“Bit hard when you’ve got your hands on grade A omega pussy. Fuck, I’m glad it was Sage, not Crystal.”
Joey, I recognised her voice instantly, flushing at the endorsement and objectification in the same sentence.
“Me too.” Max breathed those words out. “You’ve got no fucking idea—”
“Oh, I’ve got an idea. We haven’t seen any of you in the building for days, and we’re not likely to, I think. Surely you can use John and his bullshit as a means to delay this symposium. We’ve got another eight months as it is, but—”
“We’re working on John and that situation.” Max’s reply was short and sharp.
“I bet you fucking are. Please, please tell me I can be there when the smackdown comes. I need to see that fucker’s face fall when you do. Like, I’m not one to jill off to a dude, as you are aware…”
“So very aware. Miranda had that whole conversation with us about sexual harassment because of you.”
“But I would spank my clit till it bleeds to the sight of his surprised Pikachu face. You gotta know that. Just give me that one thing, and I’ll do all of the overtime that you’re gonna need someone to do when Sage lets your brothers claim her.”
“If she lets them claim her.” There was a small note of discord in his voice. “I’m usually the one who fucks shit up with our future mate, but…”
I’d crept closer, the wolf moving me, not the human, and so I moved like a ghost, sliding into his workspace, noting all of the monitors arrayed before us and that the camera light wasn’t on. His eyes jerked up as I slid a hand over his shoulder, his hands going to the mouse to end the call, but I shook my head.
For some reason, I like this, my alpha, my mate, preoccupied with all of the shit we should have all been focussed on, allowing me to…not. Instead, I could allow myself the luxury of stroking my hand across his chest, of tracing the small medallions of his nipples, of watching his body shift in the chair, his breath coming in a little faster as he continued the call with Joey.
“Just bring me in as IT support, because you need to do a PowerPoint detailing all of John’s crimes.” Joey’s voice came through the computer speakers.
“Don’t need IT support to show a PowerPoint,” he said, grunting as I dropped down to my knees. He wheeled his chair back, giving me all the space I’d need, so good, so compliant right now.
“You and I know that, but those fucks can’t even scratch their arse without needing a tech at their side, so they won’t even know. Fuck, I know! I’ll set up some surround sound speakers in the conference room when you play that audio file.”
“Uh-huh…”
Max was still on the line, but that wasn’t his focus right now. Instead, it was on my fingers as I slid his fly down. His hips moved when I went to peel his jeans down, but when Joey asked him a question, he neglected to reply, something that had me looking at him pointedly.
“Um, yeah, the setup we used for that launch would be total overkill, but…” I watched his teeth sink into his lips as I stroked my hand up and down his cock, the crease between his brows deepening as I swivelled my hand. He was already hard when I pulled his jeans now, but with every pass of my hand, he just seemed to get harder, until I slowed my hand, glaring at him. “But if you’re going to administer a smackdown to the fuck who tried to take my company, set me up with a gold digger, and then stole my mate away, we can afford to go all out.”
I rewarded him with a few quick, firm pumps, something that had him shifting in his chair, thrusting his cock into my hand.
“Fuck yes!” Joey’s shout seemed to be an externalisation of what Max was holding back, not wanting to betray what we were doing, lest I stop, the muscles in his face twitching with the effort. “OK, so I’m taking that as carte blanche to indulge in my wildest, wettest revenge fantasies. This will be like the time I had to tell my ex Stacy and her new girlfriend that I’d tested positive for chlamydia, despite me thinking I was in a committed, monogamous relationship for the past three years, at a Pride event, with everyone looking on. Turns out she was getting dick on the side when she was with both of us and not bothering to ask him to wrap it.”
“Uh-huh…”
Max’s voice grew hoarse and ragged, something that had my strokes slowing, but his hand slapped down on mine, setting a punishing pace, and something in me craved the bite of those fingers.
“You all right? You sound… Ohhh.” I heard Joey’s chuckle. “Morning, Sage.”
“Morning,” I replied with a wicked grin.
“Edge that boy hard. I’m due for my yearly performance eval, and I’m pretty sure together, we can get me the raise I’m looking for.”
I resisted Max’s grip, his breath coming out in a big whoosh of frustration. I moved slowly, so damn slowly, so he’d feel every finger in my hand as I moved.
“Joey deserves a raise, doesn’t she?” I asked him, and he just nodded, one quick sharp thing, along with a pleading look. “Let the record show that Max Lockwood just nodded.”
“Damn, girl, you’re savage,” Joey said with a wild laugh. “I’m getting off the line in case I catch hetero germs. Dunno how you straight girls drive stick.”
“Really fucking well, apparently,” Max ground out. “Say goodbye, Joey.”
“Goodbye Joey,” we both said, right as his hand slapped down on the mouse, ending the call.
I was picked up then, my legs going around his waist as he walked me over to the wall, his mouth on my neck, my mating mark, as he shoved his hips against mine.