“Christ.”
I’ve been rock hard ever since I first tasted her mouth, but there was no way in hell I was going to cross that line, no matter how much I wanted to. But right now, still with thetaste of her arousal on my tongue, I can’t hold back any longer.
I unbuckle my pants and reach into my boxers to pull my cock free. The tip is already slick with precum, and I roughly tug on it to try to relieve the ache.
As Ciara’s cries bleed through the wall, I tighten my grip and pump my cock faster to match her rhythm.
I might not be the one making her come in person, but I know damn well I’m on her mind right now. I saw the way her eyes widened when she spied my erection and the need that flashed behind them. She wanted me to fuck her, and I can’t deny I was desperate to bury myself deep inside her wet pussy.
“Fuck,” I groan as I picture how slick and swollen she was.
Every sound Ciara makes as she pleasures herself pushes me closer to the edge.
I swipe my thumb over the slick tip of my cock and hiss through my teeth as I tighten my grip, imagining thrusting my cock deep inside her.
“Come for me, Ciara,” I grunt as I stroke my cock faster.
A choked sound escapes her, and I grin at the idea of her biting down on her pillow, trying to muffle the sounds of her pleasure as she climaxes.
Imagining the look of pure ecstasy on her face is enough to have me spilling all over my hand, my knuckles white as I grip the edge of the bed. But even when my cock has finished leaking, I lie there panting, restless, and nowhere near satisfied.
Ciara McCarthy has no idea what she’s just started.
The next morning,the smell of fresh coffee fills the kitchen as I sit at the marble counter with my phone in onehand and a steaming mug in the other. There’s a dull ache behind my eyes, the kind that comes from too little sleep, but this time it isn’t because of business.
Even after taking care of myself once more in the shower before climbing into bed, my body was far from relaxed. Knowing that Ciara was naked on the other side of the wall was more torturous than I could have anticipated.
If I don’t calm the fuck down, I might have to switch rooms with Brennan and sleep on the other side of the house.
Just as I finish checking my inbox, Ciara’s footsteps echo in the hallway, and my lips twitch.
It’s not even seven in the morning, so I wasn’t expecting to see her before I left for the day, and I can’t deny that I’m pleased I will.
But as she appears, from the dark shadows beneath her eyes, it looks as if she got about as much sleep as I did, even if I never heard her use her little present again, which makes me curious as to what thoughts kept her up last night.
Unless, of course, she was still needy and decided to take care of herself again the old-fashioned way.
At the thought of Ciara with her hand between her thighs, I almost choke on my coffee.
I need to get a fucking grip if I’m going to survive this marriage.
“Good morning, wife.” I subtly adjust myself.
Ciara scowls as she stalks into the kitchen, avoiding my gaze. Her blonde hair is slightly messy, and she’s wearing one of those silk robes that barely comes to her mid-thigh.
I frown at her bare legs.
I had a member of my staff go over to Ciara’s house to pack up her things to bring them here, but I wasn’t expecting her to pack such revealing items. Unless, of course this is another one of Ciara’s attempts to torture me, and I have to say it’s working.
I swear to God, she better have something on underneath, otherwise I might have to cancel my morning meeting just to take another shower.
“Coffee’s hot.” I take a sip. “Help yourself to whatever you like.”
She nods once, stepping toward the pot and pouring herself a cup, although I don’t miss the way her hand trembles.
Interesting. Do I make her nervous?
“I’ll be out most of the day.” I set down my mug and check my messages once more.
