Page 23 of Sins of the Father

"And you don't want the same things?" Her voice drops lower, a challenge in her tone.

"Oh, I want something." I step closer, drawn in by whatever magnetic force has pulled at me since she first walked into my office. "But it's not what a Kavanagh man should want. What do you want Orla?"

Her breath catches as I move into her space. We stand impossibly close, not touching but feeling the heat between us.

"What do I want?" she whispers.

"The same thing I do." I take her glass, setting it aside with mine. "This."

My hand slides to the back of her neck, pulling her toward me as my mouth claims hers. There's no hesitation, no surprise—as if we've both been waiting for this moment since the that first kiss.

Her lips part, inviting me deeper. What starts as a kiss ignites into hunger—weeks of tension and physical desire exploding. Her fingers pull at my shirt, yanking me closer as my hands slide down her back, pressing her body against mine.

I push her back against the window, Manhattan spread below us as I trail kisses down her throat. She tilts her head back, a soft moan escaping when I find a sensitive spot beneath her ear.

"We shouldn't do this," I mutter against her skin, even as my hands grip the curve of her waist.

"Stop thinking," she says, pulling my mouth back to hers.

Her kiss is demanding, erasing any remaining doubts. I reach around to the zipper of her dress, drawing it down slowly to give her time to reconsider. Instead, she shrugs the fabric from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

She stands there in black lace bra and matching underwear, her body pale and perfect against the backdrop of the night sky. I've imagined this moment countless times, but reality has nothing on my fantasy.

"Your turn," she says, unbuttoning my shirt.

When one snags, she pulls impatiently, popping it off. The small act of desperation—her need as heated as mine—breaks something inside me. I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom.

I lay her on the king-sized bed, following her down, not wanting to break this connection even for a moment. She runs her handsdown my chest, nails dragging lightly over skin as I work to remove my belt.

"I've thought about this," I confess, hovering above her. "Having you like this."

"Have you?"

I unhook her bra, her perfect breasts fill my palms. When I lower my head to take one nipple into my mouth, she gasps, back arching off the bed. I lavish attention on each breast before trailing kisses down her stomach, I pull her underwear off slowly, dragging it down her legs.

She watches me through half-closed eyes as I kneel between her thighs, she can see how hungry I am to taste her pussy. I press a kiss to her inner thigh, then another, working my way closer to where she wants me most.

"Stop teasing," she demands, sliding her fingers into my hair so she can control my movements.

I smile against her skin. "Patience is a virtue."

"Virtue is a Grace, which is not my name."

I lick slowly up her wet pussy. The first stroke of my tongue makes her moan. I fuck her with my tongue, until her thighs tremble. When I add my fingers, curling inside her, she screams my name.

I feel her orgasm building up, her body tense beneath my touch. I don’t stop, I want her to come on my face. To lose all control and fuck my mouth. I need to taste her as she comes, to feel the waves of her climax as her pussy pulses around my finger. God, she is everything I imagined, and more—she tastes like sin, asshe comes on my face. Her hands gripping my head so I cant move as she fucks my tongue through her orgasm.

While she's still coming down, I rip off the rest of my clothes. Her eyes open, her gaze trails down my naked body as I move above her again.

"You're fucking hot," she murmurs, hands reaching for me.

I position myself so my cock is at her pussy, pausing for one final moment. "Tell me you want this."

"I want this," she answers, pulling me closer. "right fucking now."

I push inside her with one slow thrust, both of us freezing at the perfect feeling of my cock inside her tight little pussy. She wraps her legs around my waist, forcing me deeper.

"You feel fucking incredible," I breathe against her lips.

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