Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Sir… please… fuck me.”
“That’s not very respectfully, Mrs. Whelan.” He slaps my ass and grips my hair tighter. “Try again.”
I yelp and moan. “Sir… please… fill my dripping wet pussy.”
“Better.” His tip teases me up and down. “Much better.”
Then he sinks in to the hilt.
Fuck, it feels so good. I didn’t expect this today, which only makes it so much better. He fills me to the brim and I collapse forward onto his desk, spilling some pens and clattering his keyboard sideways as he fucks me.
“Look at you… filthy fucking girl… taking your boss’s big cock in his office…” He slams into my pussy, fucking me wildly. “You walk around like such a proper girl, but when I’m inside you… you’re a little slut.”
“Oh, god, yes, I’m your fucking slut.”
“You’re my slut, sir.”
“Sir!” He spanks my ass and fucks me harder. “Oh, god, yes!”
“You want to come for me, don’t you, Mrs. Whelan?”
“Please, I need it, god, I need it.”
“You want to come in my office, you dirty girl? You think you’ve earned that?”
“I work hard! Sir!”
“That’s right, Mrs. Whelan, you deserve to make a mess of my fucking cock.”
His filthy words trigger me. I can’t stop myself as I shatter for him. I come hard as he fills me over and over, pumping deep as the explosion ruins me. I’m a mess when he pulls out and pushes me to my knees, but not so much that I can’t take his dick in my mouth and suck him until he finishes on my tongue.
I lap him up as he admires me.
“Make sure you clean everything nice and tidy,” he says lovingly. “We have work to do.”
“Yes, sir.” I lick his thick shaft and smile. “Yes, we do.”
Chapter 28
Declan
Casey doesn’t leave my sight.
I keep seeing her with that knife against her spine. My head’s a mess every time I let myself drift off. To hell with worrying about whether she’s safer at home without me. I can’t stand to be in a different room than her, let alone in different parts of the city.
At first, I can tell the Whelan associates find it strange. It’s not common for a crime boss to bring his wife along with him on important business. But I quickly make it clear that Casey is my assistant and if anyone has a problem with that, they can take it up with me personally.
Nobody actually complains.
She’s sharp, clever, and notices things I miss. After one meeting with a man who helps run our poker tables, she mentions that he contradicted himself once—and sure enough, that little mistake revealed that he’d been skimming off the top of family profits for years. Seamus laughed when I told him it was Casey who figured it out.
“Give that girl a promotion,” he says over the phone.
I glance at my wife. She’s sitting in the seat next to me trying not to look proud of herself. “I already did when I married her.”
She rolls her eyes at that.
There’s the sex too. Every spare minute we find throughout the day, my hands are all over her. Sometimes it’s only to sneak a few desperate kisses in before the next meeting begins. Sometimes it’s to fuck her deep and rough until she shatters all over my dick. We throw ourselves into play, and if she’s still angry with me, she doesn’t hold it back.
If anything, she’s fucking me like she holds a grudge against my cock.
We get home late that night. I can tell she’s tired as she trudges upstairs and turns toward her room. I drift away, bracing myself for the inevitable, which comes about two seconds after she opens her door.
“Uh, Declan, what the hell is this?”
I turn casually in her direction, pretending innocence. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Cut the crap. My room looks like it’s been ransacked.”
“Oh, does it?” I touch my chin thoughtfully. “That might be because I told the staff to move your things with mine.”
I turn and walk away. I hear her follow right on my heels. “What the hell?”
Just as ordered, the house staff placed her clothing in drawers and hung her things in the closet in my master room. It’s not the room my father and mother shared for all those years, but it’s one of the largest and most well-appointed. Casey looks at it like there’s garbage all over the floor.
“I thought we had an agreement.” She doesn’t step foot across the threshold as I start to undress.
I crack my neck and sigh. “Agreements change.”
“Declan.”
“Casey.”
“This isn’t funny. I want my stuff back in my room. It’s been nice working together—”
I raise my eyebrow. “You mean, it’s been nice getting fucked into submission between meetings.”
Her cheeks turn red. “That’s fine too.”
“Here’s how things are going to be from now on.” I toss my jacket aside and begin unbuttoning my shirt. “You will not leave my side, not ever, not for a second longer than is absolutely necessary.”