Page 71 of The Heiress's First Date

“Excellent, send it over.”

“Already done.”

“Anything interesting I should know?”

“His family’s English. Old money. He’s on this side of the pond, looking to expand their holdings. He’s done his share of partying, but now it looks like he’s moved on to clubs frequented by Mrs. Winthrop.”

“Her specifically?”

“Our investigator saw them last night. Said they looked, and I quote, very cozy.”

Well, damn. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what cozy means in that line of work.

“See if you can find out how long that’s been going on.”

A whimper bubbles up her throat. I slide my hand up and cover her mouth. She lets out a harsh exhale, eyes locked with mine, and then her eyelids droop as she melts beneath me.

“We’ll keep digging,” Magnus says, sounding far, far away.

The world slips into oblivion around us as Katherine’s cunt ripples around my dick, tugging and coaxing. Swallowing me in a sea of heat, pulling me under.

My jaw drops, and I barely manage to hold back my moan of ecstasy. She whimpers beneath my hand. Damn, I need more. I need to be rid of these clothes and off this call.

“I appreciate it. Let me know when you discover anything pertinent.”

I disconnect the call, practically tossing the phone away. Then I pull my hand away from her lips, stopping to tease her nipples on my way to her hips.

She moans in earnest. “Oh, thank god.”

I clamp my hands around her hips. “Sorry, Katie Bird. You’ve got me wound tighter than a spring.”

Her hands lock around my wrists. “Don’t apologize. Just make me come.”

My heartbeat thunders in my ears, and my breaths come in ragged pants as I give her everything I have. She’s a moaning, insatiable mess, twisting on the table beneath me.

“So good. Don’t stop.”

“No chance.”

I lift her legs straight up and wrap an arm across her shins, holding them to my chest. The change in position sends me deeper.

“Oh!” The ragged sound tears from her lips, beautifully garbled as she starts to come. Skin tightening, legs locking against my shoulders, her sweet pussy milking me.

“That’s it, Beauty.” Every pump of my hips makes the table rattle, a delightful percussion to her lusty cries.

She pulls me over into oblivion with her, her cunt so tight that I can’t hold back. Don’t want to. I’m in it with her.

I slam my hips one last time and give her everything I’ve got.

When we finally come down from our high, my clothes are disheveled, the front of my slacks damp, and sweat along the back of my neck.

She smiles up at me, lazy and sated. The most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.

I ease her legs to my sides and bend down for a kiss. Her arms tighten around me, holding me like she’ll never get enough, never let go.

“I love you,” she murmurs against my mouth, peppering me with sweet kisses.

“Love you.” It’s amazing how I didn’t think romance was in the cards for me. Didn’t want it to be. But there’s no turning back now, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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