Page 53 of Cruel Ice

He pounded into her. Couldn’t get inside her far enough. Wanted more. Wanted everything. He scooped her into his arms. Took a few steps with her as he remained buried deep in her heat. Her legs wrapped around him. Her arms. He pressed her against the wall. Lifted her up. Drove into her. Took. Claimed.

Fucked her against the wall and had her crying out in pleasure for him yet again even as his own orgasm barreled through him. It hit in a blinding blast, and pleasure erupted in every cell of his body. He sank into her, kept thrusting, kept fucking her…

When the fury ended, when the release still hummed through his body, and he could actually see past the driving, consuming need, he stared down at her.

She gave him that smile again. Her sweet, innocent smile. Then she said, “You did fuck me harder.”

Yes, he had…shit, had it been too hard? Had he hurt her? Had he?—

“And I liked it.” Her arms were around his neck. “Can’t wait for you to do it again.”

Chapter Twelve

Where are my panties?

Marley straightened her dress for what had to be the tenth time as she stood—okay,hid—in the lush, private bathroom attached to Declan’s office. She’d rushed in there after what had truly been a phenomenal fucking.

I think I came three times.An absolute record for her. Usually, she was lucky if she managed to come once. So much for nice sex. She was done with that, thanks very much. She much preferred Declan’s style.

She preferred Declan.

A rap sounded at the door, making her jump. Marley whirled around and flipped the lock before she opened the door. Declan was waiting for her. Fully dressed because—right, he’d never taken off his clothes as he made love to her on the desk.

An eyebrow quirked as he lifted a bit of black silk and let it dangle from one finger. “Missing this?”

She snatched her panties and fisted them.

A rumble of laughter broke from him. “Hate to break it to you, love, but those are unwearable. Some bastard ripped them in his haste to get them off you.”

She stared, with her mouth open.

“I’ll buy you more,” he promised, voice going gruff. “I’ll buy you any damn thing you want.”

Marley shook her head. “Your laugh.”

A line appeared between his eyebrows.

“You have a really nice laugh, Declan.” Heat stained her cheeks when he stared at her as if she’d just grown a second head. She hadn’t. “You should laugh more.” She peered down at her hand. Unfisted her fingers. Yep. Ripped. Sighing, she tossed the panties into the trash. “Is this routine?” Marley had to ask. Really had to say the words. The gnawing in the pit of her gut made her do it. The absolute fear that while the whole universe might have just realigned for her, the encounter had just been a typical night for him. “Do you normally have sex with women in your office and have them toss their panties in your trash when it’s over?”

His hand curled under her chin. He lifted her head and turned it at the same time, so that she was staring straight at him. “There has been nothing routine about you from the moment we met.”

The gnawing tried to change into a glow. But… “You had condoms in your desk.” That meant he’d had sex with other women in the same office. Her shoulders straightened. “Your life. Your business. I don’t know why I’m getting all jealous and weird and—” She stopped. Mostly because he’d been shaking his head.

No.

“Didn’t have them in my desk, sweetheart. I pulled the condom from my wallet. It’s the only one I had in there.” His thumb brushed along her lower lip. “If I had more, I’d be in you right now.”

Oh.Oh.

Another slow, sensual brush over her lip with his thumb.

Her lips parted. Her tongue just decided—totally on its own, without her permission—to lick at his thumb.

His eyes heated with intent. “I haven’t fucked anyone else in this office. I don’t normally bring any…acquaintances here.”

Her breath whispered over his thumb. “You didn’t bring me here. I invited myself.”

“You mean you barged that sexy ass in, plowing right past my assistant?”

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