Into the Darkness (Darkness #1)(18)

Except they had huge swords.

I stuffed the pointy object in my pocket anyway—hopefully that didn’t come back to bite me if I fell—and thought about running toward the other door. Except they’d just follow me. Then where would I go, back to that bush? Counter-productive.

I closed my eyes, feeling that intuition pointing toward the wall behind the desk. I was there a second later, poking and prodding the thing, dancing like a child that had to pee, trying to figure out if it opened or my secret box was screwing with me.

“I don’t know why Jonas bothered to bring that little critter. He isn’t much fun. He hardly knows what he’s doing,” a woman whined as the door opened a crack.

Oh holy crap!

I dove beneath the desk, bumping the chair out of the way, and tried to control my panting.

Two pairs of feet entered the room, a person with spikey red heels and black fishnet stockings, and a man with shiny black shoes and slacks. I could only see up to about their knees.

“It is always wise to either compliment, or ignore, items that Jonas finds interesting. He is not a male to trifle with.” The man was headed through the room, the woman on the far side from me.

Please don’t need to write a letter at this desk…

“I know. Pity. I had high hopes. He usually has better taste.”

I grimaced as the man chuckled. “I’m sure you can give him a couple pointers when you get him alone.”

“He’s not the one I want to get alone…”

The heels stepped in front of the shiny shoes so their toes were almost touching. I heard a wet kiss, then the guy was shifting on his feet—he marginally spread his legs.

Seriously? Did these people ever do anything else besides have sex?

“Well, darling, I must leave you. We can finish this another time. I have a million things to do for the Boss and you know how I hate to keep him waiting.”

“Let’s be quick.”

The feet danced, one red heel stepping to the side of the man’s legs, one flying skyward and disappearing.

The sounds of kissing resumed, the feet starting to rock.

“One quick one before I leave, then,” the man murmured.

I nearly groaned in frustration.

The other heel disappeared as shimmery red fabric pooled onto the floor. The shiny black shoes took a few quick steps away from me, two clothed butts landing on the couch in my line of sight. Fingers wearing red polish to match the shoes scrabbled at the man’s zipper, peeling his pants away to the side eagerly. I squeezed my eyes shut again, wanting to hum in order to drown out the moans and heavy breathing.

“Lick me, Rupert,” the woman purred.

Oh come on—you don’t need foreplay!

I peeked an eye open in gross fascination, seeing a man’s hand rub down the woman’s thigh and across her panty-covered sex. His fingers rubbed up and down the middle, scratching at her clit, making her moan and gyrate her h*ps up to him.

“I hope you aren’t too partial to these tights,” he said in a low, husky voice. With two hands, he ripped the tights parting in her crease. His fingers snaked under the edge of the red panties—the woman knew how to match her accessories—and stripped the material away. He bent to her glistening sex immediately, licking up the center with a greedy tongue.

“Oh Rupert, yes!” she sighed, pushing her h*ps into his face.

I couldn’t look away. They had so much passion and fire, desperate for each other. It was strangely arousing watching it happen.

So great, now I could add peeping Tom to my list of accolades.

“Mmmmm,” the man moaned, climbing up her body. He grabbed his sizable erection at the base and threaded it into her.

“Oh yes!” The woman moaned, gripping his body with her legs.

Squeezing my eyes shut didn’t stop me from hearing the rhythmic squeaking of the couch, his thrusts punctuated by a wet slide and springs shifting. His panting got more labored, pounding into her. She received him with clinging legs and throaty moans.

“Yes!” the man exclaimed, the couch creaking wildly, skin smacking skin.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she exalted as the rocking began to simmer down.

She totally faked it!

Oh God, could Jared tell all those times?

Maybe not, because this guy didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he didn’t care. He climbed off when he’d finished and buckled up his pants.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said while getting his breath.

“Don’t you want to share your blood…” she asked hopefully.

My mind stuttered, listening harder, trying to verify what I thought I’d just heard…

“You have a house full of partners, I must leave you to them. Try the human. He must be good for something.”

“But none are as powerful as you.” She rose from the couch to stop his retreat.

“I must go. I’ve tarried too long.”

He was away a moment later.

In a fit of temper, she stamped her expensive shoe and bent to scoop up her dress. For a brief moment we could’ve met eyes. Had she looked to her right, she would’ve found me staring like a mouse hiding from a snake behind a leaf. Dumb, basically.

Luckily, she couldn’t smell whatever the men did, and she wasn’t under the impression people skulked around and hid under desks. She started walking back the way she’d come. As the door opened, the unmistakable sounds of chatter drifted out and filled the room, only cut off when the heavy wood door was closed once again.