Chapter 241

Randy’s POV

Emily’s grin had turned naughty, despite still fastening her clothing back on. “We’ll continue. Don’t worry. It’s just that we’ve been in my office for a while now, and we’ve been making indiscreet noises. If we get a decent amount of clothing back on, then it won’t be such a big deal if somebody comes to check on me.”

Once her clothing had been returned to a respectable state, she stepped back toward me, leaning in against my chest and kissing me deeply. She slid her hand inside my pants again, running her fingertips around the rim of my head, and my erection pulsed back to life.

I deepen the kiss, searching her tongue out with mine, at the same time slipping my hand inside her pants. My fingers pressed along the insides of her folds, wrapping themselves on either side of her sensitive nub, rubbing the delicate spot.

She moaned into my mouth, which excited me further. It didn’t take more than a few moments for us to find the rhythm that we’d been in before she’d ordered us to dress.

Somehow, the idea of her coworkers checking in on us made the moment feel even more wicked and delicious. I pressed myself into her opening, and she returned the favor on my shaft. Our hands worked each other’s erogenous spaces, and our lips drowned out the sounds of our indiscretion.

I knew she was close to another orgasm when her grip on my shoulder tightened. Under other circumstances, the squeeze might have been painful, but the twinge just drove me faster.

I thrust against her palm, pressure mounting inside my groin. Just a few more strokes.

Emily jerked against my fingers, biting at my lip and groaning out her ecstasy.

I desperately thrust again when someone knocked on the door.

“Shit,” she murmured into my lips.

But it was too late for me to pause. With another push, I came into her hand. I pressed my face to her shoulder to cover any noises as I spasmed out the last of my cum in her grip. Since there was now undoubtedly someone close enough to hear, I didn’t want to get her in trouble.

She hooked her chin over my shoulder. “In a minute,” she called to the door and the knocker.

“I have the paperwork on Mr. Bobben. It needs your signature so that we can discharge him.”

“I’m in the middle of something at the moment,” she said. “I’ll be out to sign it in a few minutes when my lunch ends.”

“I’ll have them at the nurse’s desk,” the nurse called through the door.

“Thank you.” Emily buried her face in my shoulder, giggles shaking her body. “I’m so glad you’re not here on a regular basis,” she murmured, “or I’d end up fired for indecent behavior.”

I pulled my hand out of her pants, and she did the same grabbing tissues off the desk to clean up.

I chuckled. “I think I’m capable of supporting a wife. And I don’t think what we did was indecent. If you got fired, I can’t see that it would be a big deal.”

She gave me a look of half-serious indignation. “It wouldn’t be a big deal to you,” she emphasized. “I told you that I’m not ready to retire.” She cocked her head. Her smile was a bit playful. “But if one’s going to be fired, at least getting there would be fun this way.”

I threw the tissues in the trash and adjusted my clothes. “You switched to buttons around at the bottom,” I said, pointing to her shirt.

She quickly redid the buttons and smoothed out her outfit. “Do I look presentable?” she asked.

“You look edible,” I answered. “But no, I don’t think anybody will guess what we’ve been doing.”

She gave a short nod. “Well, I guess that’s all of my lunch break. I should get back to work.”

“Okay then,” I agreed. “How long until you’re sending Helen home?”

She pressed her lips together and thought. “Probably the day after tomorrow. Caring for twins takes some getting used to, and we don’t want to rush her out the door. But it’s also good for mom and babies to recover in their own home. They should be there getting acquainted with each other instead of worrying about when the nurse is going to check their blood pressure and temperatures next.”

I nodded at her. “I’m gonna come pick them up so they can both focus on the babies on the way home. I’m planning to borrow one of the company vans. That way, they can each sit in a seat with the babies.”

“You’re such a good beta,” she praised, patting me on the head like I was a pet. “King Justin’s lucky to have you.”

I rode to my next stop on a bit of a high. My body still tingled with the after-effects of the best orgasms I’d had in quite a while. My emotions were on overload between my love for Emily, my squishy feelings toward the newborn twins, and my happiness for Justin and Helen.

And I was on my way to pay it forward. My next stop was Hollow Oaks and the pixies.

Their settlement in the giant stump sat not too far from the True Mate’s headquarters. I parked in my usual spot, but instead of heading into my office, I made for the forest.

Fall had come in with a vengeance over the last week or so. Many of the leaves were off the trees now, and it was easy to see the branches in the skeletal lacework. I’d need to check with Freya and make sure the stump would keep the colony warm enough during the winter months.

They weren’t hooked up to a power grid, and I couldn’t imagine them burning anything for warmth while residing inside a tree stump. Leaves crunched under my feet, and in the shade, my breath came out in white clouds.

But when I got close to the stump settlement of Hollow Oaks, a warm glow radiated around the entire stump. Magic. Of course, they would protect themselves with magic. I didn’t need to worry.

The stump was studded with arching holes about five centimeters from top to bottom. These had to be windows and doors, but I couldn’t tell which were which. I also had no idea where in the stump Freya lived.

I certainly didn’t want to just knock on the stump. I couldn’t imagine the reverberations that would set off. So I settled for peaking in one. It took a moment to focus on what I was seeing. Then I jerked back.

Oh. So that was how the pixies did it. The tiny room had been full of bright little bodies, all engaged in various sexual acts, playing with multiple partners. Then again, they didn’t have the genetic dominance to breed new pixies with whatever mate they chose.

The few remaining pixies would have to create the necessary genetic diversity amongst themselves. Multiple partners made sense. So, then was their little orgy a result of necessity, or had they been so frisky before?

“Uh, Freya?” I called to the stump.

A moment later, she buzzed out of the window I’d peeked in, fluttering a few inches from my face. “Hi, Randy. What’s the news?” her small voice twinkled out.

“Helen finally had her twins,” I announced. “A boy named Luke and a girl named Aurora. They’re adorable, and everyone is healthy.”

“Fantastic,” she chirped. “I’ll buzz by and visit soon.”

“She’d like that,” I agreed.

“Um. I’m kind of busy.” She pointed back at the stump. “So if that was all . . .”

I blushed. “Go ahead. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

“I wanted to know about Helen, and it’s not like you can call me on a cell phone,” she joked. “See you later.”

She buzzed straight back in the window, and I hurried off, trying not to think too much about pixie sex.