Page 111 of Wilde and Deadly

She kept her touch light as she stroked him from base to tip, her fingernails grazing the sensitive skin. Davey let out a hiss, his hips jerking up into her hand seeking more friction.

“Rowan...” Her name fell from his lips, half warning, half plea.

She tightened her grip, pumping him in a steady rhythm that had him panting and cursing under his breath. Satisfaction curled through her, heady and intoxicating, at seeing him rapidly unraveling beneath her touch.

Leaning down, she flicked her tongue across the broad head of his cock, tasting the salty tang of pre-cum. Davey groaned, low and guttural, his hands fisting in her hair. She took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue, hollowing her cheeks as she slid down his impressive length.

“Jesus, your mouth,” he ground out, his grip on her hair tightening to the edge of pain as she bobbed up and down. She loved seeing him like this— stripped bare, desperate, completely at her mercy.

Rowan released him with a wet pop, crawling back up his body to claim his mouth in a filthy kiss.

Davey groaned into it, one hand roaming from her ass to slide beneath the scrap of lace between her thighs. He growled low in his throat when he found her already slick and swollen for him.

“So fucking wet,” he rasped, pressing two fingers inside her. “You liked having my cock in your mouth.”

“Yes.” She cried out, head falling back as he pumped them in and out, his thumb circling her clit with devastating precision. Pleasure crashed through her in dizzying waves and she rocked against his hand, chasing the delicious friction.

“Where else do you like my cock?”

“Here.” She reached between them and pulled aside the gusset of her panties, giving him access.

He repositioned himself under her, gripping the base of his cock so that the broad head brushed against her slick folds. “You want me deep inside you, filling you up.”

“Yes.”

“Then ride me, Hellcat.” His voice was gravel, his blue eyes darkening with primal need as he watched her.

Slowly, torturously, she sank down, taking him inch by delicious inch. They both groaned as he plunged so deep she swore she could feel him in her soul.

And his desk phone rang.

Davey cursed, pulling back just enough to glare at the offending device.

She started to move, undulating her hips. “Ignore it.”

“Fuck,” he groaned and caught her hips in his hands, stilling her. He was trembling, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs like he’d run a marathon. “As much as I want to, I can’t.”

No, of course, he couldn’t. Not with everything going on. How could she forget? Her goal had been to distract him from his fears and worry, but for a moment, she’d distracted herself, too.

That always happened with him.

A flicker of irritation sparked in her chest. At herself, for letting him pull her under so easily. At him, for being so damn impossible to resist. For making her want so completely, so recklessly, that she lost sight of the dangers closing in around them.

She clenched her jaw, forcing down the sharp edge of frustration before it could spill over. This wasn’t his fault. Not really. But it didn’t change the fact that every time she got too close, every time she let herself sink into his heat, she forgot.

Forgetting could get them both killed.

Or get others killed, like Liam.

And yet, disappointment curled low in her stomach, stubborn and insistent.

She leaned over to kiss his lips—lightly and more controlled this time, more for herself than for him—before climbing off him to perch on the edge of his desk. “To be continued.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. I won’t be able to sit at this desk now without thinking of you riding me on it.” He stood and fastened his pants, adjusting his very obvious erection before grabbing his shirt from the floor. Circling around the desk, he tugged the shirt over his head, rolled his shoulders, and dropped into the big leather executive chair. He drew a deep, measured breath and let it out slowly, then reached for the phone, and just like that, he became the name on the polished brass plate outside his door.

David G. E. Wilde, CEO.

It was hot as fuck.

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