The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 121

Jason’s POV

I stepped out of my office just in time to see and hear Marcus slam his phone down with force. I moved to Marcus’s office,

right next to mine and peered in The Beta was frowning at the phone.

“Everything alright, Marcus?” I asked.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Doesn’t seem like it. Who was that on the phone?”

Marcus clenched his jaw, and I knew. He didn’t have to say anything.

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I guessed, “It was Vanessa, wasn’t it.”

“I didn’t want to trouble you with it,” Marcus said. “But yes, it was. I handled it though.”

“Thank you. That’s a relief.” Or at least, it should have been. Instead, I felt a pang of disappointment. I tried to shake away feeling, remembering what she had done, but it was difficult.

I just kept thinking about her soft lips against mine, or the way she spread her legs so sweetly for me.

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“If she reaches out again, please continue to run interference,” I said. “I don’t want to speak with Vanessa. I might never want to again.”

Even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. I already wanted to speak to her, to find out why she had done this. If she had interest in me… if she had just said so…

That didn’t matter now.

“I’m going to do a few things yet in the office,” I said. “I don’t want to be disturbed.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Marcus said.

Moving away from him, I entered the office, carefully closing the door behind me. I’d already decided I was done working for the night, but now there was something else I needed to do.

My body was still alight with desire, and there were no drugs involved at all this time. My mind kept replaying the flashes I remembered most from when I had Vanessa here.

I moved to the desk. Everything was back in place now, but not too long ago, I had her here, pushed down on the wood, while I slammed my dick inside of her.

Inside of my pants, my dick was rising to attention again, begging for me to relive that moment, if only in fantasy.

Maybe I should have ignored it. I tried to, for a moment. Tried to think of other things. Snowy days. Icicles. Cold showers. But then, even among those unsexy thoughts, a flash of Vanessa’s face twisted in pleasure filled my mind. And then, in another flash, Vanessa was Laila.

Just like that, the lust became too big to ignore. Standing where I had stood when I’d fucked her, I pulled down my zipper, and pulled out my cock.

Pretending she was still there, still begging for it, writhing on my desk, I began to stroke myself, moving slowly at first, and then with increased speed, trying to mimic the way it had been.

I squeezed my eyes shut, imaging Laila there with me, her legs wrapped around me, her head thrown back on the desk.

And those noises she’d made.

Jason. Ah! Please. Ooh.

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It was enough to drive a man to the brink.

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After, I sat at my desk and reflected, shamed by my own desire for the woman I should hate. Yet I didn’t hate her. Not at all. Which was part of what made her so dangerous. Which was why I had to keep her out of my life for good. It was safer that way, I didn’t know what her goals were, and I didn’t trust my body’s attraction to her.

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