Rufsur wasn’t sure about that, but since he needed Kalugal and Kian to get along, he hadn’t argued. The better the relationship between those two was, the better were his chances with Edna.
“As you wish.” Kian pushed to his feet. “Syssi is down there with the rest of Jacki’s friends, so I might as well join you.”
Perhaps Edna was there as well? That would save him the trouble of hunting her down. With Amanda and Syssi present, she wouldn’t be able to escape him without making a scene.
Except when they got to the café, she wasn’t there.
Rufsur plastered a confident smile on his face. “Hello, ladies. Does anyone know where I can find Edna?”
Amanda looked up at him and smirked. “She went up to her office to get something, and I didn’t see her coming out, so she must still be there. Her office is the third door down the corridor from Kian’s.”
Rufsur dipped his head. “Thank you.”
As he turned on his heel and headed back into the building, he heard several murmurs and a few giggles. Apparently, they all knew what was going on between him and Edna.
Not that either of them had tried to hide it, but given Edna’s dry emails and lack of enthusiasm about seeing him, he’d assumed that she’d been pressured into severing ties with him.
It was good to see that Amanda wasn’t opposed to them having a relationship. Kian’s wife had smiled when he’d asked about Edna, so she was also in favor. It seemed like the only one against it was the lady in question.
No matter.
One way or another, he was going to change her mind.
As he stopped in front of Edna’s door, Rufsur debated whether he should knock or just walk in and surprise her. He would have preferred the latter, but Edna didn’t seem like the type who liked surprises. She might have an issue with him entering without an invitation, and he didn’t want to start their reunion with an argument.
He knocked and waited.
“Come in,” she called, probably not expecting it to be him.
Depressing the handle, he pushed the door open. “Hello, Edna.”
“Rufsur.” She looked at him with wide eyes. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“And yet, here I am.” He closed the door behind him, walked over to her desk, rounded it, and pulled her up to his chest. “Missed me?”
She gasped, but she didn’t resist his hold. “Yes.”
“So why didn’t you answer my emails?”
“I did.”
“I wouldn’t call a couple of dry lines in response to every three of my emails a proper answer.”
“What do you want from me, Rufsur?”
“Everything.” He cupped the back of her head and smashed his lips over hers.
Letting out a shuddering breath, Edna went soft in his arms and surrendered to the kiss.
It felt so good to hold her, to kiss her, to feel her soft breasts pressed against his chest, but it wasn’t enough.
His need was too great to pause what they were doing and walk all the way to her house. He was going to have her right there on her neatly organized desk.
The famous soundproofing of the buildings in the village ensured that no one outside Edna’s office could hear them, and the windows were covered with antiglare film, so as long as the sun was out, no one on the outside could see what was going on inside.
Sunset wasn’t happening for at least two more hours, and if he wasn’t done with her by then, they would just turn the lights off and keep going.
He’d noticed a leather couch as he walked into Edna’s office, and he planned to put it to good use after they exhausted the possibilities on the desk.
But right now, he couldn’t wait another goddamned second.
Kicking the office chair away with his foot, he spun her around and pushed her down on the desk. With one hard yank, he had her pants down together with her cotton granny panties.
“Fates,” Edna gasped. “What are you doing to me?”
“Giving you what you need.” He cupped her hot center from behind and leaned over her to kiss her neck. Raking his fangs over the silky skin, he whispered in her ear, “I missed you.”
When she moaned, he ground his hips into her ass, letting her feel his hard shaft through his slacks.
There were advantages to not wearing jeans.
Holding her down with a hand on her back, he went down to his knees and kissed each cheek in turn. “You have a gorgeous ass, my lady judge. And after the way you treated me, I’m going to paint it pink.” He smacked one smooth globe, kissed it, and then repeated it with the other.
He’d never done anything like that before, and yet, for some reason Rufsur felt like that was precisely what they both needed. It was a gamble, though.
If Edna perceived it as offensive, she might kick him out and tell him that she never wanted to see him again.
Except, his gamble paid off.
As the scent of her desire blossomed, filling his nostrils with the best aroma there was, he smacked the other side a little harder this time.
Edna groaned, but didn’t move an inch.
Given her response, she wasn’t averse to a little play. On the contrary, when the next smack landed on her ass with a loud clap, she responded with another throaty moan.
“More?” he asked to make sure.
“Yes.”
19
Edna
Why was getting her bottom smacked so damn arousing?
So intimate?
Edna hadn’t been aware of having any fetishes, but there she was, moaning and running wet in anticipation of another smack.
Except, it didn’t come.
Instead, Rufsur ran his hands down her thighs. “Lift your leg.” He commanded. When she did, he took her shoe off, tossed it aside, and then freed her foot from her pants. “Now the other one.”
When he was done, he ran his hands up her inner thighs, pushing them apart. And then his mouth was on her core, kissing, licking, his strong fingers digging into her butt cheeks.
Gripping the desk’s edge on the other side, Edna sagged against it. Lost to the pleasure, she rocked on Rufsur’s tongue as much as his grip on her ass allowed.
He was like a man possessed, going in deep with his tongue, then retracting it and kissing her folds, her inner thighs. Then out of nowhere, he smacked her bottom again, once, twice, and then went back to the licking and kissing.
The combination of pleasure and slight sting was driving her up the cliff, toward an orgasm that she knew would be epic, but she didn’t want to get there yet.
Edna wanted more.
More licking, more sucking, and more stinging slaps on her butt cheeks.
Except, control over her body had been taken away from her, and as Rufsur added his fingers to the play, the orgasm detonated. The powerful explosion pushed her up and off the desk, but a moment later, she was pushed back by Rufsur’s hard body. His arms enveloping her, he reached under her blouse for her breasts, and without much preamble, pulled the bra cups down and pinched her nipples.
“Fates!”
As a second, gentler orgasm rippled through her, Edna wasn’t sure whether it was an aftershock or a new climax, but before she had time to absorb the sensations, Rufsur entered her with a single hard thrust. This time, she had no doubt that the explosion he’d detonated was a full-on orgasm and not an aftershock.