Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I pull back just enough to look her in the eye, my fingers still buried deep inside her. “Is this what you want?” I ask, my voice rough with need. I’m not going to take her like this unless she says it, out loud, where anyone could walk in and hear.
She nods, frantic, and grabs my wrist, pressing my fingers deeper. “Yes. Please. Don’t stop.”
I growl, actually fucking growl, and drop to my knees. Her thighs part for me like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The first taste of her is so fucking sweet I almost black out. I bury my face between her legs, licking and sucking her clit while my fingers fuck her hard and deep. She fists her hand in my hair and drags me closer.
She comes fast, loud, not even pretending to hold it in. Her hips buck against my mouth, and she clamps down on my hand so tight I feel the pulse of her orgasm from wrist to shoulder. The sound of it echoes in the glass-and-steel conference room, and if anyone is outside, they’ll hear every fucking second.
But I’m not done with her. Not even close.
I stand up, my cock straining against my pants, and I yank them down just enough to free myself. She’s still panting, her chest heaving, but her eyes are locked on mine, dark with hunger. I grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the table, lining myself up with her dripping pussy.
“You want more?” I ask, my voice a low growl.
“Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into my arms. “Fuck me, Declan.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I thrust into her hard and fast, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion. She cries out, her back arching as I start to move, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Her pussy is so fucking tight, so wet, and I can feel her clenching around me with every stroke.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips as I fuck her relentlessly. “So fucking tight.”
She moans, her head falling back as I pound into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. I can feel her getting close again, her body trembling as she clenches around me. I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles.
“Come for me,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “Come on my cock.”
She does, screaming my name as she shatters around me. Her pussy clenches me so tight it almost hurts, and I can’t hold back anymore. I thrust into her one last time, deep and hard, and I come with a roar, filling her up as she rides out her own orgasm.
We collapse against each other, both of us panting and trembling. Her legs are still wrapped around me, and I can feel her heartbeat racing against my chest.
“Holy cow,” she breathes, her voice shaky. “That was… insane.”
I laugh, low and rough, and press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re fucking incredible,” I tell her, and I mean it.
But even as we catch our breath, I can feel the heat building between us again. One round isn’t going to be even close to enough.
For a minute, neither of us moves. The world is silent except for the sound of our breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioning.
Finally, she rolls onto her side and looks at me. Her glasses are crooked, her lipstick is smeared, and she’s never looked hotter. “That was unprofessional,” she says, deadpan.
I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth and laugh, sudden and loud. “Best meeting I’ve had in years,” I tell her.
She grins, then pushes up on shaky elbows and starts gathering her clothes. “Should we… talk about this?”
I shake my head. “Not yet,” I say. “Not until I’m sure I haven’t dreamed it.”
She buttons her blouse, fixes her hair, and gives me a long, searching look. “You’re not going to fire me, are you?”
I tuck myself back into my pants, zip up, and close the distance between us. “If I fired you, who else would keep me in line?”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “You’re a mess, Mr. McDaid.”
I lean in, kiss her one more time, softer now. “You have no idea, Ms. Hollister.”
She laughs, and the sound is sunlight after a long, black winter.
By five o’clock, the office is empty except for the cleaning crew. I sit at my desk, staring at the city skyline, feeling alive in a way I haven’t since before the Marines.
My phone buzzes and I glance down to find a message from Natalie.
Natalie
Same time Monday?
Me
Don’t be late. We’ve got a lot to catch up on.
She replies with a single thumbs-up emoji.
I shut off my computer, stretch, and let the anticipation pool in my belly. For the first time in years, I’m looking forward to Monday.