Allison peeled her hands away from him, knowing that he would be sensitive. While he caught his breath, Allison cleaned the both of them up with her shirt, carefully maneuvering around his sensitivity. Gently, she tucked him back into his jeans and buttoned them back up. Done with that, Allison stood up and went for the door.
"Where are you going?" he panted.
Her grin over her shoulder was all feminine satisfaction. "To fix lunch. Gotta make sure you're fed. You tend not to eat unless I make you. You can return the favor for this little interlude tonight."
And then she was gone. Body loose and satisfied, Deucalion cleared his throat and bent back over his desk. How had she known that he needed just what she'd given him?
Before she came back to grab him for food, he actually managed to
