Page 48 of Shifted Desire

I watch it again, then again, grabbing my earbuds so I can listen to it better, my hand working between my thighs as I make myself come along with him. It’s almost as good as if I were there with him, and it’s only when I come down from my orgasm and pause the video that I notice the accompanying text.

Nathan: Thank you for your help. I’ll be sure to put you to good use again tomorrow now that I know what you can handle.

18

Despite his very promising text, Nathan doesn’t put me to good use the next day.

Or the day after.

By the time Friday rolls around, I’m getting a little annoyed.

Annoyed and too horny for my own good.

This is why I always try to keep my succubus side well-fed, so to speak. When I don’t, I get a weird combination of jittery and lethargic, and a stiff breeze can be enough to turn me on. It’s when I make rash and often destructive decisions.

I really like my hair the way it is, so either Nathan needs to fuck me today or I need to find a hookup, because I don’t want to deal with microbangs again. Or end up with a hideous tattoo that I have to get magicked off.

Unfortunately, hot office sex with Nathan doesn’t seem in the cards today. Looking at the mess of a schedule I’m fighting tooth and nail to fix, I understand why he hasn’t been able to fool around. There’s simply no time, and none of his clients are unimportant enough to indulge in another under the desk blowjob.

How someone has so many meetings, especially with his senior job title, is beyond me. I’m beginning to suspect he’s a control freak, given how everyone else in the office appears to have far more relaxed workdays. I’ve made it my mission to suss out who are the most capable and responsible people here that I can start quietly delegating some of his workload to. Given how overwhelmed he was, I doubt Nathan will notice until he has some breathing room, but by then he’ll be able to see that everything is still going smoothly, and I can remind him of the perks of having some free moments at work.

On my lunch break, I swipe through profiles on Bewitch’d, begrudgingly matching with a minotaur I’ve already had a one-night stand with. I hate repeating hookups, but there aren’t any other decent prospects that I know will fuck me the way I need, and I’ll have to hope Nicco’s profile is accurate, and he isn’t interested in anything beyond the casual.

I’m in the middle of messaging him about what time I can meet up and where, when Nathan suddenly pops his head out of his office, expression tight.

“Get in here.”

My pulse leaps at his rough tone, hoping it’s because he’s as horny as I am and not because he’s upset with me about something. I won’t stand for him being rude to me if it’s the latter, but some roughness is otherwise very welcome.

“Yes, Sir.” I set my phone down and step into his office, nipples pressing against the thin fabric of my silk blouse.

As soon as I’m inside, he locks the door.

Fuck yes.

“Is something wrong?” I ask calmly as arousal spools low in my belly.

“Yes.” The word is a soft growl that makes me shiver. “You’ve been sitting out there all week, looking like that and smelling like sex, and I can’t take it any longer.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Dubois,” I murmur, fighting against my smile in delight at his desperation.

Nathan scoffs. “No, you’re not.”

In a lightning-fast move that makes me gasp, he advances on me, one hand grabbing my hip and the other tangling in my hair. He’s hard already, heavy and hot against my stomach through his pants. “I can feel how hungry you are for it. How bad you need to be fucked.”

Okay, so maybe not having time to fool around all week isn’t so bad, if it leads to this version of Nathan. I hate how his dark circles are back and the exhaustion is clear on his face, but damn, this is already amazing.

I hold his gaze, going molten in his hold. “I do. I need it.” My hips shift forward, trying to grind against his thigh. “You do too, Sir.”

“You’ll need to bring in a change of clothes next week,” he says in the same growly tone, and it’s so out of left field that I don’t know how to respond other than with a breathy, “Okay?”

He leans in, inhaling deeply as his nose and lips run against the column of my throat, and his hands rove across my body until I’m arching into his touch. I’m too turned on to realize what he’s going to do and the reason for the statement he made until the sound of my blouse ripping fills the room.

“Nathan!”

God dammit, I liked that shirt, but I don’t have any time to tell him off because his clawed hand is tangled back in my hair and his mouth is on mine, making my brain short circuit because, holy fuck, Nathan is kissing me.

His tongue plunges into my mouth, and I whimper at the assault on my senses as he gives my breast a rough squeeze and tugs lightly on my hair. It feels like he wants to devour me, and gods, that’s such a rush.