My eyes squeeze closed. Shame and guilt over what I’ve done barrage me. Memories from that night flash through my mind. It wasn’t the first horrible act I witnessed, but it was the only one he ever forced me to participate in. “I’m sorry you had to hear that. I’m not proud of what I did. But I didn’t think I had an option if I wanted to stay alive.”
Ian pinches my chin gently and tilts my head, so I look into his eyes. “Maggie, I would never judge you for something like that. Hell, to be honest, I’m fucking glad you did. Because we both know what would have happened to you if you hadn’t, and I can’t stand to think about a world without you in it.”
My eyes water, and my heart clenches. It feels so good to have Ian’s seemingly unwavering support and compassion.But it makes me feel like a fraud. Like I don’t deserve him or his care and concern.
“I feel like such a loser. And an idiot. How could I have been so stupid for so long and let myself get wrapped up in that?” I swipe at my cheeks. “I’m not a good person.”
Ian sighs and sits back in his chair. Then, he immediately tugs my hips closer to him to lessen the distance his change in position caused. “I hate with every fiber of my soul that you had to go through what you did. If I could make it all go away for you, I would in a heartbeat. But I can’t. So, from where I’m sitting, you’re the farthest thing from stupid. You fucking survived. You did what you had to do to get through.” His strong, calloused palm lands on my throat, his long fingers splaying along my jaw. “And if you’re a bad person, well, then I’m the fucking devil. So, you’re in good company.”
I grip the wrist of the hand still around my neck and lean into his touch, reaching forward to find his lips, enjoying the light constriction on my airway, knowing I’m completely safe with Ian. I want him more than I ever have before. He’s somehow managed to turn a few awful days into something so special.
Ian kisses me hard before saying, “Go finish your dinner so I can take you back to the room. Unfortunately, we only have this suite for a limited amount of time, and once I get started with you, I’m not going to stop.”
Heat flames across my skin as I glance around the room. I stand, and instead of returning to my seat, I straddle Ian’s massive thighs. Ian’s hands go to my ass and yank me up his legs so my core is pressed against him. Running a hand up the back of his head, I love how his short hair feels on my palm. “Maybe we can have a quickie?”
A grunt hits my ears as he angles his growing bulge to rub against me. I let out a little whimper when it hits me in just the right spot. One of Ian’s hands leaves my ass and slips under my shirt, pressing against my back until my breasts graze his chest. Leaning forward, his nose runs up my neck as he inhales. A shiver tumbles through me at the sensation.
Ian’s lips find my ear, and he whispers. “My beautiful baby girl can’t wait for this cock, can she?”
With another shift of his hips, I moan, collapsing more into him. His spicy, masculine cologne heightens my arousal.
“Stand up and take off your pants,” he demands.
I scramble off his lap and do what he said, the fabric settling at my feet. Removing my shirt as well, I’m left in just the skimpy bra I just threw on to come to dinner.
“Get my cock out and take what you want, baby.”
He looks incredibly virile and masculine, sprawled out in the dining chair, his massive body making it look small. He’s still wearing his suit pants and shirt from earlier, giving him a look that suggests he’s playing the part of a bad-boy businessman.
I smooth my hands up his thighs and lightly run my fingers over his rapidly extending zipper, enjoying being able to torment him a little. His jaw muscles twitch, and his hands ball into fists at his sides.
“Baby, you wanted a quickie, and I’m trying to let you take the lead here. But I’m about a second away from losing my shit.”
I fake a frown as I drop to my knees between his legs. “Fine then. I won’t play anymore. All business from here on out.”
I lick him through his pants, and before I can pick myhead up all the way, his fingers are in my hair, creating the most delicious twinge of pain at the roots. Deciding we’ve both had enough, I slowly unzip his pants. When his cock greets me eagerly, I waste no time. His moans spur me on as he slips to the back of my throat, and I swallow around his girth.
His grip tightens, the roots of my hair tingling as I lick him from root to tip, but he stays true to his word and allows me to control my movements. I suck him hard and deep, and as his masculine groan hits my ears, I smile around his tip. Breathing out my nose, I take him deeper than I had before, my gag reflex kicking in right before I’m pulled off of him.
As I look up at Ian, his thumb swipes my chin. “As much as I love your mouth on me, I need something else.”
Climbing back onto his lap, Ian reaches down to angle himself just right, so I sink down onto his hardness. The romantic candlelight makes this moment even more erotic.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. My beautiful loves sucking my cock.”
His words further turn me on as our movements naturally sync. It’s the perfect ending to the most imperfect day. Ian grips my hips and slams up into me, the pressure euphoric as it is torturous.
His hands tickle up my sides, causing goosebumps to flare out across my back. Pulling the fabric of my bra down to expose my breasts, his mouth captures one of my nipples while his fingers toy with my other, electricity zips down through my body.
“Baby, I need you to come. I’m not going to last much longer in this tight pussy.”
A combination of the perfect amount of friction on myclit and Ian’s erotic words puts me over the edge, and I slump against his chest, panting while he slams into me a few more times. His firm grip on the back of my head, holding my face to his shoulder, and on my ass as he groans long and low in my ear, only adds to my pleasure.
“That was the best quickie in the history of quickies,” I breathlessly joke as I sit up, a wide grin solidly in place on my face.
His head drops back and stares at the ceiling for a moment. When he looks at me again, he says with a smirk, “I need to lift less weights and do more cardio because sometimes I think you might give me a heart attack one of these days.”
Mock gasping at his words, I slowly lift myself off him, enjoying the feel of him dripping down my thighs. “Don’t you dare. You have to stay all muscly in order to lift me.”
