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Hunter’s dark face scowled down at her. “He better not break
your heart or I’ll break him in half.”

Laughing at the very familiar warning he used to give her
every time she went on a date with Monk, Kitty reached up to kiss his cheek.
“Love you.”

Wandering around the gym, Kitty kept her eye open for Monk
while talking with various relatives and people from town as well as the
out-of-towners from Ram’s side of the guest list. It was almost easy to forget
about the car incident and the fur problem back in New York because everyone
was just so thrilled for Daisy and Ram. Or better yet, they were thrilled with
the food Zach Trahan had provided through his catering service. There’d almost
been a scuffle between Kitty’s first-grade teacher, who happened to be another
aunt, and some music producer’s girlfriend in front of the crab bisque.

Kitty grabbed a glass of champagne and moved off to the side
to get a better view of the room. She sure hoped
Tante
Claudette and
Nonc
Thomas had been putting money aside for the wedding, because if this was the
guest list, St. Patrick’s Church would be packed to full capacity with more
people spilling outside.

Something hit her shoulder, making her jump. She glanced at
her dress, but didn’t see anything. Shaking her head, she went back to her
perusal of the crowd. Monk had to be somewhere out there. She’d tried sniffing
him out, but there were far too many shifters, not to mention humans who’d
doused themselves in perfume and cologne.

A little ball of something pinged against her shoulder again
and this time Kitty looked around. If some brat thought it was funny to shoot
spitballs at her while she was wearing this dress, she was going to scare the
shit out of them. But when she glared at the people nearest to her, they were
busy with each other. No one was paying her any attention.

“Psst,” someone hissed behind her.

Kitty glanced over her shoulder at the maintenance door
leading to the announcer’s booth. Seductive green eyes met her startled gaze
with a knowing look. Monk peeked out the door and crooked his finger at her.

Heart thumping with forbidden excitement, Kitty looked
around to make sure no one noticed and slinked to the door. Monk snagged her
hand as soon as she was close enough and pulled her into the small hallway, the
door closing behind her.

Before Kitty could ask what he thought he was doing, even
though she already knew, she found herself pressed against the door, Monk’s
lips on hers in a hot, wet kiss that made her bones melt. His hands seemed to
be everywhere at once, her skin sizzling with every touch. She wanted to tear
her dress off and mount him right then and there. Kitty hooked her right leg
around his hips to grind her aching mound against the bulge in his trousers.

They both groaned at the contact, but to her surprise Monk
pulled back. “Wait,” he whispered against her mouth. “C’mon, baby. I want to
show you something.”

Their fingers laced together in a familiar hold that brought
her back to high school and a time when Kitty would have followed him anywhere.
As he led her up a set of stairs, she mused that not much had changed in
fifteen years.

Monk could scent Kitty’s arousal as he guided her upstairs
to the press box above the gym. If he hadn’t remembered everything he wanted to
do to her, he would have taken her against the door, but he’d spent the last
hour getting everything as romantic as he could in a school gym. His balls
ached from the seductive thoughts flooding his mind, each one starring Kitty
naked and all his. He had it bad for her. Very bad and he loved every second of
it.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he let Kitty take in the
changes he’d made and waited for her reaction. He’d snagged a bottle of
champagne, a couple of glasses and two plates of food, but he hadn’t stopped
there. He’d found some velvet curtains that used to hang up in the auditorium
and made them a bed on the floor of the booth. The lights from the gym below
filtered into the room, allowing them to see, but not be seen. He hoped.

Kitty’s fingers squeezed his. “You did this?”

“As soon as I left you standing in line.”

She looked at him, her dark eyes wide. “Thank you, it’s
romantic.”

Monk wouldn’t be male if his chest didn’t puff out at her
breathless words. Even his cougar purred despite the cat thinking this was a
waste of time.
Told you so
, he muttered to the cat who ignored him. He
wanted to squeeze her tight to him, his heart thundering at the thought of her
near miss, but his mate wasn’t a woman to be coddled.

Unable to help himself any longer, Monk cupped her jaw and
tilted her face up to his. This time the kiss was a little softer, sweeter than
the one they’d shared earlier, but it was no less powerful. It was a
reaffirmation for him that she was safe with him and an unspoken promise to
keep her safe. He heard Kitty’s breath catch in her throat, felt her tremble
against him, her body snuggled up to his. He deepened the kiss, his hands
stroking over her back, the silk sliding beneath his palms.

“Wait,” she whispered against his mouth when he would have
tugged up the skirt.

She stepped back and reached behind her to release something
magical because with a shimmy of her body, the dress slid down, revealing her
proud breasts, rounded stomach, full hips and the glossy, bare lips of her
pussy before the silk pooled on the floor at her feet. Monk’s heart was
somewhere in his groin. This female did things to him that no other woman could
compete with.

Kitty bent over at the waist to tackle her shoes, but he
said, “No, leave them on and bend exactly like that over the desk.”

Her heart-shaped face tilted up and she looked at him before
she swung her gaze around to stare at the desk that stood against the windows
looking down at the court. Her breathing quickened, the scent of her arousal
grew heavier in the close confines of the booth.

Monk started to strip out of his suit, watching her profile
as she nibbled on her bottom lip. “You know you want to. You think I haven’t
realized you’re an exhibitionist, baby? You like to be fucked when you think we
might be caught. You want someone to glance up and see you bent over, me
standing behind you as I pound my cock into you.” She whimpered. “But they
can’t hear us, or see us, I promise. Just be a good girl and bend over the
desk.”

He carefully draped his suit over the arm of the only chair
in the room and waited to see what his mate would do. She glanced at him, her
eyes widening as she took in his nude body. She licked her lips, her gaze
centered on his cock. Monk fisted himself, stroking slowly. He’d learned she
loved giving head, a major bonus for him since he definitely liked receiving it
from her.

“You want a taste first?” he asked in a husky tone.

She nodded, her breathing ragged. “Yes.”

“Come here,” he said pointing to the floor in front of him.

Kitty straightened, the heels making her legs look even
longer, and swayed to him before she fell to her knees. Tilting her head back,
she stared up at his face as she ran her hands up his legs. Pre-cum pearled at
the tip of his cock and she wet her lips again.

“Take me all the way in,” he ordered. His control was
slipping just from having her at his feet. Oh, he knew she wasn’t submissive to
him at all. She gave in to his orders only because she wanted to, not because
she felt he was more dominant. And that was far better than a female born to
submit.

Without using her hands, she opened her mouth and engulfed
his cock in one motion. He almost stopped breathing at the sensation of her
throat working around him. The first time she’d done that, he’d wanted to kill
the bastard who taught her how to deep-throat until she told him she’d learned
it from listening to her gay friends. Now he could only appreciate the way her
tongue stroked the underside of his cock as her throat rippled around him.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted, balls tingling with the need to
come. Already. But then Kitty always shot him to the edge when they were making
love.

He fisted her hair in his hands and began a slow, shallow
thrust into her mouth. She moaned around his dick, the sound traveling up his
spine. Her fingernails dug into his thighs for a moment before one of her hands
slipped between his legs to cup his balls, rolling them around in her hand in
time with his thrusts.

“Fuck, Kitty-Cat, you’re gonna make me come.” Her sucking
became harder, more determined, her cheeks hollowing out. She kept her dark
eyes on his face the entire time, as though half her pleasure in the act came
from watching him lose it. “Is that what you want, baby? You want me to come
down your throat?”

She gently scraped her teeth against his glans and Monk had
to clamp his jaw tight to keep from shouting as his cock exploded, his seed
jetting into her mouth. His knees threatened to buckle even as his hips jerked.
His Kitty was ready for it though, swallowing him without spilling a drop. Once
the compulsive jerks of his body ended, Kitty carefully licked him clean,
making him hiss.

“Thank you,” she whispered with a grin and a twinkle in her
eye.

Monk gripped her head tight and tilted her back to kiss her,
tasting himself on her lips. He loved this woman with every fiber of his body
and soul. He pulled away from her decadent mouth and bit her bottom lip hard
enough to make her jump.

“Go bend over the fucking desk, Kitty Marie,” he ordered and
was rewarded by her indrawn breath. “Now.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” she muttered with a pout even
as she got to her feet and walked over to the desk.

No, she didn’t walk. She sashayed, her hips swaying from
side to side in an exaggerated stride that made his limp cock twitch with
interest. Then the little minx bent over the desk, legs straight, and wiggled
her ass at him.

She peeked over her shoulder. “Like this?” she asked with
clear challenge in her voice.

Monk strode over to her, ready to drive her insane. “Exactly
like that.”

She knew it was dangerous to tug the cougar’s tail, but
Kitty couldn’t help herself. His flavor still lingered on her lips, all salty
spice and she loved it. She loved to watch him lose control, the way the cords
in his neck would distend, the way his eyes gleamed like emeralds, and when he
groaned her name, she could almost orgasm from that alone.

And now he was going to make her pay. The thought had her
pussy creaming and her thighs squeezing together to try to appease some of the
ache between them. Kitty propped herself on her elbows and peeked over the edge
of the windows facing the gym. She couldn’t believe she was doing this with her
parents, hell her entire family and people she’d known most of her life, within
eyesight.

Something wet and faintly raspy darted up the back of her
leg making her squeak.

“Shh, baby, you don’t want to get as loud as you do
sometimes,” Monk cautioned her, the heat of his breath moving closer and closer
to her hungry core. “You don’t want those hundreds of people to know you’re up
here about to have your cunt eaten out, do you?”

She sucked in a deep breath. Monk’s dirty talk turned her on
almost as much as he did. God, there really were a lot of people down there,
but their faces blurred as her arousal increased. Monk’s hands cupped her
thighs, his thumbs spreading her nether lips open.

“Look how wet you are,” he marveled, his thumbs massaging
her labia. He blew a stream of cool air over her exposed pussy, making Kitty
shiver. “I love how wet it makes you to think of someone looking up at any
minute to see your face flush with pleasure as I eat you out. You want that, don’t
you?”

Kitty couldn’t answer. Not with his tongue sliding down her
slit until he found her clit. She whimpered, biting her lip as he latched on to
the sensitive nubbin of flesh and suckled.

“Oh God,” she whispered. He released her clit to lap at it,
lashing with his tongue until more moisture coated her sex. “Oh God, Monk.
Please don’t tease me.”

He lifted his mouth for a moment, but didn’t stop his
torment, two of his fingers sliding deep inside her hungry pussy. “It’s only
teasing if I don’t follow through, Kitty-Cat. And I definitely plan to follow
through.” He thrust in her shallow and slow, not keeping to any particular
rhythm. “I’m gonna make you come, baby, and then I’m gonna lap up every ounce
of cream you give me and then I’m gonna make you cream again so I can fuck you
fast and hard.” He twisted his fingers inside her, finding a spot that made her
eyes roll with pleasure. “And when you come either time, you can’t scream.
Unless you really do want someone to see us. I can almost picture it,” he continued
in a tone that would have been more conversational if it weren’t for the
rumbling growl beneath every word.

“I’ll have you sittin’ on the edge of the desk, your legs
spread as wide as they’ll go.” His Cajun accent grew thicker the more aroused
he became. Kitty closed her eyes, picturing his words, her hips rocking back in
the hopes he’d fuck her harder with his fingers. “I’ll slide my cock all way in
and stay still because there’s nothin’ more beautiful than the sight of your
pussy stretched around me until I’m soaked.”

She was going to come. He must have realized because he
eased up on his thrusts. “And then, once you start getting all impatient and
hungry, I’m going to fuck you so hard we’re going to rock this big desk. It’ll
sound as if a giant is knockin’ on the roof and everyone’ll be lookin’ around
trying to figure out where the sound is comin’ from. And then you’ll come
around me, your pussy creaming so much it soaks my balls.”

Kitty let out a sharp gasp, her body going tense as he gave
her clit a light tap. Her inner muscles clamped around his fingers as she
bucked her hips back, soft moans escaping her.