Page 60 of Twisted Secrets
She grabbed his chin. “If you’re about to ask me if I’m sure, don’t bother. I’m about to drag you to the floor and have my filthy way with you.” Then she kissed him, because the fact that he was checking to make sure she was okay every step of the way only made her heart ache for him more.
Thankfully, Cillian took her at her word. He held her hips tightly and pushed into her. The intrusion had her gasping, stretching her almost uncomfortably. She opened her eyes to find him watching her face, his gaze intent on her. “Lie back.”
“What?”
He let go of her hip with one hand and gently pushed on her shoulder, guiding her down ontothe desk. “Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He pushed into her another inch, a muscle jumping in his jaw. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Hurt her? She was pretty sure she might die if he didn’t keep doing exactly what he was doing. She wiggled until he let go of her hip and then moved, propping one leg over his shoulder and looping the other around his waist. The position shifted him a bit deeper and she moaned.
Cillian froze. “Olivia?”
She used her new leverage around his waist to slam down onto him, taking his cock the rest of the way inside her. “There!”
“Damn difficult woman.” He pulled out a little and pushed back into her. “I’m trying to be gentle with you, and you’re determined to make me lose my damn mind.”
“Gentle isn’t what we are.” It wasn’t what she wanted right now, no matter how much she appreciated the thought.
“It could be.” There it was again, that look on his face that she didn’t have words to describe.
It was too much, and somehow not enough. There was no way this could be uncomplicated—they’d burned that bridge ages ago—but she didn’t want any deep discussions in this moment. She reached over her head to grasp the edge of the desk, loving the way he followed the movement, zeroing in on her breasts. “Are you complaining?”
“Sweetheart, I’m inside you again. Things can’t get better than this.” He pulled out and slammed back into her. “Actually, I lied. The only thing that could make this better is feeling you coming around my cock. I’ve been losing sleep revisiting fucking you in the alley, and I’m craving that feeling like the best kind of whiskey.”
It wouldn’t take much. Her earlier orgasm had her primed and ready, and the friction of himsliding in and out of her only heightened the sensation. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her clit, mirroring what he’d done to her earlier. “Then make me come, Cillian.”
She hadn’t thought his eyes could get darker, but they did. “Your wish is my command.” His thumb stroked her clit as he pounded into her, making her breasts bounce and forcing her to cling to the desk to avoid being fucked right off it.
She loved every second of it.
Pressure built low in her stomach, spiraling through her with each combined stroke of his cock and thumb. She thrashed, but he had her pinned in place, and all she was capable of doing was taking it. “Cillian—”
“I’ve got you.” One more circle of her clit and she was at the edge. Another one and she was tumbling over, releasing her death grip on the desk to hold a hand over her mouth and muffle her cries. The pleasure went on and on, until she was sure she couldn’t take another second of it. She was vaguely aware of his strokes becoming more irregular, and his hands gripping her hips tightly as he came, her name on his lips.
He slumped over her, his ragged breathing a match for hers. “Five minutes.”
It took her brain a few seconds to catch up.Surely he doesn’t mean…“You just made me come twice.Youjust came.”
“Yeah.” He pressed a kiss to first one breast and then the other. “But I’ve been wanting to get inside you again since that first time. You didn’t really think that once was going to be enough, did you?”
He sucked her nipple into his mouth, and against all reason, her body started readying itself forround two.Oh my God.She dug her fingers into his hair as he leisurely explored first one nipple and then the other. Olivia was starting to fear that she’d never get enough of this man.
Which was a damn problem, because there was no way this thing between them could be permanent.
***
Sending Olivia to bed alone was one of the hardest things Cillian had ever done. But duty called, and Aiden would blow a gasket if he didn’t get some kind of answers soon. He ran his hand down her spine as they walked into the bedroom, and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “I’ve got some work to do.”
“Sounds good. I’ve got some sleeping to do.” She climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her head. It was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.
It was official. He’d gone and fallen for Olivia Rashidi, half sister to a man who was emerging as an enemy to the family.
He shook his head and pulled on a pair of sweats, going through all the reasons it was a totally legit choice to climb into bed with her. Ultimately, it was the desire to let her sleep while she could that had him padding out of the room and down the stairs to the study. He grinned at the desk, the memory of what they’d been doing a few short hours ago flashing through his mind.We’ll have a repeat later.
The computer took a few minutes to boot up. They’d replaced the old dinosaur last year with a laptop, so it was quick work to open his e-mail and find the documents Aiden had sent him. Apparently the business owner, Mr.…Cillian checked the files…Mr. Diaz, had kept electronic records of everything. There were the profit/loss reports for the last year, and they were detailed right down to the last dollar. That made his life a little easier. As Devlin had taught him, the Internet was forever. Once something was uploaded, it was damn near impossible to erase it.
Lucky for him. Not so lucky for Mr. Diaz.
He cracked his knuckles and got to work. It was a slow and tedious process to peel away the layers, but he’d never be a hacker like his little brother had been. What Devlin could do in twenty minutes took Cillian nearly a full damn day.
