“In case I change my mind? Not likely.” I huffed a laugh.
Rafe said nothing for a long moment, tucking me against his body so we sat thigh to thigh and belly to belly. I leaned into him and stole a kiss before he could object.
“Are you going to let me talk, you horny little thing?”
“You started it.” I peeked up at him from beneath my lashes and offered him a wicked little smile, remembering how he liked it when I begged. “Please, Sir?”
“You fell into this far too easy, you know that?”
“I did some research.”
“Ah. So I’m not the only stalker in the room.” He leaned back with a satisfied smile, tracing slow circles along my sides.
“Yeah, ’cause it’s cute on me, but for you … you are dangerous, Mister Astor.” I booped his nose with mine, unable to hold back a fit of giggles when both eyebrows rose.
“God save me.” He shook his head. “Sit still and listen to me, you little feral. I did stalk you. And your husband, and your children. It wasn’t hard to piece together what happened to you this past year. I thought you only lost him a month ago to start with.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “But none of the dates line up. Neither did flights.”
“What are you, the Shifter Intelligence Agency?” I shook my head. It was all public knowledge, and that was where I’d chosen to hide—in plain sight. Enough information clogged feeds to disguise the lie and hide the timing of Byron’s death. I still didn’t understand why it was necessary.
“One-man army,” he corrected, grinning. “And I have my own confession. I might have been watching you for the last few weeks. Since I first heard the story. I try to watch out for the local community. Most of us end up through my doors at some point in their lives, and that gives me … some responsibility for them.”
His words sent a warm tingle through my body that didn’t equate with arousal. I wasn’t about to share that little piece of information. He seemed to have collected enough on his own.
“You are a little stalker. Like Bat— Eagleman,” I adjusted the phrase and frowned. “That’s a terrible superhero name.”
“Why would you think I’m a superhero?” Rafe stared at me, his mouth open.
“Well, let’s see.” I held up a hand and ticked off my list on my fingers. “You watch out for your part of the community. You protect families like mine who are in debt and have lost a provider. You save innocent fools like me who put themselves inimminent danger. I’m sure I could go on.”
“I didnotprotect you when you lost your provider,” he said with a growl, crashing his mouth to mine. He broke the kiss violently.
“Is that all you heard?” I smiled, tracing the lines furrowing his brow. “You’re so pretty.”
Rafe paused. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me that before.”
“First time for everything.”
He laughed outright and leaned forward. His arm shot past me, swiping across the surface of his desk. Several things went flying in random directions. My back pressed to the frigid surface. I released a yelp as he loomed over me, fisting his cock.
“What— How—” I blinked up at him, my ankles curled around his hips, drawing him closer of their own accord.
Rafe produced a foil packet from thin air, or maybe a desk drawer. “Open this for me, Willow?”
My gaze narrowed. “That came out far too casually.” I took the pack and extracted the condom.
“You’re right.”
He caught my wrist, pulling me up off the desk in a high crunch, and placed my hands on his cock. Velvet hardness filled my fingers, and his yellow and black gaze pinned me.
Lost in his eyes, I rolled the rubber the full length of him, giving him long strokes with my hands just to hear him groan. “Like that?”
He fisted my hair and used it as leverage to push me back onto the desktop. “You are nowhere near as innocent as you make out.”
“I never made out that I—ohhh.”
Rafe gripped my hip with his free hand as he slid inside me. Teeth bared, he echoed my moan, burying himself balls deep between my thighs. My overstimulated, swollen pussy pulsedas I adjusted to his length, his intrusion welcome. I was pretty certain my eyes rolled back and I blacked out for a moment.
Rafe leaned down to kiss me as he began to move in long, slow strokes. “You’re so tight.”