Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I slipped from the bed, heading to my desk. I ordered coffee and food, suddenly starving. I made some calls, checked in with my men, pleased all seemed quiet, but I worried about what would happen when night fell on the city.
A short while later, I heard Una get up, and she appeared by my desk, her hair a mess of curls, looking incredibly sexy in a T-shirt of mine that hung down her thighs and off her shoulders. I smiled at her sleepy expression. “Hello, mo chroí.”
She ran a hand through her hair, smiling ruefully. “Hi. Did you sleep?”
I reached for her, wrapping my arm around her thighs and pulling her close. “Very well. You?”
She nodded, covering a yawn. “Yes.”
“I sleep better beside you,” I acknowledged.
“The same for me,” she said with a shy smile.
“I ordered some sandwiches and coffee. Do you want me to get you some tea?”
“No, I’m good right now.”
“Let me know if you change your mind.”
“I will.”
We gazed at each other, the air around us beginning to warm. I traced the soft skin of her thighs, smiling as she shivered. “I’m glad you’re here,” I murmured.
She bent, pressing a kiss to my mouth. “I love you.”
I smiled against her lips. “The same for me.” I pressed back to her lips, groaning as she opened for me, and our tongues slid together. I pushed my chair back, pulling her to my lap so she straddled me. I held her tight, kissing her harder. Deeper. Letting her feel how much I loved her. How glad I was that she was there with me. She whimpered, tugging on my hair, gripping my neck, slowly undulating as my cock grew stiff between us.
“Finn,” she whispered, a plea in her voice.
“Una,” I groaned. “You need to eat.”
“I need you more.”
One moment, I was sitting in the chair, her astride me. The next, she had shimmied from my lap and was between my legs, tugging on my pants. I lifted my hips even as I shook my head.
“You don’t—”
“Hush,” she replied. “You said I needed to eat.”
Then she wrapped her lips around my cock and drew me in.
I let my head fall back. The heat and wetness of her mouth surrounded me. She sucked and teased. Licked up and down my shaft, cupping my balls as she hummed. Teased the crown then took all of me in, swallowing as I hit the back of her throat.
Then she started again. I was lost in a vortex of sensations. The warmth of her mouth, the cool of the air when she would pull back. The glide of her tongue on the underside of me. How she suckled the crown in the sweetest way possible. The way she lapped at me, sucked me in. The vibrations as she hummed, singing a love song deep in her throat as she took me to heaven. The gentle tugging of her fingers on my balls, the grip of them when she cupped me.
I wound my hands into her hair, loving the feeling of the silk as it fell through my fingers. I gripped a fistful of her tresses, praising her, cursing, begging. Wanting more, needing more of everything she was doing to me. Begging her for relief, yet never wanting the experience to end.
Until it became too much. “Una,” I gasped, tightening my hands. “You need—”
She swallowed around me, taking me so deep I climaxed, my back arching, her name falling like a symphony from my lips as I thrust into her mouth, riding a wave I never wanted to reach shore.
Then I collapsed. Gasping, out of breath, shocked by her actions, but delighted at the same time.
I stared down at her, then bent, pulling her back to my lap. I kissed her, tasting the sharpness of my release in her mouth. Her stiff nipples rubbed on my chest, and I dropped my hand between us, feeling her slick folds.
“You liked that, Una?” I groaned. “Sucking me off at the table? Are you aching, needing your own release?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Touch me, Finn. I’m already close.”
I plunged two fingers inside her, her gasp loud. I pressed on her clit with my thumb, and she began to ride my hand, our mouths fused together, her whimpers and moans swallowed by me. I went faster, strumming her clit as she cried out, her body primed and ready. When I added a third finger, she let her head fall back and cried out, her muscles locking down. I kissed the arch of her neck, licking my way to her collarbone and sucking her breasts through the material of the shirt. She rode my fingers to completion, whimpering when the sensation became too much. I pulled her into my arms, her head tucked under my chin, her ear pressed to my pounding heart. I could feel her pulse racing under my touch, and I stroked her hair.