The Immortal Emperor Returns to Work the Museum Night Shift novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: Down on the Carpet

Lucy sits on her desk and gives Sam instructions while he kneels on the green carpet and learns exactly how she likes it.

He knocked at ten o'clock exactly, and I had my skirt around my waist before he got the door shut.

"Lock it," I said.

He locked it.

I was sitting on the edge of my desk with my feet on the green carpet.

I had cleared the catalogue drafts onto the floor.

I had taken off my underwear in the ladies' room and left it in my bag.

I had been thinking about this for twenty-two hours.

I had taught a school tour at eleven and a donor lunch at one.

For all of it I had felt the memory of his hands white on the armrests.

Now he stood just inside my office in his too-small blazer, and he looked at me spread on my desk, and he forgot to breathe.

"Lucy," he said hoarsely.

"Take off the jacket."

He took it off and hung it over the chair.

"The tie."

He unclipped it and dropped it on the seat.

"Come here and get on your knees."

He crossed the room in three strides.

He went down on both knees on the thin green carpet between my feet, and his big hands came up toward my thighs and stopped.

They hovered a few inches away.

He looked up at me, and his grey eyes were bright and dark at once.

"Hands on my knees," I said. "Nowhere else yet."

He laid them on my knees.

They were warm and rough, and they covered my kneecaps completely.

"Now look at what you're going to do."

He looked.

I watched his face while he looked, and I would remember it for the rest of my life.

His mouth parted.

His nostrils flared.

A muscle jumped in his cheek, under the black beard.

"You're soaking wet," he said, as if it were news from a faraway country.

"I have been since yesterday. Kiss me, Sam."

He bent his head and put his mouth on the inside of my left knee.

It was a slow, open kiss, and his beard scraped my skin.

He moved up my thigh an inch at a time, kissing, licking, and I put one hand flat on the desk to hold myself up.

"Slower," I said.

He slowed.

"Higher."

He went higher.

By the time his mouth reached the crease of my thigh my breath was coming in short pieces.

I could feel his breath on me, hot and uneven, and his hands tightening on my knees.

"Please," he said against my skin.

I had not known he could say that word.

"Go on," I said. "Use your tongue."

He licked me.

One long, flat, hungry stroke from the bottom to the top.

I made a sound I would not have made in front of anyone, and my head dropped back.

"Again."

He did it again.

"There. That. Just that. Slower."

He found the rhythm and held it.

I felt his tongue move over my clit in slow flat circles, wet and warm and exact.

I felt my hips want to move and let them.

He growled, low in his chest, and the sound went right through me.

"You like that," I said breathlessly.

"I like you." He lifted his face for a second, shining, his beard wet. "I like all of you. Tell me more."

"Use your fingers."

He slid two thick fingers into me.

I gasped, because he went in so easily, and so deep.

He curled them upward without being told, and then looked up at me for the answer.

I gave it to him with my whole body.

"Yes. There. Oh, God, there."

He did it again.

Again, with his mouth working my clit and his fingers rubbing the place inside me that makes the world go white.

I had read about that spot, and I had been told about it, and I had never had anyone find it in under a minute.

"Where did you learn this?" I managed.

"In the third century," he said, against me. "I had a great deal of time."

I laughed.

The laugh turned into a moan halfway out, and his mouth closed over me and sucked, and I came apart.

I came hard and loud, clutching the edge of the desk, my thighs clamping around his shoulders.

He didn't stop.

He licked me through it, slowly, gently, until the shaking eased, and then he kept on until the shaking started again.

"Sam. Sam, I can't."

"You can," he said, and it was my own voice, my own tone, thrown back at me.

I stared down at him.

He had a wicked, shining look I had not seen before.

I understood that he had learned something from me, and I understood that he was pleased about it.

He put his mouth back on me.

The second time came slower.

It built from under his tongue.

When it came it was long and low and went on for what felt like a full minute.

My fingers were in his bare scalp, holding on.

I didn't remember putting them there.

"Good," I heard myself saying. "God, you're good. Don't stop."

He did not stop.

He was making little hungry noises against me.

His hands had tightened on my knees.

"Enough," I said, and he froze with his mouth on me.

"On your back. On the carpet."

He lay down at once, long and broad across the green wool, with his head by the leg of my desk.

I slid off the edge and stood over him with my skirt around my waist.

He looked up the length of my body, and his eyes went black.

"I'm going to sit on your face," I said.

"You're going to hold my hips and keep your tongue on my clit, and you're going to take everything I give you."

"Yes," he said, rough and fast.

I lowered myself over his mouth.

His hands came up and clamped on my hips, and his tongue found me at once.

I gripped the edge of the desk above me and rocked.

His beard was rough against my thighs, and his mouth was hot and greedy and everywhere.

I could hear my own wet sounds in the quiet office.

"Yes. Like that. Oh, you're so good at this."

He groaned into me, and the vibration made my knees go weak.

I ground down harder.

"Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

He pulled me down against his mouth.

I felt his fingers dig into my hips, holding me there.

I came with a sob.

It broke over me.

I rode his tongue through every second of it, shouting his name at the ceiling, and I did not care who heard.

When I could not take any more I slid off him and sat down on the carpet.

My legs were shaking, and my skirt was around my waist.

Then he finally lifted his head.

He was flat on his back, and his face was shining from my chin to his collar.

He wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist and sat up.

He was flushed to the collar and his eyes were wild, and there was no hiding how hard he was.

I could see the shape of him straining against his trousers.

"Lucy," he said.

"Don't talk."

"I am only..."

"Don't. Come here."

I got up on shaking legs and sat back on the edge of the desk.

He stood, with an effort, and I took his belt in both hands and pulled him between my thighs.

He was shaking.

I could feel it through the cloth.

"You haven't come," I said.

"I do not need to."

"I didn't ask what you need."

I undid his belt and took him in my hand, hot and heavy and already slick at the tip.

He braced his fists on the desk on either side of me and dropped his forehead against mine.

"Hands on the desk," I said. "Stay."

"Yes."

I stroked him slowly, and he groaned.

I was boneless and sticky and still pulsing from my third orgasm, and I loved the feel of him in my fist.

I loved that I could do this to a man who had once ruled half a continent.

"You taste of me," I whispered, and licked his bottom lip.

He made a broken sound.

"Look what you did to yourself. Look at you. Say it."

"I am yours."

I stopped.

My hand stopped moving on him.

I felt it in my chest, a click, like a key fitting into a lock.

"Say it again," I said, and it came out soft.

"I am yours, Lucy."

He was trembling.

I started to move my hand again, faster, and he came with a shout he tried to muffle in my hair.

He came over my wrist and onto the carpet, with his whole body locked, and then he sagged and leaned on me.

I held him up with my free arm.

For a long moment neither of us said anything.

Down the hall, the building's night heating clanked and sighed.

"I have never," he said into my hair. "Not in all of it. Not once."

"Never what?"

"Been looked at like I was the one being given something."

I turned my face and kissed his temple.

It was the gentlest thing I had done all night.

"Say my name," I said quietly.

He lifted his head.

He looked at me with his grey eyes full of something plain and enormous.

"Lucy," he said.

He said it like an oath.

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