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He tore off his clothes, then made short work of the shirt I was wearing by tearing it up the middle, the buttons scattering, hitting the floor and walls with small pings.

“I think that was an expensive shirt,” I said, trying to sound serious. I loved the way he was looking at me. As if he was two seconds away from pouncing and ravishing me.

I was okay with that.

“I’ll buy more. I’ll buy everything you want.”

“I just want you.”

He lunged, covering me, his mouth hot and hungry. His hands were restless, traveling over my body, touching, caressing, teasing. He pushed my legs apart, settling between them as if he was meant to be there.

“We fit,” he groaned. “We fit so well.”

He was right. There was no height difference, no problem with my size. It was him and me. Our skin, our mouths, our bodies fusing together. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling him hard and scorching between my legs. Nudging my entrance. Then he rolled so I was on top, staring down at him.

“Ride me, Polly. I want to watch you take me.”

I rolled my hips, and he groaned. He helped me, lifting me so I was over him. “Do it,” he growled. “Take me.”

I used his taut stomach as an anchor, bracing my hands on his solid torso as I lowered myself on his shaft. I trembled at the sensation of being full. Too full. He slid his fingers between us, teasing my clit. I whimpered at the pleasure and felt the rush of moisture that eased the final inches. When he was fully inside me, I hung my head, adjusting. His fingers gripped my hips, the shaking of his body telling me he was holding back. Then I began to move. The sensations were incredible. He hit some spot inside with each roll. Bumped my clit. I flung my head back, crying his name, moving, gasping, pleading. He arched his back, moving with me, the exquisite pleasure sharp but welcome. He grunted and panted, praising me.

“Look at you, mo mhuirnín. So beautiful.”

He cupped my face, his thumbs stroking my skin in small circles. “My darling, mine.”

He ran a hand down my sternum. “Feck, you are so hot. You feel so good.”

“Strangle my cock. Take it all!” he shouted.

Every word, every movement, brought another wave of pleasure. Until it became too much. I cried out again, gripping my hair and whimpering his name as color burst behind my eyes and I spasmed, tightening around his cock and milking it. He sat up, encasing me in his arms as he climaxed, kissing me, our sweat-soaked skin sliding together, our tongues mating and entwining.

Then I collapsed against his chest. He relaxed back onto the pillows, holding me, his cock still inside as he stroked his fingers up and down my spine. I shut my eyes, the aftershocks rolling through my body, and he groaned.

“Every time you do that, it feels like you’re hugging my cock.”

“Well, I’m being friendly.”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my head, holding me close.

“You promise me always, Anna?”

It was a promise I had no trouble making.

“Always.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ANNA

The next few days, life seemed almost normal. I was happy working, being useful. Being at the front desk no longer kept me awake at night. I felt the flutter of nerves at times, but all I had to do was glance up at the camera or touch my wrist, and the nerves would settle. Having Una there helped, and I grew more comfortable every day. I liked the staff, all of them friendly and helpful. No one looked down on me or seemed upset by the fact that I was being treated differently from other staff members in some instances. It wasn’t better, but different. Few ever just started at the front desk. I asked Una about it one day while we were eating lunch.

“What would I be doing as part of the regular program?”

She chewed the bite of her sandwich, looking thoughtful. “When I first started at a different hotel, I had to learn from the ground up. I wanted to know everything, so I did everything. Housekeeping, laundry room, catering. I spent time in every department because I wanted to see how they worked.” She took another bite, then grinned. “I doubt Niall plans on you running a hotel or being interested in the way the laundry is done.”

“No.”

“Some people are only trained on the front desk or the group desk. Reservations. You’re not getting any special treatment, really.” She grinned. “You’re just watched over more carefully.”