Page 6 of Day Shift

“All right,” he finally conceded, his voice low and rough. “I’ll trust you to handle it. Just don’t let this come back to bite us.”

“Trust me, Lucian,” I assured him, giving him a quick kiss. “I have no intention of letting anything jeopardize what we’ve built here.” But as I stepped away, I worried that I might have overpromised on what I could do. Surely Uncle Luca would help me. It was his area of expertise, after all. At least I hadn’t slipped up and told Lucian I came from a mob family. For now, my secrets were safe, and that was all that mattered.

He shifted his attention back to the bar on the other side of the window, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and running his thumb across his bottom lip, glaring at some unseen enemy. “You know if we lose our ability to sell alcohol, we’ll lose this place. Everything will go up in smoke. This is no joke, Ana.”

“Lucian,” I said, stepping forward and tugging on his arm. “You need to snap out of this. Seriously, I will work it out. Why are you being such a jerk tonight? Love the confidence you have in me…not.” I tried to slip my arms around his waist, but he shifted to the side.

“Leave me be, Anastasia,” he grumbled, refusing to look at me, his worry holding him hostage.

But I wasn’t about to let him wallow any longer.

“Enough!” I shouted, jerking him around and shoving him back so forcefully it caused his glass to fly from his hand and hit the floor with a thud. Stumbling back, he landed hard on his ass atop the large desk. The impact sent papers and office supplies tumbling to the floor, but I didn’t care.

“Anastasia! What the hell are you—”

His protest died as I climbed on top of him, placing a knee on either side of his hips and pressing my lips firmly against his. His breath hitched, and his cock hardened beneath me as I ground against him.

“Ana…” he whispered, pulling away. But a hint of lust was beginning to replace his anger.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I ordered.

Our mouths collided, tongues tangling and exploring with raw, unrestrained urgency. He slid his hands up my thighs and under my dress until he was gripping my waist tightly. While his fingers dug into my flesh, I devoured his mouth. With a low growl, he pushed me back and yanked off my dress in one swift motion, leaving me exposed in just a lacy black thong and sexy stilettos.

“Like what you see?” I teased, smirking at the way he raked his gaze over my body. Desire burned hot in his eyes, and I knew I had his full attention now.

“God, yes,” he admitted, pulling me close and capturing my mouth again, biting and sucking on my lower lip. He trailed kisses down my throat, nipping at my pulse point before moving on to my breasts. I gasped when he sucked one nipple into his mouth while pinching and rolling the other between his fingers. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, and warm wetness pooled between my legs.

“Damn, Ana, you’re making such a mess on my pants,” he huffed. I simply grinned and pressed myself against him even harder, grinding my hips against his erection.

“Can’t help it,” I replied breathlessly. “It’s all your fault.”

With a sudden surge of strength, Lucian lifted me off his lap, turned, and dropped me on the desk. The sudden impact sent tingles up my spine. Yanking me forward until my butt was at the edge and my legs dangled over the side, he wasted no time dropping to his knees. He gripped my inner thighs and used his elbows to spread my legs wide. Pulling my thong aside, he dove right into my swollen folds.

“Lucian,” I gasped, clutching the edge of the desk as his tongue darted out to tease my clit. He knew exactly the best ways to touch me, swirling and flicking his tongue with all the right moves. My hips bucked against his face while he slid two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out in rhythm with his tongue’s movements. The sensations were overwhelming, and I was close to coming apart.

“Please, don’t stop!” I begged as the pressure built deep within me. His fingers curled, hitting that sweet spot that made me see stars. He intensified his efforts, driving me higher and higher until finally, I shattered, screaming his name as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. He continued to lap at my juices, prolonging my orgasm until I could hardly breathe.

When I had come down from my high, he stood, licking each of his fingers clean, a satisfied expression on his face. “Ana, you taste like the sweetest sin,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

He unbuttoned his pants and shoved them and his boxer briefs to the floor. Stepping out of them, he made quick work of removing his tie and shirt. I stared, mesmerized by his tanned, muscular body and broad shoulders. His abs rippled with every movement. He was a masterpiece, sculpted by the gods. His drop-dead gorgeous build, coupled with his thick Irish accent, made me putty in his hands.

“God, you’re so hot,” I whispered, running my hands over his chiseled chest before reaching down to stroke his hard cock. “I want you to fuck me, Lucian. Let out all your anger on me.”

His eyes flashed with lust before he leaned down to press his forehead against mine, inhaling deeply. His hands gripped my hips, and the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, teasing me.

He moved to place kisses against the sensitive spot behind my ear, then tangled his fingers in my hair before he pressed his lips to mine with a bruising intensity. The taste of my own arousal lingered on his lips, mingling with the intoxicating scent of our combined desire. His strong arms hoisted me up, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as his throbbing erection nestled against my core.

“Tell me how you want it,” he growled, his cock straining against me.

“Hard and fast,” I commanded, my eyes locked onto his. “I want you to release all your pent-up angst. Show me how much you want me.”

His eyes darkened as a predatory grin spread across his face. This man was ready to claim me completely.

Lucian flipped me over on the desk with a sudden force that made my pulse quicken. My face and breasts were pressed against the cool surface as he held me in place with one hand splayed over the center of my back. He positioned himself behind me, giving my ass a couple of firm smacks. I gasped, my fingers desperately seeking traction on the surface of the desk. He wasted no time seizing my hips and plunging his cock inside me. Oh, how I relished the delicious way he stretched my walls as his length filled me completely.

“Fuck!” I groaned, feeling every inch of every stroke. His fingers dug into my flesh almost painfully, the edge of the desk biting into my hip bones each time he slammed into me. His raw power only served to heighten my pleasure. Lucian didn’t hold back, thrusting into me with an aggression that left me breathless and wanting more.

“That’s it, Anastasia. Take it like a good girl. Let me hear how much you want my dick,” he commanded as our skin slapped against each other. I moaned in response, loving the way he dominated me like this. As his thrusts grew faster and harder, my breasts slid back and forth against the smooth surface of the desk, my nipples growing sensitive from the friction.

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