Alisha hung on the best she could, shocked that before he came, she’d peaked again. Or maybe her orgasm simply hadn’t stopped. But when he buried himself to the root, their groins meshed together, another wave hit, pleasure encompassing her body.

Nothing left in her brain but sheer physical bliss.

Devon scooped her toward him slightly, his hands firm on her naked back as he dropped in unsteady jerks to the floor. They ended up in a compact pile, her in his lap with his cock embedded in her sex. He slipped his arms from under her knees and cradled her closer, his warmth a blanket around her as they fought to catch their breaths.

Devon pressed his lips to her temple and let out a long, satisfied sigh. “Okay, I’m good for us to start now.”

She laughed. “Start?”

“Hell, yeah. That was to take the edge off. You didn’t have any plans for the day, did you?”

Sex all day long sounded perfect right now. “If you feed me, I’m yours.”

Devon tucked his fingers under her chin and lifted her lips to his. This time the kiss was far more tender. Still made all the hyperactive hormones in her body stand up and cheer with excitement. He brushed their lips together softer and softer until the connection between them was merely a light caress, their breaths mingling as he spoke against her mouth.

“I’ll feed you. Fuck you. Maybe do them both a couple times. Sound good?”

“Such a dirty mouth.” Alisha grinned. “Sounds wonderful.”

* * *

What an answer to his cravings. That twist in his day had been the last thing he’d expected when he forced himself out of bed in the morning, but hell if he’d take it for granted. Or bitch about it either. He helped her up and dealt with the condom. Alisha took advantage of his distraction to snatch his T-shirt off the floor and pull it over her head.

He retrieved his sweats and pulled them on, if only to stop the semi he was still wearing from hanging in the breeze.

Alisha grabbed her bag from where it lay in the middle of the entrance, and he closed the door more carefully this time. Damn, had they really had sex with the door wide open?

He couldn’t stop grinning, so he was pretty happy to see that she wore a nearly identical expression. “We’re going to have to work this out of our systems before we go out in public or it’ll be damn obvious what we’ve been up to.”

Alisha paused, her bag slung over her shoulder, socks on her feet, legs bare as she clutched her clothing in a fist. “Shit. The team.”

Devon waved her farther into the house. “Don’t worry about them. We have other things to concentrate on professionally when we get together. They won’t care if we’re fooling around.”

“But it’s not—”

Devon wasn’t going to let her even start down that path. Not after she’d finally given in and let him have a taste of how hot they were together. “It’s not typical, no. When people are sleeping together it can impair their judgment in a rescue situation. But, Alisha, face it. I’m going to watch you like a hawk no matter what. Which is in no way different than what I’ve already been doing. We’re part of a team that’s been together for years. You think I haven’t been willing to make the tough, snap decisions up to now? To do whatever I could to save your ass?”

She shook her head, following him into his bedroom. “You’re right. Our situation is different.”

“Damn right it is. There’s no rule in Lifeline about sex between employees being out of line, and I’d be just as willing to take a hit for Xavier’s ass as for yours.”

Alisha raised a brow. “Really? When will this hitting of asses take place, and can I watch?”

Hell. “You know what I mean.”

She tossed her bag onto the chair and grinned, crowding toward him. “I know you offered me food and fucking. Is there a particular order required to accept that deal?”

Her hands slipped over his skin, a teasing caress as she stroked her way from his waist up to his chest. Devon groaned happily as her fingernails flicked his nipples. “How about we see how long we can last before eating? I have a bit of strength left.”

“Me, too.” Alisha planted her palms against him, then pushed lightly. The force wasn’t enough to topple him to the mattress, not if he didn’t want to go.

He was no idiot. He couldn’t think of anything better than ending up flat on his back, Alisha staring down at him with that naughty expression in her eyes.

“You plan on taking advantage of me?” Devon asked.

She stepped between his knees and leaned forward to plant a hand on his abdomen. “Oh, you’ll like it. Just tell me you have more condoms.”

“Dresser, top drawer.” He pointed. “Bring a few.”

She laughed. “Cocky bastard.”

“That’s the point, isn’t it?”

She returned before he could adjust position. Alisha examined him and the bulge in his pants while wearing a very satisfied smile. “I will admit I’ve lusted over your body for years, Devon. You are mighty fine.”

“I aim to please. Although if you don’t stop looking and start doing, I won’t be the one waiting on my back for long.”

“Patience. You know that rule.”

His dick was at full strength again as she carefully lowered the waist on his pants, easing the elastic over his cock. “Move decisively. That’s what we need at this moment. Fuck—”

Alisha glanced up from where she’d licked the tip of his cock. “Decisive enough for you?”

He shook his head. “Not yet, but you’re on the right track.”

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked. Just the right amount of pressure, not nearly enough range of motion. “You need some lube to help you with that?”

“I’ve got it under control, thanks.”

Brain-busting, how she took control. Her tongue darted out again and again, teasing all around his cock. She hummed happily as she worked him over, slicking him up with her saliva until the pumps of her fist were smooth and far too precise to be ignored.

“In case you’re wondering, I like what you’re doing very much.” Alisha pulled him erect and lowered her mouth over the head of his cock, wet heat engulfing him. He panted for control, grabbing hold of the quilt to stop from catching her head in his hands and taking over. “Okay, like? Is wrong. I fucking love your mouth.”

He loosened his death grip on the sheets and propped himself on his elbows to get a better view. Watching and experiencing the sensations at the same time was the fast-track way to lose control, but hell if he cared. He could get it back up in record time.

He had four damn years of anticipation stored up.

Alisha held him at the base and dipped farther, the crown of his cock bumping her throat, and he swore. She did it again, but this time timed it perfectly so she opened her throat and he was completely enveloped, nothing but her mouth holding him.

Talking was impossible. Thinking was impossible. She worked him over until he forgot all his good intentions. His fingers were threaded in her hair and he was sitting up, Alisha kneeling on the floor between his legs as he guided her down his cock again and again.

A strand of blond hair fell over her forehead, and he clutched it aside, needing to see her face as she took him in. Alisha lifted her gaze, and sweet fuck, he lost it. The hard drag of her mouth, the look in her eyes, the sight of his cock stretching those perfect pouting lips—hard explosive jets shot from him as she maintained eye contact. Stared at him as his cock jerked, semen filling her. She swallowed, her throat visibly moving and he felt it all the way up his spine, as if she were sucking his brains out.

Which was fine by him. Any time she wanted to.

Alisha caught his wrists and pulled him back slightly, his cock still in her mouth but now resting on her lower lip as she licked him clean, and another shock wave rolled through him. “Holy shit.”

She smiled, his cock falling from her lips. She licked them, rocking away to sit on her heels. “Well, that was fun.”

Fun? “Hell, yeah.”

He caught her under the arms and draped her over him while his heart pounded. Her bare legs tangled with his, the heat of their bodies mixing together. She lowered her head to his chest and sighed happily. Her fingertips rested on his chest and she drew small circles on his skin. “I needed that.”

“Any time, any place, be my guest.” Devon stroked her hair, staring at the ceiling. They might have things to work on, but right now? He couldn’t bring himself to worry nearly as much as he should.

She squirmed upright far sooner than he wanted her to, straddling his waist, palms pressed to his chest as she examined him.

The colour of her eyes seemed different as she looked him over. “Are you wearing contacts?”

Alisha grinned. “No. Are my eyes blue right now?”

He nodded. “More blue than usual. Are you some kind of alien creature? Now that we’ve shared intimate contact you’re going to take over my brain?”

Her fingers stroked his cock and he couldn’t help his instant response. Her grin only got wider. “I’m already affecting one of your brains.”

She got that right.

He rolled them, trapping her under him and nuzzling her neckline, nipping his way back to her mouth to take in more kisses. Soft woman under him, her willing embrace enveloping him. Arms and legs catching him close—they would have been fucking again in three minutes flat if her stomach hadn’t grumbled like crazy.

They broke apart, Devon rising over her, even now reluctant to leave her warmth. “Tell me we’re coming right back here after I feed you.”