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“I like the way you tell me what you need. I appreciate clarity.” Oh yeah. He was a real smooth talker.
Her soft, red-blonde eyebrows rose, making her blue eyes even wider. “Thank you. I find clear communication is important in…” She paused and another tide of pink rose in her cheeks. “In business. In life, I suppose.”
There was no way for him to resist the call of her soft eyes, soft skin, soft everything. He cupped her face with both hands, tunneling his fingers under her long hair, and tilted her head up so she had to meet his gaze. “It’s also good for negotiating hard and soft limits, and setting safe words. Not that you’ll need a safe word with me, sparkles. I’ll always take care of you.”
Magnus didn’t have to bend as far as he expected because his girl lifted up onto her toes to meet him partway.
She even tasted pink, but with a creamy richness that made him want to stay and feast. Her lips were soft and giving, but her kiss was anything but passive. She gripped his shoulders, little nails digging into his shirt, and kissed him back almost desperately. Her velvety tongue reached out to tangle with his, and he nipped her lip.
“Settle down, sparkles. I’ve got you,” he whispered.
Tension melted out of her body and she nodded, her eyes wide as she licked at the spot he’d nibbled. “Promise?”
His heart wrenched at the single word. Someone had hurt his sparkle-girl. They’d wound her up, then not delivered, leaving her wanting and aching without relief. She’d never go through that kind of let-down with him. He was good at protecting those who needed shielding, and he’d be damned if anyone tried to hurt Greer ever again.
“I promise, sweet girl. I’ll always have you. I won’t let you down, no matter what you need from me.” He skimmed his hand down her body to distract her from anything in her head that might take her away from the moment. He’d been looking for a reason to get his hands back on that luscious ass anyway, so he grunted in satisfaction when he palmed one generous cheek. “Now get your leg up around my hip so you can grind that pretty pussy on my dick while I kiss you some more.”
CHAPTER4
Greer had never felt so free and yet so grounded at the same time. As if she could let go of all her worries, but still be utterly certain that she was safe to spread out her arms and simply exist.
Magnus had her. Never before had she been able to trust someone completely when they said those words, but he’d already shown her that he was a strong bulwark. So she let go of her fears and trusted him.
She didn’t push, she didn’t reach, she didn’t grab futilely for satisfaction that never came. Instead, she let him do what he said he would. She relaxed into his embrace and submitted.
It was glorious.
That beard of his was utterly sinful, she discovered. Its soft rasp against her chin made her want to snuggle in closer and she wondered how it would feel in other places, especially contrasted with his strong, commanding mouth and tongue.
His rough hand kneaded at her ass as he tugged her close, his fingers dipping down to rub against the seam where she was melting through her panties. She’d done what he asked and hooked her knee as high as she could around his lean thigh. True to his word - again - he positioned himself between her open thighs and started a a slow roll of his hips, making sure the ridge of his hard cock slid perfectly between her pussy lips, rubbing against her clit until it pulsed in time with her quickening heartbeat.
If that wasn’t enough, his other hand slipped under her sweater until his thumb brushed the side of her breast. Her whimper of need spurred him on and she felt his fingers explore the curve of her tit, catching slightly on the satin cup.
“Fuck,” he whispered against her mouth. “My hands are too rough.”
“Your hands are perfect,” she whispered back, loving the way their lips touched through the words they spoke. “I can buy more bras.”
His hand closed on her breast convulsively and she let out a high-pitched moan that he quickly smothered with his tongue. He caught her nipple between his fingers and squeezed until she thrust herself into his hand, craving the fiery bite as much as she tried to ease it.
“There’s my sparkle girl. You like that little pain? I can’t wait to decorate these tits myself.” His lips trailed down her neck with hard, hot licks and nips. “With pretty bras… nipple clamps… my cum. Fucking gorgeous.”
The flow of filthy words from his perfect lips built the heat in her blood as much as the rough caress of his hands and mouth. She would have happily let him strip her where they stood until a sound intruded.
“Hey Odin, I’ve got a bill of lading that… oh shit.”
Magnus growled, a fierce rumble of sound that started in his chest and ended with his lips curled in a snarl. He whirled around to face the man who encroached on their frantic first kiss, leaving her with a face full of the back of his shirt, instinctively protecting her.
“Fuck,” he shook his head, his long hair sliding over his shoulders. “Goddamn, Riley. What do you need?”
Greer smoothed her own curls back, trying to regain some semblance of balance. He’d rocked her world with just a kiss and some suggestive words. What was it about this man that he seemed to be the focus of events that were tilting her universe on its axis today? Pulling herself together, she stepped out from behind Magnus and smiled at the man who’d brought her a glass of water earlier.
“Hi, I’m Greer Holloway,” she said, holding out her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
He looked at her, then over her shoulder at Magnus. Whatever he saw made his eyes widen briefly before he gently enveloped her hand in his huge one for the briefest handshakes she’d ever experienced. “Riley Hayes, ma’am. Nice to meet you, too. Sorry, boss. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
She felt Magnus’ warmth renew her as he walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, bringing her close to his chest as he talked. “No trouble. What’s up?”
Greer wanted to keep track of what they were saying, but the feel of Magnus’ hand sliding rhythmically up and down her arm was far too distracting. Instead, she forced herself to look around the room and think about whether this space would work for the party tonight.
