‘We are. And I’m going to punish you for it.’
‘Oh, goody.’
I can’t help the low chuckle that escapes as I slide my hands down her body, grabbing her arse and curving her into my embrace. Her heat almost sears me through the thin lace, our kiss turning wild and possessive as my fingers tangle in her hair. Her fingers land on my belt. My zip. My cock suddenly in her hand.
‘You’re so hard,’ she rasps, sending my desire soaring and my will freefalling as she adds, ‘I need you to give it to me.’
Without cognisance, I spin her and push her down against the countertop, spreading her satiny thighs and opening her wide to my touch. My jaw is like granite as I reach down and fill her with my fingers, her pleasure sticky and sweet as I bring them to my lips.
‘You taste like heaven.’ And feel like an addiction.
Lips kiss-plump and eyes dark, she turns her head over her shoulder, silently begging me.
I line up and bury myself to the hilt with a curse, the contact like that first line euphoria running through my system, jolting me alive in a singular crystalline moment. Her body bows beneath me, shuddering as I withdraw, her fingernails scrambling for purchase on the marble countertop as though she could hold me there. With the next thrust, I grind against her, twisting her face to meet mine for a savage kiss as her body throbs around me, making my head fucking spin. With each thrust, I pull her hips back, aware in the deep recesses of my brain of the sharp marble edge against her hips, yet completely overtaken with my need to crawl inside her.
‘You drive me insane, you and your fucking dress. Look but don’t touch.’
‘Touch, please touch,’ she rasps, bringing my hand to her breast, crying out as I squeeze and thrust again. Shivering as I feed my hand between her legs, my fingers finding her clit, slippery and swollen. Her body begins to jerk under me, her hot walls tightening around my cock in pulsing bursts as I fight to keep us both upright. ‘You’re going to come for me, aren’t you.’ An order, not a question, her answer a jumble of words as her body begs me to make it so. ‘You’re going to come so hard you’ll need my arms to hold you up as you pulse around me, coating my fingers and my cock.’
She chokes back a strangled cry, her entire body trembling, trembling and pulsing and bowing as her orgasm drags her under, and her whole body stiffens as she cries out my name.
Every inch of my skin is prickling and hot, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this sensation. Not as I twist my head to the windows, the sight of our reflection turning us into one deviant entity. I suck in a breath as I wrap her in my arms because I’m coming, and coming hard, the tight muscles of her pussy echoing my final thrust.
Chapter 35
OLIVIA
‘Remind me again why we’re here?’
I stare out of the passenger window of the Mercedes at the house that looks pretty fancy but not nearly as much as the one we’ve just left. We’re barely twenty minutes late, but if you’d asked me a half an hour ago how long I’d been lying across the island countertop, I’d have guesstimated three weeks at least. Because when Beckett fucks, he’s all in. Even just for a quickie.
And when Beckett opens up, even just for a moment, it’s hard to resist him like the lure of a complex puzzle in my lap. I don’t even like puzzles very much—I don’t have the patience—but I so want to get to the bottom of this man. From the bottom to the top, I want to learn all his secrets. I want to take him apart to discover what makes him tick.
‘We’re here because we were invited. That’s the official story. Unofficially, we’re here because Mark Jones wouldn’t sell me his stake in the company because he thinks I’m too much of a loose cannon, despite the fact that I’ve made him wealthier than he’s ever been. He equates my background and personal wealth as something that will eventually make me complacent. Which is all bullshit, of course.’
‘Ah, yes,’ I answer, adjusting the cuff of my blouse while also wondering if he has knowledge of Beckett’s former addiction. I’m sure that would also count as a valid concern. Quick on the heels of this thought is a stab of something uncomfortable. Disloyalty, maybe?
‘You okay?’ He tips my chin, bringing my gaze to his.
‘Yeah, fine. I was just thinking, it’s like the guy should’ve married us himself.’
‘I’m not sure I follow.’ A familiar line pulls between Beckett’s fearsome brows. For the first time, I want to reach out and smooth it away. How strange.
‘I just mean he’s as responsible for us being married as the officiant. If it wasn’t for him, we might have had our little bit of fun on this very back seat before going our separate ways.’
‘Do you really think that’s what would have happened?’ he asks. Grunts? One of those two.
‘Well, you like your exit plans, and I had a company that needed rescuing.’ A company that’s thriving these days, thanks to the decisions I found so hard to make. ‘Maybe we should’ve brought the guy flowers.’
‘I sometimes struggle with your strange sense of humour.’
‘And I sometimes struggle with your lack of one.’
We smile at each other; his begrudging, mine wide and proud.
‘Back on the same page now?’
‘Equilibrium recovered,’ he agrees smoothly. ‘Shall we?’
