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His eyes linger on my hardened nipples, and he shifts in his seat slightly. Dropping my eyes to his groin, I can’t help but notice the bulge in his pants and bite back a smile.
“Here you go,” I breathe, handing him the shirt.
His eyes burn into mine as he takes it from me and tosses it onto the floor. Without breaking eye contact, he palms his dick through his suit pants and wet heat rushes between my thighs. “Those panties belong to me too,” he growls.
“What?”
“I paid for them. So, that makes them mine.”
I open my mouth to protest, but nothing comes out. So, he wants my panties, does he? “Fine,” I breathe as I hook my fingers into the black lace fabric and slide them down my legs.
He holds out his hand, and I place my embarrassingly damp panties into his outstretched palm. He closes his fist over them and just as I expect him to toss them aside too, he holds them to his face and inhales deeply.
Fuck! Me!
“I wonder, little hacker. Do you taste as good as you smell?” he growls, and I feel another rush of wet heat.
“You’d have to ask your brothers about that,” I reply with a pop of one eyebrow.
“Will I?” He stuffs the panties into his pocket and then rubs a hand over his jaw. Those hands. I imagine him running them over my body and touching that place where I am aching to feel him.
I swallow as my pussy starts to throb with need. “Or you could see for yourself,” I add. Damn, this man has me a hot, trembling mess.
His eyes narrow and my pulse quickens as his green eyes burn into mine. Reaching out his hand, he slides it up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. My legs part for him of their own accord, and the low rumble in his throat seems to reverberate through my whole body. His hand reaches the apex of my thighs and I draw in an expectant breath before he palms my pussy possessively. I shudder at his touch, pressing my hips forward as he slides his index finger through my wet folds.
“Shane,” I pant with need as he reaches my hot entrance and pushes the tip inside me.
“Why are you so wet?”
“I live in a house with four men who are as hot as hell,” I bite back before staring into those incredible green eyes.
He narrows them at me. “Do you want this, Hacker?” he asks as he pushes his finger deep inside me and I moan loudly, my head tipping back between my shoulder blades.
“Well?” He curls the tip of his finger, pressing against my G-spot and my hips almost shoot off the desk.
Then he slides his finger out of me and leans back in his chair. “I guess not,” he growls, and I realize I didn’t answer his question.
I stare at him while I practically drip onto his desk. I need to take back some control here. Because Shane Ryan is too much. He’s going to unravel me. Break me apart and leave me in pieces.
I sit up and lean forward, pressing my face close to his neck and inhaling his incredible scent—expensive cologne and raw sex. “I wonder, Shane. Do you taste as good as you smell?”
His eyes blaze with fire, and he pushes his chair back a few inches. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” he growls as he looks down at his impressive erection straining at the seam of his suit pants.
I don’t need any further encouragement and I drop to my knees and unzip his fly, letting his hard cock spring free.
God, he's huge!
I lick the bead of pre-cum from his tip and then suck him into my mouth as far as I can take him, pressing my tongue flat against the underside of his shaft and sucking to the tip as his hands fist in my hair and he curses in Gaelic.
I take him as far back into my throat as I can. Until my eyes are watering. I expect he’s going to start fucking my mouth, but he allows me to stay in control and pleasure courses through my body at the guttural sounds he makes as I suck and lick his beautiful cock.
I can feel him on the edge, and I work faster.
“Stop!” he orders suddenly as he pulls my head back by my hair. I look up and blink at him, thankful that my eyes are already watering as tears spring to them.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Is something wrong?”
“Stand up,” he growls, ignoring my question.
