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“This wasn’t a primal thing, Malcolm.” She corrects. “I don’t sit idly by and let people shit on other people. Especially when said people are those that I care about. Sure, I’d love to see the whore burn in hell for fucking you before me, but I’d never shell out the dough that I did just for that.”

I can’t help but smirk. She’s a pistol. And now she’s mine. My finger slides down her cheek. “Like I said. You’re something else.”

“Tell me you wouldn’t do the same.” She concedes. “I came over here, guns blazing, and you made me stay put, took care of me while I was sick, and kept me safe. Plus, you’ve made sure that someone’s been tailing me, and that’s even before we were sleeping together. The writing’s on the wall, Malcolm.”

“That and as much as we didn’t want to admit it, we care about each other.”

A flash comes into her eyes. “I suppose that’s one way of looking at it, yes.”

I rub my nose on hers. “Did you bring clothes this time, lass?”

Her eyes search mine. “I figured this time I wouldn’t need them.”

Chapter 16

Steph

It’s late and the bed next to me is empty. The sky outside is inky black as I tiptoe, naked, through the upstairs hallway. Our clothes are still strewn all over the floor, from the living room, to the kitchen. But as I find my phone and confirm that it is, in fact, the middle of the night, I can hear Malcolm’s voice in his office. He’s on a call, standing in the middle of his office, stark naked. I lick my lips as I approach, his back is to me. He has no idea that I’m here until he turns around and sees me. A flash in his eyes tells me that he’s happy to see me. I can tell thathe’s talking to one of his brothers, based on his quiet demeanor, plus the fact that it’s three o’clock in the morning, and who else would he be talking to at this ungodly hour.

I’m tempted to wrap my arms around him, but as my eyes scan down to his cock, I’m suddenly inclined to try something else. Hands on my nipples, I observe him watching me. Or, rather, his cock, as it slowly awakens. Fingers finding their way to my wetness, I touch myself as he remains entertained. “I’ve got to go, Ethan. I’ll talk to you in a couple of hours.” He says finally, once the chatter on the other end of the call ends.

Malcolm’s beautiful cock stands at half-mast as he ends the call, and I approach him. He says nothing to me, but his eyes are dancing, as I lower myself to my knees, desperate to taste his cock. The head is soft and plump, and so perfect, as I stuff it into my mouth, listening to his soft grunt. It sets my pulse thundering through my veins as I suck him deeply, pumping the shaft with my hand. “God...lassssss.” He whistles through his teeth, indicating a job well done already.

His cock is so perfect. How could any lass walk away from it? The shaft is long, pink, perfectly lined with healthy, bulging veins. The head is sweet and suckable, and he’s got enough girth to keep any lass happy, plus he makes all those delicious noises as I suck him happily. He hisses, grunts, talks through gritted teeth, and sounds so fucking sexy I could die, as I push the head all the way to the back of my throat, keeping Malcolm on his toes. I can hear his breathing get choppy and his pelvis starts to move in time with me, and that’s when he pulls away, lifting me by the waist, setting my ass on his desk, and thrusts into me, holding my legs up, hitting me deep.

I’m so shocked by the sudden change of pace that I cry out loud.

“That’s right, lass...feel it.” He practically growls, testosterone at its finest.

“Fuck me hard, Malcolm.” I tell him, feeling starved for him.

His balls slap against my ass, as he drives into me at lightning speed. Thank God the mahogany desk is well planted on the glossy floor. Despite his vigor, that sucker isn’t moving an inch.

“I’ll fuck you into next week if you want me to, lass.” He grunts through gritted teeth. I love this primal, aggressive side of him. There is nothing worse than a sissy in the sack.

He lifts my legs up to his shoulders and reaches to my clit with his fingers as he looks in my eyes. “Come with me, lass. I want you to come all over my dick and take me with you.”

Just his words are enough, but his fingers and his cock drive me right over, and I do as I’m told, coming hard with him inside, watching his eyes roll back into the sockets, feeling his seed flush into me, wetting me, making my orgasm so fucking intense, my legs shake. I don’t even realize that my fingers are dug into his back until I feel them aching as I come down from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

His lips find mine while he’s still breathless. “You are allowed to interrupt any conversation in this office, any time you want, so long as you’re naked.” He says through kisses, just about igniting me all over again. His kisses are lethal. Whether it’s pre or post sex. His tongue is long and soft, and he knows exactly how to use it.

“I told you I wouldn’t need any clothes, lad.”

He chuckles sexily, lifting me off the desk, carrying me back upstairs effortlessly, and with his cock still in me. He pulls out when we get back into bed. “So, what did Ethan want at this hour?” I ask him.

“Oh, I called him. I told him about the change in plans for tomorrow. Err...well...today, now that it’s after midnight.”

“And?”

“He was impressed. But he agrees with me in that we shouldn’t tell Dougall about any of this. Fat chance he’s ever going to find out.” He kisses me tenderly on the mouth. “Sleep, lass. It’s late.”

Then he snuggles into me, pulling the covers over us. I sleep like a stone until I’m awakened by a strange but delicious sensation, as the sun is just peeking in through the curtains. I feel Malcolm’s hair against my thighs and his mouth sucking my folds. “Good morning.” I say to him, stretching, as his tongue teases my awakening clit.

“Morning.” He says against my skin, and then he French kisses me there, making me cry out, however raspy, as my voice box isn’t as awake as my clit is. His hands reach up to my nipples, and he gently pinches them, bringing me another level of pleasure. Back arched, I open my legs fully to him, feeling my wetness already dripping down my ass, as he licks and sucks me, bringing me to the edge fast. So fast, I white-knuckle the sheets in record time, and as I think he’s going to stop, he doesn’t, instead, he licks faster, queuing another orgasm.

When I’m crying out loud a second time, he shoves two fingers inside, pushing against my inner wall, spurring on a third orgasm. I feel like my heart is going to explode, and as my body vibrates, smoldering from such early morning activity, Malcolm rises, thrusts into me hard, riding on the coattails of my orgasm, and fucks me fast and vigorously, breaking yet another record with a shocking fourth orgasm in a row. This time, he comes with me, shooting his thick, hot semen inside me, finding his own release. “So, you think that you’re thoroughly fucked for today, lass?” He asks me breathlessly, still moving inside me.

I nod, panting. “I am most definitely.”

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