but I'll try.

She didn't want him to leave. She liked the feel of his body taking up so much space. She reached out her hands toward him, but withdrew them. She didn't want to look needy.

—No, touch me— Harley asked her, liking the way she cared about having contact with him, bending down, pleasurably exposing his body to her. She held the collar of his shirt, luring him in for a wild kiss to show him how much affection she felt for him at that moment.

—Don't be long in coming back— she told him on impulse.

The werewolf let loose a smug smile appeared on his mouth. This is just what he always dreamed of, to have such a woman in his life, he refused to lose her now that she had been his, he was very sorry for what happened with Hunter, but Andrea Smith would be his woman one day and when he took over the leadership of the pack, there would be nothing to stop him in life.

—I won't do it— he answered her, lowered his head giving her one last kiss —I will come to kidnap you and this time, I will put you on this desk, I want to savor your taste better, today I didn't have enough time— he whispered in her ear, causing her to change colors.

—Don't say such things— Andrea tried to reprimand him.

—Stay in the office for the rest of the day, I'll tell them you're sorting out the files to catch up— the woman never thought that was possible, she loved those little things he could do, the gestures and how much he cared for her now.

As soon as she stepped outside the walls of that room, Harley felt her life make sense, as if everything was finally coming together.