Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Then feel me.” He had her down on the seat again before she’d registered the move, his cock lining up perfectly with her clit. He propped himself onto his elbows. “If I had a goddamn condom, I’d already be inside you.”
She bit her lip to keep words she had no business even thinking inside. I don’t care about a condom. But she did care. She had to. “I—”
Cillian kissed her, stealing her words. By the time he lifted his head, she had no idea what she’d been about to say. From the look on his face, he knew it, too. “Do you trust me?”
No. Yes. I don’t know. She nodded. “Yes.”
He kissed her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his hips moved, creating delicious friction between her legs. He kept their bodies sealed, offering no chance for him to push inside her, and a small, very stupid, part of her mourned the loss. But the rest of her body was too busy sparking with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning against his mouth.
And then it was too much.
She clung to him as she came, kissing him with everything she had. He started to pull back, but she was having none of it. “No, don’t stop.” She arched against him. “Finish.”
For a second, he looked almost shocked, but then the heat in his eyes doubled and he started moving with renewed purpose. He palmed her breast with one hand, keeping them tightly together with his other, his mouth on her neck.
Against all reason, she felt pressure building again. “Oh God.”
“I can’t get enough of you.” He yanked her bra to the side and took her nipple into his mouth, all without missing a stroke. “You drive me wild, sweetheart. So fucking wild.”
She grabbed his hips, rising to meet each stroke as much as she could while being pinned to the seat. She could actually feel him swelling as his cock slid against her. “Come for me.”
He cursed, his movements turning jerky, and she looked down in time to see him do exactly that, his semen hitting her stomach, so damn hot that it was a wonder it didn’t scald her. She hissed out a breath, wondering how something like this could be so damn sexy.
“You’re almost there.” Without missing a beat, he slid down to the floorboard and pushed two fingers into her. “One more time, Olivia. I’m damn near addicted to the way you come so sweetly for me.”
His eyes darkened further. “I’ve been dying for a taste of you.” He dipped down and then his mouth was there, licking and tasting and savoring her. He kissed her there like he kissed her mouth—as if he’d never get enough.
That thought hit her as he fucked her with his tongue, and it was too much. She dug her hands into his hair and moaned his name as she came a second time. He kept going for a few seconds, drawing her orgasm out until it almost hurt. Then, and only then, did he raise his head. “Regrets?”
He was asking that now? Olivia managed a hoarse laugh. “No.”
“Good.” He moved up to sit next to her on the seat. “Then next Wednesday I’m taking you out again.”
* * *
Sergei watched Olivia—his Olivia—get out of the town car, her hair mussed and a look on her face of supreme satisfaction. Every part of him rejected what his eyes were telling him, but then that Irish bastard leaned out, snagged the back of her neck, and kissed her like she was his. Sergei clenched his fists, fighting to remember his orders. He was not to intervene.
Not unless Dmitri changed his mind.
He fished his cell out of his pocket without taking his eyes off of them, and pushed the button to speed-dial his boss. Dmitri picked up almost immediately. “Now is not a good time.”
“I was right. She’s fucking that piece-of-shit O’Malley. The one with the tattoos.”
A pause. “You’re sure?”
Across the street, Olivia pulled away with a laugh, her entire face lit up with happiness. He hadn’t seen her wear that expression in years, and he had been the last one to put it on her face. “Positive. They just fucked in his backseat, and he looks like he’s ready to haul her in for round two.” One well-placed bullet and he’d put that kid out of commission. Hell, it would be a waste of a bullet. He’d work him over with his fists.
Yeah, that was a much better plan.
He was so focused on all the ways he’d bring the enemy to his knees that it took Sergei a few seconds to realize Dmitri was still speaking to him. “I’m sorry, boss. I missed that last part.”
“So I gathered.” He didn’t sound happy, his voice icy. “Keep your distance. I don’t need you spooking her. I think it’s time that I paid my darling sister a personal visit.”