Wanting to taunt him for being such a fucking cock tease, I stood tall and joined Kieran in the bedroom. I stopped between his spread thighs, eyes glued to his thick, steely flesh tunneling through his big hand. It would’ve been so easy to lean down, take Kieran in my mouth. He would’ve erupted instantly, he was that worked up.
But where was the fun in that?
“Forty-five seconds,” I said gruffly.
“Ah, hell.” Kieran’s back bowed, his eyes still locked on me. His strokes became faster, his breathing raspier.
“Thirty seconds.”
The muscles in his forearm strained as he chased his release, a sight I would never tire of. Kieran was truly a phenomenal specimen, one I enjoyed immensely. He dropped his head back, used his free hand to raise his shirt to his chin, but he never faltered, jerking himself roughly.
“Fuck, I want you to come,” I rasped. Keeping my voice low, demanding, I added, “Right. Fucking. Now.”
Kieran’s hips thrust upward, his hand gripping his cock tightly as he came on a long, deep groan, ropy streams of cum shooting onto his stomach, his chest.
Damn, he was a gorgeous man.
It took a moment for me to catch my breath and remember where I was. There would be time to indulge in Kieran later.
And I would.
I most definitely would.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and much of the evening immersed in work, taking care of the meeting, reviewing a report I’d been anticipating, and doing my best not to think about Emily or Kieran or the two of them together. Not an easy feat considering all I wanted to do was go to Emily’s apartment, to see her, to talk to her. I wasn’t even seeking sex, merely the pleasure of her company, but that didn’t stop the erotic fantasies from emerging.
And my obsession with her was the reason I was still here at the office, refusing to risk going straight to her when she clearly needed space.
I was on the verge of giving up for the day when I encountered theotherobject of my day’s fantasies in the flesh.
“Tell me you’re not hiding here,” Kieran said, strolling into my office, closing the door behind him.
Since it was Saturday, there was no one else on this floor, so privacy wasn’t necessary, but I appreciated it anyway.
“Do you have an appointment?” I asked, both frustrated and tempted by the interruption.
“Aye.”
I frowned. “No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t. But I would if you’d stop dodging my bloody calls.”
“I’ve got shit to do.”
“As do I,” he countered, taking a seat in the guest chair in front of my desk.
“Go do it,” I ordered.
“Not until you tell me why you’re still here.”
I frowned. “I’m working.”
“On?”
I glanced at the screen, skimmed the home page for the new Delta June’s website that would launch in the coming days. When I looked back at Kieran, I saw he was waiting for an answer.
Rather than speak, I turned the monitor around so he could see it. His eyes widened and I knew he was wondering what my goal was with the changes I’d made.
“Did it launch yet?”
