“Yes, sir.” I stay very still, blood pumping straight to my pussy and right into my skull.
“That’s a good girl.” He grips my hips and steps up close. “Now, ask me very respectfully to fill your dripping wet pussy.”
“Sir… please… fuck me.”
“That’s not very respectfully, Mrs. Whelan.” He slaps my ass and grips my hair tighter. “Try again.”
I yelp and moan. “Sir… please… fill my dripping wet pussy.”
“Better.” His tip teases me up and down. “Much better.”
Then he sinks in to the hilt.
Fuck, it feels so good. I didn’t expect this today, which only makes it so much better. He fills me to the brim and I collapse forward onto his desk, spilling some pens and clattering his keyboard sideways as he fucks me.
“Look at you… filthy fucking girl… taking your boss’s big cock in his office…” He slams into my pussy, fucking me wildly. “You walk around like such a proper girl, but when I’m inside you… you’re a little slut.”
“Oh, god, yes, I’m your fucking slut.”
“You’re my slut,sir.”
“Sir!” He spanks my ass and fucks me harder. “Oh, god, yes!”
“You want to come for me, don’t you, Mrs. Whelan?”
“Please, I need it, god, I need it.”
“You want to come in my office, you dirty girl? You think you’ve earned that?”
“I work hard! Sir!”
“That’s right, Mrs. Whelan, you deserve to make a mess of my fucking cock.”
His filthy words trigger me. I can’t stop myself as I shatter for him. I come hard as he fills me over and over, pumping deep asthe explosion ruins me. I’m a mess when he pulls out and pushes me to my knees, but not so much that I can’t take his dick in my mouth and suck him until he finishes on my tongue.
I lap him up as he admires me.
“Make sure you clean everything nice and tidy,” he says lovingly. “We have work to do.”
“Yes, sir.” I lick his thick shaft and smile. “Yes, we do.”
Chapter 28
Declan
Casey doesn’t leave my sight.
I keep seeing her with that knife against her spine. My head’s a mess every time I let myself drift off. To hell with worrying about whether she’s safer at home without me. I can’t stand to be in a different room than her, let alone in different parts of the city.
At first, I can tell the Whelan associates find it strange. It’s not common for a crime boss to bring his wife along with him on important business. But I quickly make it clear that Casey is my assistant and if anyone has a problem with that, they can take it up with me personally.
Nobody actually complains.
She’s sharp, clever, and notices things I miss. After one meeting with a man who helps run our poker tables, she mentions that he contradicted himself once—and sure enough, that little mistake revealed that he’d been skimming off the top of family profits for years. Seamus laughed when I told him it was Casey who figured it out.
“Give that girl a promotion,” he says over the phone.
I glance at my wife. She’s sitting in the seat next to me trying not to look proud of herself. “I already did when I married her.”