Reyna saw her mate and her father as soon as the elevator doors opened.
The two men were a sight to behold. Alvaro was dressed in a crisp black suit that emphasized his long, lean build. His white hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, giving him an artsy look. Tariq looked big and dangerous in black jeans, black t-shirt, and a black motorcycle jacket. The unrelieved darkness made his witchy blue-gray eyes stand out. Unlike Alvaro’s neatly groomed hair, Tariq’s was disarrayed, as though he’d run his hands repeatedly through the short mane. Reyna resisted the urge to smooth it into some type of order with her fingers.
“Hello,” she greeted as she joined them. “Jorlan’s finishing up a few matters and will be down in a second. Then we’ll begin.” Conscious of the eyes watching, Reyna linked her fingers together to keep from touching Tariq as her cat demanded.
Tariq didn’t share her restraint. He curled an arm around her waist and tugged her close. Cupping her jaw with one hand, he bent and tasted her mouth in a kiss that awakened every slumbering hormone. Her panties dampened as her sheath clenched and moistened.
“Missed you,” he murmured when he finally lifted his head.
How am I supposed to get any work done now? she wailed inwardly, her ability to concentrate shot. All she could focus on was sex.
He gave her a slow, sexy smile. “I heard that.”
Mortified, Reyna glanced around and hastily took a step back. “Behave.”
“You know I’ll be good,” Tariq said wickedly.
Remembering exactly how good he could be, Reyna retreated another step before she pounced on him, right there in the lobby. The dinging of the elevator chime saved her from disgracing herself.
Jorlan strode out, a welcoming smile on his face. “Alvaro. Tariq. Good to see both of you. Let’s begin.” He motioned them in the direction he wanted to go.
Alvaro sauntered after Jorlan, his head swiveling from side-to-side as his avid gaze took in everything. Tariq came even with Reyna, slid a proprietary arm around her waist, and led her after them. As they went from floor to floor, Reyna could feel the stares, hear the hushed murmurs and staccato spurts of high, excited speech that trailed in their wake.
Tariq, being a high profile Vampalien leader, was recognized immediately by her human employees and from what Reyna overheard, much speculation was given over the nature of their relationship. His body language spoke volumes. When Tariq’s hand wasn’t at the small of her back, it was on her waist, or draped across her shoulders. Once he’d stood behind her, both hands intimately gripping her hips as he listened intently to Jorlan.
Reyna couldn’t have repeated a word of Jorlan’s spiel. Her body was on fire. She caught herself on more than one occasion arching into Tariq and rubbing her lower body against his rapidly hardening erection. The man brought out the feline in her.
Two torturous hours later the tour ended in her office.
“You two have done very well for yourselves,” Alvaro said. “Reyna, I’m very proud of all you’ve accomplished.”
“Thank you,” she said, very aware of Tariq plastered to her back.
“Quite impressive,” Tariq echoed Alvaro’s approval, his voice a deep rumble vibrating in her chest.
“If you like, I have some contacts I could give you,” Alvaro continued. “I know quite a few people who’d be interested in your services.”
Jorlan looked at her, brow arched in inquiry.
Correctly interpreting he was leaving it up to her to respond, she said, “Thanks but we already have more projects than we can handle without expanding the business again.”
Alvaro nodded, accepting her answer. “Thanks for the tour. I’d love to invite you both to lunch, but I need to leave. I’m afraid Isabella isn’t adjusting well to being away from her pride. Tariq?”
“Go ahead. If you don’t mind, take the car. I’ll follow along later,” Tariq said.
“All right. Reyna, why don’t you and Tariq plan on joining us for dinner? Jorlan, you’re welcome to come as well,” Alvaro said.
“Thank you. I accept. What time?” Jorlan asked.
“Let’s say sevenish and keep it informal,” Alvaro answered.
“Sounds good. Now, I must make my apologies. I have a lunch meeting with a potential new client,” Jorlan said as he walked to the door.
“We’ll be there, as well,” Tariq said.
Alvaro smiled. “Wonderful. I’ll get out of your hair now. I’ve taken up enough of your time. See you tonight.”
Reyna murmured something incoherent. Her focus totally on the male behind her, she barely noted the door closing as her father left. She spun around and leapt on Tariq. Now, she needed him now.
He caught her midair and hoisted her higher. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She instantly obeyed. Her mouth was busy pressing kisses to his face, his neck, any part of him she could reach.
“Your scent’s been driving me crazy. That and those fuck me boots paired with this tight little skirt,” he said, pulling said skirt up around her waist.
Reyna tightened her legs and arched upwards, rubbing her damp crotch against his rock hard erection. Tariq reached beneath her, got a good grip on her panties, and ripped them off. Then his long, calloused fingers were penetrating her slit. She mewled, so great was her need.
“Should have…stayed home…like I…wanted you to,” he panted as he struggled to free his cock. Reyna was pressed too closely to his fly and wouldn’t give him the space he needed to undo the zipper. The feel of the rough denim against her sensitive flesh was too good.
Tariq cursed and lifted her higher, moving that delicious bulge out of reach. Reyna made her displeasure known by sinking her teeth into his neck. He hissed out another profanity, but then the heat of him was right where she needed it most. The head of his penis nudged her opening. He got a good grip on her hips and pulled down while thrusting up. They both groaned as he sank hilt deep.
He paused, giving her a minute to absorb the impact. Then he moved. The ride was hard, fast, and deep. It called to the she-cat within her. Reyna’s claws sliced out, her spine rippled, and she came with a scream that would have sent people running to her office to see what the commotion was if it hadn’t been soundproofed.
The blunt tips of Tariq’s fingers dug into Reyna’s ass as he pulled her impossibly closer and erupted with a growl. She could feel his cock pulsing, jerking with each pulse of semen. It set her off again.
When she came back to herself, Reyna discovered they were on the carpeted floor. Tariq was on his knees. She straddled his lap, arms around his neck. His forehead rested on her shoulder as he gulped in air. To her amusement, she was purring. Yes, he definitely brought out the feline in her.
Reyna took silent inventory. Other than her panties, her clothes seemed to have survived this latest sexual encounter unscathed. She laughed huskily.
“Share the joke,” he murmured into her neck.
“You didn’t rip all my clothes off this time,” she told him. “I’m impressed.”
He lifted his head and stared directly into her eyes, his expression cocky. “You should be. I was trying to be considerate, but it was a near miss. Next time you might not be so lucky.”
Tariq made her feel so many emotions she wasn’t used to experiencing. Sometimes she didn’t know how to handle it. This was one of those times. Instead of analyzing or worrying it to death, she kissed him, hoping he’d know and understand.
“Me, too,” he murmured, returning the kiss. “Me, too.”