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Patrick was breathing fast, parting her legs with hard hands. He didn’t say anything as he pressed the tip to the entrance of her channel, waiting a beat for her to stop him. When she didn’t, he flexed, driving into her bare, his satiny hard cock filling her roughly.

He stopped when he was all the way in, closing his eyes as if savoring the feel of her. Without the barrier of the condom everything was more intense, her wet heat sliding and straining against his thick length.

Muscles screaming with tension, Tahlia writhed, silently begging for him to move.

“Please,” she whispered finally when he didn’t.

“Please what?” His voice was little more than a growl.

“Please fuck me.”

Patrick smiled, but it wasn’t warm or comforting. It was too hungry for that. His hand fisted in her hair and he braced himself, withdrawing and plunging back inside.

Tahlia clenched, trying to hold him inside, but she was too wet. He pistoned back and forth, plunging deeper and deeper with each stroke.

Drunk on sensation, she whimpered, her bound arms helpless as he moved harder and faster. “You’re mine, Tahlia.All mine.”

Her heart swelled, her skin catching fire as she took each brutal thrust, absorbing it hungrily and responding in kind. Her hips twisted and writhed, while her upper body rose to abrade her rock-hard nipples on his chest.

Their bodies met and parted greedily, shifting and twisting until they were rolling all over the bed. Trick took hold of her, turning until she was on top of him, her back to his front.

Panting, Tahlia thrust her hips back, her pussy caressing his cock as it worked in and out from underneath now. Patrick held her by her hair, using it to pin her in place as he pounded inside her. Their bodies were slick with sweat when his cock began to jerk, and he climaxed with a shout.

His orgasm triggered hers. Tahlia spasmed around him, taking everything he had to give with a mad desperation that frightened her. It was like hurtling through the air at a thousand miles an hour, but she trusted him enough to surrender, exploding and coming with a keening wail.

They came down slowly. Tahlia clung to Patrick, all thought blotted from her mind.

For that, she was grateful.

Chapter 22

Trick nodded absently as Gene, Caroline Wentworth’s father, continued to make small talk. He knew he should be paying closer attention to what the man was saying, especially as somewhere in all the bragging, there were details pertinent to this quarters profits for the boutique hotels the man owned.

He knew Liam was seriously considering acquiring the smaller chain. The idea was fiscally sound, he supposed, but he didn’t like the strings that came with the arrangement. Gene made it clear on numerous occasions that he was open to a sale, but he wanted to keep the chain ‘in the family’.

He could feel his hackles rising as Liam hugged Caroline. His brother walked her to the valet, something he never did for any of their other business associates.

Once upon a time, Trick would have bet anything his brother would never do anything to jeopardize his precious bachelorhood, not even for the sake of business. Now, he wasn’t so sure.

If he marries the ice queen to guarantee the sale, I will personally kick his ass all over the dojo.

Gene reached out to shake his hand with his sweaty paw, pulling Trick out of his distraction in time to see Tahlia crossing the lobby floor. She was coming from the direction of the security office, where she had no doubt been visiting Peyton. Those two were inseparable lately.

“Goodbye, Gene,” he said, giving the man a tiny push in the direction of the waiting car. “I’ll be sure to give your suggestions to the concierge service some thought,” he promised, lying through his teeth.

“See that you do! I’m telling you, it’s a must for the high flyers,” Gene said, clapping him on the back with all his might.

Trick suppressed a wince and smiled unconvincingly.I swear he does that because I’m taller than him.Gene was only about five-foot-five, shorter than his Nordic goddess daughter. He’d always been insecure about his height.

Once Gene cleared the doors, Trick hurried after Tahlia. His long legs ate up the marble tiled floors in record time. If they’d waxed them recently, he might have broken something. He nodded to Juan and Andre, the two security guards manning the front entrance. An additional two men were stationed discreetly at the back.

His sister Maggie worried aloud that the obvious uptick in the amount of security would turn off their elite clientele, but it had the opposite effect. The dark-suited men resembled secret service agents with their earpieces. Their guests assumed a high-ranking politician or celebrity was staying at the hotel. It increased the hotel’s bookings.

He blocked the penthouse elevator door with his arm before it closed. Tahlia didn’t even look up.

“Hey, Ace.”

Her blue eyes blinked a few times before focusing on him. “Hi. I thought you were in a meeting until five.”

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