Page 27 of Legacy Of Ashes
"I'm going to come if you keep doing that," he warns.
I pull off him with a wet pop. "Not yet. I want you inside me when you come."
He hauls me up, his mouth crashing down on mine as he lifts me back onto the desk. "Are you sure? Once we do this?—"
"I'm sure." I guide him to my entrance, gasping as his tip pushes inside. "I've never been more sure of anything."
He slides into me slowly, stretching me perfectly. We both groan at the sensation of him filling me completely.
"Christ, you feel incredible," he breathes, his forehead pressed against mine. "So tight. So perfect."
"Move," I demand, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Fuck me like you've been wanting to."
He starts slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. But I can see the restraint in his jaw, the way he's holding back.
"Harder," I command, raking my nails down his back. "I won't break."
That breaks his control. He starts pounding into me, the desk shaking with each powerful thrust. I cry out with pleasure, the sound echoing off the walls.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growls against my throat. "My cock splitting you open?"
"Yes," I gasp, meeting his thrusts. "God, yes. Don't stop."
His thumb finds my clit again, rubbing tight circles as he fucks me. The dual sensation sends me spiraling toward climax.
"Come for me," he demands. "Let me feel you fall apart on my cock."
His words push me over the edge. I shatter around him, my pussy clenching as waves of pleasure crash through me. He follows me over, his release filling me as he groans my name.
We stay locked together afterward, breathing hard. His hands stroke my hair with surprising tenderness.
"That was..." I start.
"Just the beginning," he finishes, his eyes burning with promise. "When I get you in my bed tonight, I'm going to make you come so many times you forget your own name."
Heat pools between my legs again at his words. "Promise?"
"Promise." He helps me clean up and straighten my clothes, his touches lingering. "But right now, we should review these documents before someone comes looking for us."
I laugh, feeling giddy with satisfaction. "Think anyone heard us?"
His smile is wicked. "If they did, they'll know you're mine now."
The possessive edge in his voice makes me clench with want. Tonight can't come fast enough.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
The office clockreads nearly midnight when I finally set down my pen. My silk blouse sticks to my skin in the summer heat, the air conditioning struggling against Boston's humidity. I should go upstairs, shower off this endless day, slip between cool sheets naked like I do every night. But the numbers won't balance themselves.
Temporary leadership of the Kavanagh empire sits on my shoulders like a weight I never asked for. My father's stroke changed everything overnight. Cillian handles the clean money with his wife Orla. Eamon manages enforcement with that federal agent he's obsessed with. But the real power—the web of fear and respect that keeps our enemies at bay—that falls to me now.
I unbutton my blouse at the throat, needing air. The silk slides against my heated skin as I lean back in father's leather chair. Even alone, I feel eyes on me. Conall's eyes.
He's been watching me differently since I returned from Oxford. Not like the little girl he used to teach to throw punches behind the garden shed. Like a woman he wants to fuck until I can't walk straight.
The thought makes my pussy clench with need.
