CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The overseas manager says something, and I have to ask him to repeat it.

Again.

It's after five, and I shouldn't be at the office anymore—I should be with my family.

My mate and Jake.

"Mr. Baker, can we postpone this call until tomorrow?"

The man sputters a bit at my rude abruptness, but being a Boggart means I can get away with it.

Humans assume I'll act a certain way just because of who I am.

Occasionally, I take advantage of their short-sighted and petty outlook.

I hang up before the man can reply and pull out my phone to call Wyn.

To my surprise—and delight—I have a text from her.

Meet me in the conference room.

My pulse skyrockets as I bound out of my chair, knocking it against the wall in my haste.

Everyone is gone and the floor is silent as I all but run past the empty cubicles.

I slam into the conference room, chest heaving, to find Wyn sitting at the furthest end of the table, a wicked smirk tilting her lips.

"What…what are you doing here?"

It takes several attempts to get the words out since Wyn distracts me by playing with the collar of her blouse.

Half the buttons are undone on it, making her modest shirt the picture of indecency.

"I wanted to talk to you about some marketing ideas I had for the upcoming campaign."

She punctuates her words by popping the remaining buttons free until her blouse gapes open, revealing the dark red lace of her bra.

My brain scrambles—not with what to say, but like a jumbled-up pile of eggs.

"Mr. Ettin?"

The growl that erupts from my mouth is dark and feral.

It echoes around the empty room, and I spy the hairs on Wyn's arms rise.

But the little tease doesn't stop her after hours seduction.

She pushes her long-sleeve shirt off one shoulder and then the other, displaying the upturned curve of her perfect breasts.

My tail jerks erratically, slamming into the wall behind me.

Fine lines spider out from the contact, but I don't care.

Wyn seems unfazed by the frenzy she's whipping me into.

"First things first, I want to compare numbers between the Posado and the Antillie accounts."

She shuffles through a stack of papers until she finds what she wants.

"Ah, here we are. According to the numbers, I think it would be best to run all future campaigns based on the Posado model I've created."

It dawns on me what my sawolkeh is doing—and that she wants me to play along.

"I disagree, Wyn. The Antillie campaign is better to base future marketing plans around since it made the most money for our client."

Wyn tsks, frowning as she dips a finger into her bra, circling a dusky nipple faintly outlined behind the lace.

"It made the money—at too big of a risk. To continually do so with every future marketing campaign is foolish and could cost us millions."

"Good thing I have millions to venture."

I'm being purposefully glib since it will irritate my mate, which seems to be what we're doing.

Role-playing the many months of sexual tension that built between us, culminating in our bet—and the most amazing kiss of my life.

"Mr. Ettin, are you questioning my ability to run my department?"

The grin I shoot her is nothing short of smug mischief.

"I am."

She gasps, the action causing her breasts to rise, drawing my hungry gaze.

Wyn slams her hands on top of the table and stands.

"That's it! I'm sick of you undermining me!"

"And I'm sick of you undermining me. It's time you remember who's in charge here—me."

She arches a dark brow, silently challenging my authority, and my blood boils in anticipation.

I snap my fingers, and the room becomes hazy with shadows.

One presses into Wyn's back until she's bent forward over the table.

Her eyes round while I hold her immobile against the polished surface.

Using my shadows, I unzip her sexy pencil skirt and push it past the generous swell of her hips.

She squirms against my hold, but more smoky tendrils shoot out from my blurred form to hold her in place.

"Is this what you wanted, Wyn? For me to take charge?"

My sawolkeh shoots me a mock scowl across the conference room.

"Mr. Ettin—"

"Yeah, it's what you want."

And then I use my shadows to spank her.

Wyn lets out a hoarse cry, and I walk closer until my tail can reach behind her.

The pointed tip splits the seam of her ass before wrapping around the front.

I massage her clit through the fabric of her panties until she's begging me for more.

And then I try something different—I slowly maneuver my tail into her pussy, muffing the right hole like she taught me.

With my shadows, I muff her left pussy, and Wyn whines in ecstasy at the double penetration.

"Fuck, yes, Bash—just like that."

"Are you going to come?"

"Yes!"

"Not until I say."

I remove my shadows and use my tail to lift her upright.

In a blur of motion, I spin Wyn around and press her against the cool expanse of windows.

Below us, cars zip by as darkness descends upon the city.

Kicking her legs wide, I bend Wyn forward until her forehead is pressed against the glass.

"I want to fuck this perfect ass—may I, please?"

"Yes!"

She's panting, rubbing her perfect backside against my tarse.

With a snick of my claw, I shred her panties into pieces.

Wyn growls and it's the sexiest little sound I've ever heard.

"That's the second time you've ripped my stuff—you better fix it, Mr. Ettin."

"It'll be my pleasure to replace everything I ruin, deoring."

I punctuate my words by rubbing my tarse in the sensitive spot between her clit and ass.

When she inhales deeply, I slowly feed the tip of my tarse into her tight hole.

Wyn shudders at the invasion, her fingers trying to find purchase on the smooth surface of the window.

"How does it feel? Do you enjoy your boss fucking your ass for the whole world to see—for them to know that you're mine?"

She doesn't answer, and I thrust deeper with a quick jab that makes her whimper.

"Answer me, you little tease!"

"Yes! Are you happy? Yes, I love when you fuck my ass!"

"Good girl."

I sink inside of her deeper before twisting my tail at the perfect angle to muff her pussy.

With great care, I push her ball past the tight ring of her hole and then let it drop back down.

Over and over I repeat this while snaking out a single shadow to caress her clit.

My left hand lifts from the glass where I have Wyn caged in to cup her breast.

I pinch the nipple with a sharp squeeze, and Wyn stiffens before moaning.

Her whole body trembles as I bottom out in her ass.

For a short time, I don't move, simply drinking in the moment of the two of us connected.

But then she whispers ‘please' in a lust-drenched voice that steals my breath.

And I stop holding back.

With a savage growl, I rut into my mate, reveling in her cries of pleasure.

Wyn screams that she's going to come, and the feel of her body exploding under my touch sets off my orgasm.

Her ass tightens around me, milking my tarse as I paint her insides electric blue.

When she collapses, I gently pull out and collect her in my arms.

I carry her over to the chair where I sit down and bundle Wyn into my lap.

"Never thought I'd see the day when Wynona Archer seduced me in the conference room."

"Right? I always assumed it would be where I choked you."

"Brat, you dreamed of choking me?"

"Sometimes still do."

I lean down until my lips caress the shell of her ear.

"Do it, I dare you."

"No way. I bet you're into it!"

I chuckle because she's absolutely right.

"Now that you've accomplished seducing me, I hope you plan on feeding me."

Wyn snorts.

"I think it should be the other way around and you feed me."

"That can be arranged."

"It's a date, then."

"You place or mine?"

"If you come to mine, I have an adorable sidekick who will tell you weird space facts."

"It's settled. I'll get the food and meet you at your apartment."

Wyn slips out of my arms and starts to get dressed. My heart sits in my throat as she waves.

"See you soon?"

I nod, my grin is a little wobbly as I try to rein in my emotions.

"Yeah, see you soon."

She pauses, assessing me.

"You ok?"

"Yep, just thinking."

That I love you more than life itself.