“The fact you’re saying it means you did,” I mutter, not even sure why I’m poking the bear. Only that I can’t seem to stop.
“Don’t put words in my mouth.” His voice is a warning. “June’s the bar manager. Nothing more.”
He brushes his mouth over mine. Light. Teasing. A spark to a fuse. I moan before I can stop myself. I want him. I want to ride him, use him, leavehimwrecked.
“But…” I manage.
He spins me and bends me over the desk. The edge hits my clit through my dress, sending a jolt of sensation racing through me.
His zipper hisses. “Maybe you need to be punished for insubordination. You’re with me so I can keep you safe, and all you’re thinking about is cock.”
“Liar,” I gasp.
“Oh, pretty Molly…” He drags my panties aside and nudges my slick folds with the blunt head of his cock. “You’re the fucking liar.”
His palm cracks against my ass. It’s a sharp sting, bright heat blooming inside of me. Everything in me is on high alert.
Then he thrusts into me with one hard push, stretching mewide. Deep. The angle has him hitting something inside that makes my eyes roll back.
“No more Mr. Nice Guy,” he says.
But my heart twists. He’s lying. Declan’s not nice like sunshine. He’s nice like a perfectly controlled fire. He pushes right up to the line and dances on it.
“Boring,” I say, fingers clawing at the desk as he pounds into me. The dull ache turns to a greedy, needy ache. “You’re boring.”
“Oh, I am,” he grunts. “I’m boring into you, drilling you. And you’re a fucking goddess.”
He bites the back of my neck and pleasure cascades down my spine.
It’s hard and fast and filthy. I’m soaked, getting wetter, and I still want more. He pulls almost all the way out, then drives back in and holds there, keeping me right on the edge.
“Oh,” someone says behind us.
My head jerks up, a gasp catching in my throat.
“We’ve got an audience,” Declan grits in my ear, pulling back and slamming into me again.
My body goes nuclear. I clamp down on him, eyes locked on June in the doorway as I shatter, the orgasm ripping me apart.
I come again when his cock swells and spills into me, hot pulses deep inside, setting off another wave.
By the time my eyes clear, the door’s closed. She’s gone.
Declan pulls out slowly, leaving me sprawled across the desk, breathless. “I knew you liked being watched.”
“Asshole,” I manage.
“I didn’t invite her.”
“Asshole,” I repeat, trying to stand. My legs aren’t entirely on board.
A phone buzzes. I swallow hard whenDeclan pulls mine out of his pocket. His jaw clenches tight when his eyes drop to the screen. I bite down on my lower lip.
To Leon’s name flashing.
“Marlowe.”
The way he says my name cuts through the euphoric fog. It’s sharp and serious.
