Page 132 of Stolen Hearts


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I sigh. “Meetings, followed by more meetings. But then I get a change of pace with—wait for it—”

“More meetings?”

I scowl as I look up at her. “I feel like Cillian didn’t really mention how much of the gig was sitting in goddamn meetings.”

She laughs, her eyes twinkling in a way that sends a bolt of something electric through my chest.

“What about you?”

She groans, turning to nod with her chin at her laptop sitting on the couch. “My stupid fucking essay. It’s almost there, but I want it to be perfect.”

“Need a hand?”

Her lips pull back in a smile. “Got a lot of experience with writing MBA application essays?”

“None.”

She giggles, then gasps when I reach out, grab her by the waist of her panties, and yank her close.

“But I’mverygood at making you come on my tongue, which I hear is great for clearing your head before working on said MBA application essay.”

Heat blooms across her cheeks as I lean close and softly kiss the inside of her thigh. She whimpers, looking down at me as I slip my fingers inside her panties and slowly pull them aside.

“Is that a fact—oh shit…”

She moans in ecstasy as my tongue drags up through her folds. My hands grip her ass, pulling her tight against my mouth as I groan into her sweetness. I drive my tongue into her, tasting her honey and relishing her soft moans and whimpers. I tease the tip up to her clit, swirling my tongue around the throbbing little button as she cries out and rocks her hips shamelessly against my face.

I growl, hungrily devouring her until her legs are shaking and gasped moans fill my ears.

…Which is exactly when I pull her into my lap, center my cock at her slick, tight entrance, and slide her down onto every thick inch of me.

My mouth slams to hers and my hand grabs her long hair in my fist as she explodes around me. I can feel her pussy milking me as she comes, grabbing my face and kissing me hard as she grinds her ass in my lap.

She doesn’t slow down. She just starts to ride me faster, bouncing that sweet cunt up and down my dick as she moans into my mouth. I can feel her pussy lips stretching tight around my hot, swollen cock, and I groan as my hand grips her ass tight. I center a finger at her tight back hole, and Callie starts to go wild. Her hips start to buck faster, her panting moans filling my ears as I slowly sink my finger into her ass.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…oh FUCK!”

When she comes again, I let go, too. I bruise my lips to hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure as my cock spills rope after rope of sticky cum deep inside of her as she spasms around me.

Good morning, indeed.

* * *

I’m aboutto sit down for a meeting with Dominic Farrell later when my phone buzzes in my pocket. Pleased surprise lifts my brows when I see Jeremy’s name on the screen.

“I dunno, man,” he sighs when I answer. “I mean, I help you out in Paris, get your mess all cleaned up lickety-split, don’t ask no awkward questions. And what do I get? Not even a fuckin’ phone call.”

I chuckle. “You miss me or something, Jer?”

He laughs back. “I was seeing if you actually wanted to grab that drink. I’m in New York for a couple of days for some work shit. But I’m free tonight, if you’re around and feel like catching up with an old friend.”

“Oh yeah?” I grin into the phone. “What’s his name?”

He snorts. “Still an asshole, I see. Look, I know you’re this bigshot player now and everything…”

It’s funny. Jeremy’s known that I’ve worked for the Kildare family for the last ten years. But we’ve mutually agreed to leave work at the door whenever we talk. Besides, he might be CIA…and he is…but Jeremy’s focus is on international espionage, not your run-of-the-mill domestic mafia shit.

“And I know you’re all married and settled down now, too…congrats, by the way.”

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