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“And you would have been home already, too, if Daniel hadn’t roped you into helping with the Borgia case.”
“And because I was hoping you’d let me fuck that cunt again a few more times.”
My heart spikes and my center throbs with searing, sweet pain from Johnny railing me so hard. Something unfolds inside me. I should be shirking off these crude remarks. Smacking Eoghan.
But I… I like it.
Because I’m obviously a slut. Like Johnny said.
“Wait, so you would have stayed anyway if I said, let’s keep fooling around?”
“You’re adorable. Fooling around. I don’t fool around. I fuck until you’re screaming my name, shuddering around my cock. Or did you forget already?”
“It comes easily, doesn’t it?” I put down the mug and fold my arms.
Only without an object to scald his already marred face, which of course makes him look even more damn handsome, he advances on me.
His hips press into my skirt and holy moly.
“You’re…” I sputter.
“Hard. For you.” He grips my hips and moves his hands upward like he’s going to cop a feel. “So how about you lift that skirt and let me fuck you, so I can think straight for about an hour.”
“An hour,” I whisper.
“Then I’ll hold you down and fuck your face.”
The hard length of him presses into me, and I’m throbbing for him. But I… “I can’t… I’m sorry.”
He smiles and steps back. “Just testing you, sparkles.”
“What about…” My eyes stray to his suit pants and it’s like a boa constrictor behind his zipper.
“Do you want to see it again?” He fists his buckle. “He fucking misses you, sparkles.”
Yes.
“I told you I can’t. And I am sorry.” I get my shit together and hold my briefcase against my chest as if this Italian leather will protect me.
Leather. My safe word. It never came close to my lips last night. What is wrong with me?
Perhaps I should just leave the case files. I doubt Eoghan really cares about any of our notes. For all I know, he’s got an eidetic memory and has everything stored in his brain.
“I’m not sorry for loving how you felt around my dick,” he says so deep it coils through me.
“Thanks for reminding me.” I pull the strap over my shoulder. “I’ll be in your office, Mr. O’Rourke.”
I turn my back on him, secretly hoping he just pins me down and fucks me. Then I won’t have to feel guilty for wanting him inside me so damn bad.
Eoghan joins me in his office eleven minutes later.
Checking my watch, I say, “Is that a record?”
“For making myself come?” He brushes his rumpled brown hair off his forehead and sits in the desk chair. “Probably. I had a tasty mental image of your cunt to jerk off to this time.”
I shiver at his words but am stuck on the fact that he came in eleven minutes… Nine if I count the walk to and from the bathroom.
Screwing me he lasted… An hour? I forget. But he wore a condom.
