Twisted Fate (Twisted #1)

She shrugs. “That’s the thing. I don’t know.”

I frown, flipping through some of the papers, and pull out the one I’m looking for. “This problem. Is it human or fae?”

She curls her fingers around the belt loops on her washed-out jeans. “Fae.”

Before Allison can answer, Tristan walks through the other door from his office and flicks a glance between us. He smiles. “Ladies.”

“Perfect,” I say, jerking my thumb toward where he stands. “Allison, I’m sure he’d love to help with this problem, as he is the beloved leader of your kind.” I drop my eyes back to the marketing report I was reading and uncap my pen to make some notes. “We can talk about this later, I promise, but until then,” I point at Tristan again without looking up, “fae leader,” I say, then point back at Allison, “fae problem.”

She sighs. “Okay, but I’m holding you to that drink. I think we could both use it.”

Tristan chuckles. “Why don’t we step into my office?” he suggests, and the two of them walk through the door, closing it behind them.

I’m still buried in paperwork when they come out almost an hour later. Allison says a quick goodbye before she leaves, and I offer her a wave.

Tristan approaches and perches on the table next to me. He watches while I work, and I can only ignore his presence for so long.

“What’s with the lurking?”

“Am I distracting?” he inquires in an amused tone.

The crispness of his cologne tickles my nose. I want to envelop myself in that fresh scent like a soft, comforting blanket of Tristan. I knock the thought out of my head and say, “You’re blocking my light.”

“My apologies,” he purrs, leaning down so his lips are in line with my ear. “You’ve been sitting here for hours.” He shifts so he can place his hands on my shoulders, and massages them slowly. “You look like you could use a break.” His breath is warm against my lips as his eyes search mine.

I swallow, my chest rising and falling fast. “Tris,” I mumble.

His mouth curls into a wicked smirk, my only warning before he drops his hands, gripping my hips to pull me up, and lifts me onto the table. I suck in a sharp breath, and my eyes land on his. He dips his face close to mine and presses his lips against my jaw, trailing his mouth along the length. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and I gasp, pressing my lips together to muffle a moan as my eyes drift shut.

I grab his waist to steady myself and lean into him as he ravishes me with his mouth against my skin. Goosebumps rise on my arms as he takes his time exploring each inch of bare skin, bringing heat to my cheeks knowing someone could walk in at any moment.

We should stop.

Oh god, I don’t want to stop.

He pauses briefly before his lips collide with mine, and my belly gives a happy flip as I move with him. He groans, and we fight for control, always pressing closer.

I wrap my legs around him, and he responds with a growl and teases my lips with his tongue. They part, and his tongue grazes against mine, sending a pleasant warmth deep into my belly. I grip the material of his suit jacket as our tongues dance, and he gives my hips a gentle squeeze before dragging his hands up my sides. One hand dives into my hair, holding the back of my neck while he kisses me slow and soft, and my body jerks forward when his other hand skims my breast over my shirt. His lips curl against mine as his thumb deliberately brushes over it again. I gasp, but the sound is muffled by his insistent mouth.

Breaking away before I’m even close to wanting it to end, I succumb to the need for air. I rest my forehead against his chest, and he slides his hand out of my hair to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing across my skin. I lean back and meet his deep blue gaze, unable to help the grin that touches my slightly swollen lips as I push my fingers through the mess of soft blond hair hanging across his forehead.

“I’m never going to get this paperwork done,” I mutter as I catch my breath.

“Keep talking about work, and I’m going to take you to my room and give you something else to do with that mouth,” he warns, making the warmth in my belly spread lower.

I arch a brow, pressing my thighs together as if that’ll relieve the pulsing between them. “I might believe you if I didn’t know you have a meeting tonight,” I say with a sweet smile.

His eyes narrow. “You think I won’t cancel that to be inside you?”

My heart wants the world to know how that makes my blood warm. “Do it,” I say in a defiant tone.

He smirks. “You’re adorable when you’re feisty.”

I scowl, but it’s halfhearted. “You think I’m not serious?”

“Oh, I know you are.” The hand holding my hip slides down and grazes my thigh. I watch his fingers move lower before he tips my head back up. “You’re never one to miss out on a challenge.”

I sigh. “For someone who was complaining about me talking, you’re sure slow to shut up.”

He raises a brow. “Clever.”

I nudge him back far enough so I can slide off the table and straighten my shirt. “If you’re not going to follow through with your threats, you shouldn’t make them,” I mumble as I reach for my notes to get back to work.

Tristan grabs my wrist and pulls me back against him. His lips are quick to find my neck, and his teeth graze my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Upstairs,” he breathes.

I manage to nod before he shifts, transporting us from the boardroom to the master bedroom of his penthouse. I lean up on my tiptoes and brush my lips over his bottom one. His arms come around me, sweeping me off my feet as his mouth closes over mine. He presses me back against the closed door and nips my lower lip, making me suck in a breath. He chuckles as I wrap my legs around his waist. I bury my fingers in his hair, tugging at the ends as my lips move against his. Our mouths are frantic, losing coordination in our desperation for more.

His lips leave mine for a second, and I drag air into my lungs while he trails his mouth along my jaw, kissing and nipping gently. His hands grip my hips, his thumbs moving in slow, sensual circles.

“Aurora,” he breathes.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

“This isn’t the slow pace you mentioned before.”

I lean back enough to look at him. “I don’t want slow,” I say. “I want you.”

The hue of his eyes darkens into a look so filled with desire, heat floods through me. My entire body is tingling with a wicked sensation, a need to be touched.

“You’re saying—?”

“I’m saying kiss me, Tristan.”

I don’t have to ask again. His lips are on mine in an instant, pulling soft whimpers and moans from me with ease. He spins us around and walks across the room, setting me on my feet when we reach the side of his bed. My heart surges forward, and my eyes snap to his.

“Are you sure?”

I nod, reaching for him.

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