Page 53 of Naughty Irish Liar

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m doing what you promised me thirty minutes ago. Go on ahead and work. This won’t take a minute.”

I was bullshitting. I had no intention of masturbating in his office or anywhere else public. I was horny, not stupid … or was I that bold to taunt him?

I just wanted to grab a reaction out of him.

It took seconds for him to react when he pushed away from his desk and walked leisurely over to where I was. His eyes like dark pools of sex. My whole body flooded with heat and it was a struggle not to pant my excitement.

“You touch that pussy and you’re in trouble, Catherine.” He warned in a rasp, his finger and thumb seized my chin. “Let’s get something straight right now. I own your orgasms. I’m going to know your orgasms so damn closely I’ll give them pet names, they’ll become my fucking family, you listening to me,acushla? Make no mistake in ever thinking again that those hot little nasty shudders that gust through your pussy belongs to you.I alone own them.I control every last fucking tremble.”

The way the words came out of his mouth, in that forceful yet quiet way made me think my equilibrium was off center because I listed to the side and caught myself by grabbing his forearm.

I couldn’t show weakness, not now. Not when I’d come so far. Not even when a squeak squeezed out of my throat as he snaked an arm around the back of my waist and yanked me in until I felt the heat of his body penetrating through my own clothes. Every raw, hard inch of him was pressed against me.

His attention had always felt a bit like being branded by a hot poker leaving behind an indelible mark for all to see who owned me.

But now? It scorched.

It rode through my body like I was out of gravity.

His gaze raked me up and down.

Those hooded eyes touching me.Owningme.

“I don’t want to be owned. I just want to be fucked.” Painful longing streaked down the middle of me, pooling where I was wettest.

“You’ll get fucked when I think you need fucking,” he informed, cool as could be, like not having me up against him wasn’t even affecting him in the same way it was me.

I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “Oh, my god, are you even aware of how much of a big-headed asshole you are sometimes? I could get what I want anywhere, Ronan.” As if any other man would do now. I was already ruined forever.

The hand on my hip squeezed hard. “Until I’ve had my fill of you, those legs only open for me, do you understand? Flirt with someone else and you’ll see how much of an asshole I can be.”

He boosted me so fast my breath whooshed out against his cheek before he deposited me on top of his desk, paperwork included.

His intent was clear when he reached for his belt. The sound of metal clanging together rang through me.

“You can’t. Someone will hear.”

My excuse was weak seeing as how I gripped onto the front of his shirt and my breaths turned wispy in tempo.

I was excited.

Nervous.

Horny as hell.

Ronan pulled me to the edge of the desk as though I weighed nothing. Not even locking his office door, I was left suspended without gravity, with heat detonating straight through the middle of me.

My heart reached its limit and brimmed over with pumps. Sure it couldn’t handle any more jolts from the invisible shock paddles Ronan wielded.

When I looked at him I needed to remind myself he was just a man. Not a god. And not someone who had all this power over my heart and emotions.

I failed because he was already all those things. And more.

“Oh, I can,” he husked, standing between my dangling legs, the sound of his zipper coming down was loud as a bullet. “I’m going to. I’m about to drill so hard into you, Catherine, you’ll sweat your pleasure all over me and then I’m gonna go out there and get the staff meeting underway and they’ll all know how you sound bouncing on my heavy cock. Now do you still think I’m an asshole?”

Oh, jeez. I’d forgotten about the meeting.

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