“Food deliveries. Someone scored brownie points today, didn’t he?”
“Harvey? He definitely did. Dee is just grateful . . .”
Marco smirks knowingly and shakes his head. “Yeah. Sure. That’s exactly why Dee is bringing food for the crew halfway during a shift.” He leans in close. “And ’cause I’m your best friend, I’ll keep the guys distracted so you can give her a tour of the firehouse.”
“You are a good friend.”
“Indeed. But don’t worry,” he says, straightening and shooting me a wink. “I’ll cash in the favor you now owe me some other time.”
Shaking my head at him, I can’t help but chuckle. “Of course you will. What else are friends for?”
Just over an hour later, Dee walks in, her arms laden with four big catering trays as she comes through the door. Luca and Scotty rush to her side before I can even get there.
“Damn that smells good, Dee. What did you bring us?” Scotty asks, taking two of the trays off her hands.
“There’s lasagna, green salad, those buffalo chicken wings you all loved at the BBQ, and then my specialty Greek orzo dish. And in that one . . .” She points to tray Luca has just placed on the dining table. “. . . there’s dessert for now or later. All of it will keep in case you get a callout too,” she says before turning her body toward mine. “Hey, honey.”
“Hey,” I say, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her lightly on the lips. “You’ve probably just become Firehouse 101’s favorite person.”
Tilting her head, she smirks at me with amused eyes. “Is that such a bad thing? Especially if it means I can visit you occasionally.”
I dip my chin to bring my mouth to her ear. “You can visit me whenever you want, baby. My day was already good, but you’ve just made it even better.”
She winks, her lips curving into a devilish grin as she lifts her hand to my chest and flexes her fingers against my shirt. “I’m sure there’s still room for improvement.”
Fuck yeah, there is.
I look over my shoulder and meet Marco’s eyes, and with a jerk of his chin, I know I’m covered for at least a while—or until the bells ring.
After taking her hand in mine, we walk out of the living area and along the corridor, toward the back of the station. “So, do you want a tour?” I ask.
“I want to know where your office is.” There’s absolutely no mistaking the low husky tone in her voice. My Dee is feeling grateful, and who am I to deny her—even though I’d never want to in a million years.
As soon as I’ve led her into my office and shut the door, she’s pressing my back against it and crushing her lips to mine. With a groan, I grab her hips and hold her to me, letting her control the kiss for as long as I can stand it before I drag my arms up her back and into her hair. I chase her tongue with mine and deepen the connection, swallowing her moans as we attack each other’s mouths hungrily.
She tears her lips from mine, running them over my stubbled jaw and down to my throat as my hands roam over her back and ass, grinding my hard cock against her, desperate to feel more of her. “How long have we got?” she whispers, dragging her teeth over my neck.
“Not fucking long enough,” I grind out, loving the feel of her but wishing I could lay her out on my desk and bury myself inside her. The memory would definitely improve my mood when doing paperwork later.
She straightens and brushes her lips against mine, pinning me in place with her heated gaze. “Guess I’d better get to work.” She drops to her knees and works my belt open before I can even utter a single word. Quick as a flash, she reaches inside my pants and pulls me out before locking eyes with mine. She wraps her lips around the tip and swallows me whole.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan just as the head of my cock hits the back of her throat.
I rest my hand on top of her hair in the way she likes me to do, watching as she takes me down deep, humming against the sensitive skin and sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. When she adds her hand to the mix and strokes me tightly in rhythm with the searing hot heat of her mouth, there’s no way in hell I’ll last long.
Still jerking her hand up and down, she moves to my balls before laving them with her tongue and humming. The vibrations make it hard to hold on to any self-control I’m fighting to keep. The whole time, her eyes stay aimed at me. “I’m going to take your cock in my mouth, and you’re going to take what you want. I want the boss to take what I’m offering him,” she says before she does exactly that, lifting her lips to the head and swirling her tongue around the sensitive skin before taking me deep again, lightly running her teeth against my aching shaft as she pulls out and does it all over again. Then she moans and reaches around, grabbing the globes of my ass in her palms and pushing me deeper, until I can’t stop rocking my hips.
The erotic sight of my cock disappearing between her lips drives me closer to the knife’s edge. “That mouth . . . damn,” I grunt.
When she smiles victoriously, her lips stretched tight around my cock, I snap, thrusting in and out. Her moans and whimpers fill my ears as I push deeper and deeper.
