His body caged hers; her spine pressed against his chest as he listened to her pant, their fingers laced tightly together. Her knees sank into the mattress with their combined weight, but Caroline hardly noticed. She arched upward, body thrumming from the glide of power across her skin, intimate touches that lingered but offered no friction.

"I can do this all night, Caroline," Klaus breathed into her ear as she trembled, lip caught tightly between her teeth. "Stroke you with hot licks of power. Will you let me tie you to our bed, with silken ropes and feast on your breasts while I brush your clit with intangible fingers?"

Caroline shuddered as he slowly sheathed himself inside her; nipples tweaked, breasts massaged by hands she couldn't see, but burned along her skin.

"Nice party trick," Caroline said, nails biting into his skin, neck arching at the sensory overload. "Yet, I'm still at zero orgasms."

He hummed and soft, burning touches glided across her throbbing clit; his hips moving slowly, invisible hands tilting her hips as he pushed his cock roughly inside her.

"Would you like to come just like this? With nothing more than my cock inside you, my power against your skin. I can make you scream, without even moving."

Caroline panted between parted lips, unable to think clearly enough to respond. For all her sass, he was keeping her so close to that edge that her head was spinning. Invisible fingers plucked at her nipples, ghosted across her lips and his hold kept her unable to do more than tighten around him desperately.

"Move, Goddammit," Caroline bit out when it was clear he was waiting for a response. "Move."

That first thrust, and she gasped. His name and a string of profanity followed the second, by the fifth she was inarticulate with need. Caroline could only absorb each stroke of his cock, body a tightly wound wire.

"Gods, you're delicious," Klaus gasped as she pushed back into him, voice a low wail that caught with each thrust. "Sunshine and honey, your orgasms taste like sunshine and honey. Come for me, little love. Let me taste you; I need you on my tongue."

Her orgasm wrecked her; washed through system in a near painful wave, muscles locking tight. Klaus pushed through the clamp of her muscles, power playing against clit like a touch until he pulled her to him, lips and teeth against her skin as he shook. They collapsed against the bed, a sweaty mess of limbs.

"If I'm shimmering again, you're going to be in so much trouble," Caroline mumbled into the mattress, hardly comforted as he laughed against her spine.

"So grumpy," Klaus told her, brushing his lips against her shoulder. "I like the way my power glints golden on your skin."

"That's because you're a possessive bastard," she sighed, no bite in her words. "These are new sheets, right?"

Blunt teeth nipped her skin. "As if you weren't the one to pick them out."

Caroline cracked one eyes, let a smile curve her lips as he glowered at her. "We were supposed to join Marcel for dinner."

"Dinner was divine."

She flushed, rolled onto her back. "I wanted to ask him how to deal with this stupid glitter problem, does foundation cover it? Besides, some of us need more than good orgasms to sustain us."

Klaus angled his head, smiled. "I believe I offered to let you eat."

Caroline rolled her eyes. "And spend the next half-half hour pleasure dazed and high? I'll never get out of this bed."

"Good."

She poked his jaw, laughed as he chased her finger with his teeth. "So, this non-touching, touching…"

His smile turned wicked. "It makes phone sex far more interesting."

Her head came up and she blinked at him. "You can do that long distance?"

Klaus arched one brow and dimpled. "You wear my power along your skin."

Caroline stared at him, blinking before her eyes narrowed as she realized the connotations of that. "Klaus…"

"A delightful thought, isn't it? You in one of those prim skirts, thighs pressed together; desperately digging your nails into your office chair." He stroked a curl away from her face, watched the flush crawl into her cheeks.

"We're putting down ground rules." Caroline said firmly, trying not to shiver at the way he was looking at her. The way he dragged his gaze down the naked expanse of her body.

"Not tonight," Klaus all but purred before he hitched her thighs around his waist, the hard line of his cock rubbing against her slick entrance.

"Again?" Caroline gasped, hands gripping the sheets as he teased them both by slowly pushing inside her. Until she moaned, muscles an exquisite, slick vice.

"I can fill you like this whenever I want, whenever you need," he rasped as she wrapped her legs around him. "I can press against your skin and linger along your senses, until you're drowning in it, in me."

"You think very highly of yourself," Caroline choked out, obligingly spreading her thighs a little wider. She tossed her head back, moaned as he mouthed along the skin of her abdomen.

"Does it make you hot, Caroline, thinking of all the ways I can make you come?" Klaus licked her stomach, sucked until he'd marked skin. "That I don't even need to be in the room to have you riding my cock, clothes untouched, your delicious body played like the most delicate of instruments?"

She shuddered at the image, the dichotomy of being fucked while looking pristine. He smiled and kissed up her sternum to her clavicle, humming his approval as she ran her hands over his back; nails sharp little stings as he rolled his hips.

"You, bent over one of your filing cabinets, suddenly so full you can't breath? Next time one of your endless admirers is lingering in your office I'll tease you with my tongue, until you forget they're in the room, until you come in soft little waves that leave you relaxed and dazed. And if they were stupid enough to stay and watch, I'll carve out their intestines with my claws, drape the evidence of their stupidity around their necks."

Her nails cut into his skin, body rubbing shamelessly against his. His cock moved in slow, careful movements while his words stroked her.

"That's disgusting," Caroline told him, legs winding tighter around his waist. She rolled into his next thrust, head falling back to show her bare her throat as he deliberately ground their hips together. "Right there."

His lips skimmed her throat, incisors teasing her skin. "I'll take you like this, sweetheart. Slowly, fully until we're are both wrecked with it. Would you like my teeth in your skin when you come, Caroline? The pleasure of my bite lingering in your bones?"

She clenched around him and Klaus slowed his pace, watched her face as she moaned in protest. He kissed her, dragged his lips down her chin and sucked hard on her throat.

"Klaus - don't tease." Caroline finally managed, voice ragged. "I'm so close."

"I know," he soothed, licked her throat. Bit lightly, careful not to break skin. He shuddered at her moan, arousal and need a tight fist in his gut, control nearly gone. "Do you want my teeth, Caroline?"

"Yes."

His lips curled and she tightened her hold, body desperate for the hot burn of his teeth. Just to feel her a bit longer, he teased her with stinging bites, licked along her throat as his cock worked in and out in careful strokes. He waited until her breathed sobbed in her throat; until she scratched at his back, eyes blind with pleasure.

Then Klaus bit into the vein at her throat, drank deep as she came around him. She orgasmed silently, lips parted as her body took him into his own orgasm.

"Goddammit, Caroline. Do you realize how much money this cost me? I may not forgive you for this - couldn't you have held off another decade?"

Caroline woke with a jerk, sheet sliding down her torso as the arm banded around her waist pulled her back down. Blinking rapidly, she scrambled to yank the covers back up, a task made difficult by the incubus stubbornly cuddled into her back.

"Rebekah? I thought you were in New York?" Caroline managed, desperately trying to get her bearings. "Why are you here?"

"I have a major crisis on my hands, including treachery within the damn witches coven and you run… are you shimmering?"

Caroline ducked down, shook her head. "No."

Rebekah glowered, teeth audibly grinding. "You made a devil's bargain with my brother? Nik! She's mine!"

Klaus sighed against Caroline's skin, lips warm and lingering against the nape of her neck. "Go away, Rebekah."

"We're still debating the bargain," Caroline said hastily as Rebekah flushed red, temper making her eyes spark. She jumped when Klaus lightly pinched the underside of her breast.

"She's mine, Rebekah, as you well know," Klaus said finally, lifting his head. Whatever his expression, Rebekah pointed one manicured finger in his direction.

"I claimed her first." Rebekah growled. "You always do this! I finally get someone trained and you swoop in with your dick and ruin it."

"Marcel might argue that point, Rebekah, as I raised him." Klaus patted Caroline's hip as she pulled the sheet higher to hide her full body blush. "Even I draw the line at fucking family. As for Caroline, she claimed me."

"Don't you bring me into this," Caroline said firmly from behind the covers. "I did nothing of the sort."

"Rebekah, excuse us, would you? Caroline and I clearly need to revisit a few things."

Rebekah stomped her foot. "No I will not leave. You can bloody well skip your morning orgy and have a liquid breakfast. From the state of you this morning, you indulged more than enough last night!"

"I planned…" Klaus' words cut off thanks to Caroline's elbow. Cheeks still pink, she lowered the sheet.

"Give me half an hour, please. I need a shower."

"Fine. Nik, I swear I will storm in here with half the staff if she isn't in my office with her clipboard in that amount of time. While you might enjoy an audience, I don't think Caroline will."

The door slammed behind her and Caroline wondered if vampires could spontaneously combust. Closing her eyes, Caroline squeaked as she was suddenly pulled back across the few inches she'd gained. She gripped his wrist when his hand slid up her her stomach.

"Klaus, I need to shower."

"Give me fifteen minutes, and yes, we'll both need a shower." Klaus suggested, lips ghosting over her shoulder, free hand teasing her thigh.

"I require more than fifteen minutes to face Rebekah," Caroline protested, voice a little breathless. "She's right, you can't be hungry. Drink a blood bag."

"I'd rather have you," he cajoled, teeth biting lightly against her shoulder as his hand smoothed up her thigh, fingers finding her wet. Caroline shuddered, her nails digging into the wrist she still held. "Morning orgasms are good for you."

"You're a menace," she moaned as her thighs parted, hips rolling against the slow strokes of his fingers. Klaus smiled against her shoulder, shifted his hand to cup her breast until she trembled in his arms; until the movements of her hips became frantic. The he rolled them, smiled at her flushed, panting face.

Savored her.

"I'll let Rebekah know you'll be late."

"What? Klaus!" She started, stopped when he teased her with his cock; rubbing the tip along the wettest part of her, across her clit until they both moaned; until she forget about Rebekah, and the shower, before he sheathed himself.

Caroline's lashes fluttered as he moved, lifting her hips to meet each thrust. Klaus bent and kissed her throat, scraping with incisors just hard enough to break skin. Caroline clenched tight around him, her hands digging into the muscles of his back. He licked at the taste of her until she healed; savored her cries.

Caroline arched against him, her orgasm as wild and delicious as the taste of her. That little, hitching moan as he came inside her more so. Shuddering as he took his fill, he was content to breath against her - this little vampire who was finally where she belonged.

"I'm going to tie you to the bed next time," Caroline said finally, voice a little dazed. "Really, Klaus?"

Klaus snorted, and lifted his head to look at her. Her blood lingered on his lips, flecked against his chin and her gut clenched at the sight, monster crawling along her eyes. He smiled then, a glorious nightmare who was entirely too distracting.

"Fancy your own breakfast?"

Pulling her pleasure numb limbs into some kind of movement, she pushed at his chest. "Seriously? I'm already running late and I refuse to be naked the next time Rebekah comes stomping in here - entourage or no entourage. Move!"

"Would you like help washing your back?" His dimples tempted, blood a siren song.

"You're terrible!" Caroline laughed, but she pushed until he moved and then scrambled off the bed. "No."

"Come now love, I had to offer. You flushed from steam, all pretty pink and wet?"

"Stop talking. I can't hear you - blah blah blah. Stay out of the shower!" Caroline ordered as she shut the bathroom door. She gave herself a moment to absorb what was apparently her new normal and then threw herself into the shower.

Enzo had better have kept her files organized.

"Now gorgeous, don't growl at me. I wasn't the one digging through your files and touching your things. You should in fact thank me, as I kept the digital copies straight."

"I'm going to kill them." Caroline breathed, eyes taking in the files stacked haphazardly on her desk, filing cabinets left open and loose paper in small stacks. Her beautifully organized office had become a war zone.

"That's surprisingly merciful of you."

"I'm going to rip out their internal organs, rip off their goddamn limbs, grind them into bloody paste, feed it to them and then I'm going to kill them." Her words were bitten out between clenched teeth, hands opening and closing at her sides.

"Ah, there we go," Enzo said in amusement. "Think of the mess, Caroline. I won't be there to clean it up this time."

"Seriously?" Caroline demanded, looking around the remains of what had once been her pristine office. "Did they let wolves in here?"

"No one else would step foot in here," Rebekah said as she breezed in. She paused, blinking at the sight. "Well, this is unexpected."

"Rebekah…"

"Luckily, Kol rooted out the treachery this morning and I don't actually need you." Rebekah continued. "This is a mess. Fix it."

Caroline stared at her, hands curling into fists. Rebekah arched one brow, staring down her nose. Teeth bared, Caroline stepped towards the original but was interrupted by Enzo.

"Hello, sweetness. When are you going to come see me?"

"Oh, it's you." Rebekah sighed heavily. "Why hasn't Elijah killed you yet?"

"Now, sweetness, we both know that you love me. And I'm sure Elijah has considered my death multiple times, but fortunately for us both, Katerina finds me amusing." His voice lowered, tone coaxing. "Admit you miss me."

"Are you flirting with Rebekah?" Caroline demanded, looking at her phone in confusion. "Is that why you've sworn off blondes?"

"I've just been particular," Enzo told her. "Rebekah here keeps shutting me down."

Rebekah rolled her eyes, but a smile curved the corner of her lips. "But crushing your pathetic soul under my boot is fun. I'll make sure you're not disturbed, but do get this cleaned up. And remember, you're both still grounded for another decade."

Caroline sighed as Rebekah flounced out. "Seriously, it was only a fire."

"I think Elijah was offended by the riots, doll. He still twitches when someone mentions it."

"So sensitive, the older ones. They were tiny riots, anyway." Caroline sighed and glanced around the room. "I'm going to transfer you to the office line. This is going to take some time. I'm serious, Enzo. I'm going to have freaking pelts for carpet."

"I look forward to seeing the new decorating scheme when we're allowed out of time out."

"Don't think this gets you out if telling me about Rebekah. Why is this the first I've heard of it? I've drank you under the table enough I feel like this topic should have been mentioned."

"Vampires who are getting sexed up by dimpled Incubus shouldn't throw stones. Come on doll, you look at the mess and I'll cross reference the digital side of things and we'll both get laid after."

"You're doing to tango with someone else while flirting with Rebekah? Are you insane?" Caroline muttered as she transferred the line. "I prefer you mostly dead."

"She's knows where I am if she wants me."

"Seriously?"

"Files, gorgeous."

"Fine, but I'm going to remember this." Caroline warned as she settled for the attentions detailed work.

"Of that, I have no doubt."

They had to go over every file, to check that all flagged documents were still there as well as look for new information. Caroline strongly wished they could just keep everything digitalization, but some information was best kept off servers. And sometimes, as all handwritten note categorized as useless wasn't.

She was bent over the third of four filing cabinets, when she felt the first brush against her thigh. Caroline had been bent over long enough that her back was complaining and even Enzo was starting to flag. Setting her teeth, she just shifted, annoyed and frustrated and so close to committing murder.

So it took a moment to realize that those featherlight touches, the slow stroke against the back of her knees wasn't the edge of her skirt. Pushing up straight, breath catching in her throat, she stared at her shut door. Surely, he wouldn't…

A slow stroke across her abdomen, just inside the band if her skirt clarified that he would. That he was. Her mouth ran dry, body suddenly hypersensitive to each unexpected touch. Caroline was pissed about her files, annoyed at Rebekah and the idea of Klaus dragging the invisible hands along her skin while anyone could walk in was arousing as hell.

"All well, gorgeous? You went quiet."

She swallowed, licked her lips. "I just realized how long we've been at this."

"I'm trying not to look at the clock. Want to take a break? Let a vampire find a snack?"

Heat shifted along her thighs, palms sliding along her skin and Caroline gripped the cabinet with her hands, shivering at the pleasant sensation. Her thighs parted as far as she could manage in her skirt, lashes fluttering as knuckles dragged along the front of her panties.

"Is this a quickie or something a little longer? Because I want this done today, Enzo."

She jumped as her nipples were tweaked, the unexpected feel of it while he was teasing her clit sending heat straight to her gut. Biting down hard on her lip to stop a moan, she determinedly walked to her desk. Ignoring the wobble to her knees, she braced her hands on her desk, breathing carefully through her nose as she reached for the phone to disconnect.

The heat vanished from her skin.

Caroline froze. Ignoring Enzo's protests that he'd learned his lesson, she slowly placed her palms back on her desk. Heat slide down her back, a single fingertip trailing along the bumps of her spine, and she hesitated as she worked through what he wanted.

Phone, on.

Hands on desk.

She should be annoyed, remembering his words from that morning. Knowing this was part possessive display - she'd just spent hours talking with Enzo, was still talking with Enzo. Her bad mood must have been palpable, because no one had bothered knocking at her door since she'd snarled at someone earlier.

But…

Lip caught between her teeth, she swallowed hard. She wasn't annoyed. Caroline would never have considered this second-hand voyeurism to be hot, but she could feel how damp her panties were at the thought, the flush of heat crawling up her neck wasn't all a blush.

"Okay," she breathed, eyes scanning the papers on her desk, looking for anything that might buy her a few moments without needing to responded to Enzo directly. "Are you sure they didn't touch the digital catalog of packs?"

"That's your territory, doll."

"Yeah, well? I'm up to my eyeballs in disorganized paper trails, so go check the last used date and tell me if anything looks off. Weren't you bragging about never forgetting important facts?"

"Now you're just being mean."

Caroline didn't bother to answer, hips rolling because Klaus had replaced the rough stroke of knuckles against her clit with the feeling of his tongue. She had no idea how he managed to alter textures, but it felt amazing. Head tilted back, she struggled to stay quiet and upright.

"Bloody ridiculous, how many files you have here. Do we really need them all?"

"Don't make me hurt you," she managed, voice a little ragged as insubstantial fingers pushed inside her, heat dancing across her skin in random patterns. Enzo grumped back, but all she cared about was the dexterity if the tongue licking at her slit, brushing her clit. The urge to reach for her breasts, slid her hands under her clothes left her trembling.

As if he sensed her thought, he changed the angle of his tongue and soft touches teased her nipples. Swallowing a whimper, she pressed her hands into the desk desperately, but just as quickly as she was arching into that touch, it disappeared. Eyes flying open, she glared at the door and parted her lips to snarl when the unmistakable feeling of Klaus's cock pushed in from an angle that would have never worked physically.

Her knees crumpled. She barely had the presence of mind to hit the mute button as she went down, fingers slapping the buttons loudly. Uncaring that she was on the floor, that she'd banged her tailbone she could moaned loudly at the next thrust.

The angle, the searing heat of him filling her pushed her straight into an orgasm. She came with her nails digging into the carpet, completely uncaring about Enzo's voice droning in the background or that someone might walk in to see her sprawled on the floor with her legs splayed and chest heaving. Staring up at her desk, she shivered at the last lingering stroke against her clit and swallowed.

They definitely needs ground rules.

Pushing to her feet, she fanned her herself, blood still too warm. Caroline froze when realized the phone had gone silently. Flushing for an entirely different reason, she braced herself and I muted the line.

"Take a break, Enzo."

"Will do, and Caroline?"

"Yes?" She questioned, determined to brazen it out.

"Thanks for muting the line, as I personally prefer my guts where they are. How was that orgasm, gorgeous?"

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