Page 23 of In Hawke's Eyes (Toron's Pride 2)

“No.”

“Does she want to?”

He hesitated. “Yes.”

“Do you?”

Hawke pulled a hand from his pocket and reached out to snatch her close to him. She tumbled against his chest, her breath catching. When she peered up at him, the other woman slipped from the forefront of her thoughts. “You are what I want. Tell me you were in my building looking for me, and it wasn’t some cruel coincidence. Tell me I have the right to call you mine.”

Stephanie clutched at his shirtfront. Her panties instantly soaked through in the heat of her desire. She licked her lips and saw Hawke’s gaze follow. Even that set her off, and she swallowed in convulsive movements. “Y-yes, you have the right. I’m yours. I shouldn’t have left, and I can’t stay away. Hawke, I love you so much, and I hope it’s not too late. Do you still love me?”

“Foolish, stubborn woman, it’s not possible for me to ever stop.”

She blushed, and they kissed, Stephanie letting the world slip away. When Hawke raised his head, it was much too soon. The crease between his brows told her there was more he needed to say. She reached up and smoothed out the area.

“What is it?”

He grimaced and glanced away, then back at her. “I hope your dealings with your ex in-laws hasn’t soured you to people with money—I mean other than Meechi of course.”

She frowned in confusion. “No, why?”

“I’m sort of rich,” he confessed.

Stephanie laughed. “Sort of?”

“I’m pretty much set for several lifetimes. I made a series of wise investments and well, I do private investigations because I enjoy it, not because I have to.”

She pretended to consider what he told her, touching a finger to her lips. The expression of worry on Hawke’s face intensified, and he opened his mouth to say something else, but she covered it laughing. “I’ll take the good with the bad if I must.”

Hawke pulled her closer and gave her ass a smack. She broke into peals of laughter, but when he left his hand on her rear and gave it a squeeze, all humor dissipated. Stephanie had worn a wraparound dress that morning, which gave Hawke free rein of her legs and beyond. He swiped the material aside and cupped her pussy.

She dipped her head and moaned. “Hawke, we can’t do that here.”

“Says who?” His voice had dropped down low, and the deep timbre heated her blood to boiling. Even while she protested, he snatched her panties down. She squeaked when they dropped to the floor, and he explored between her legs. Hawke grunted. His gaze locked with hers, narrowed and intense. “What is this?”

“Nothing.” Her cry when he stuck a finger in her wetness said otherwise. “Hawke, you really shouldn’t. I don’t know how to keep quiet.”

“That’s what I’m counting on.”

When he twirled her and pushed her forward to lean over the desk, she knew what he planned to do. She bit her lip and looked back at him, watching as he unbuttoned his pants. Anticipation made her wiggle her hips, so that before he could get his boxers lowered, her ass rubbed his hard-on. Hawke seized her at the waist and forced her to be still.

“I’m not walking out of here with stained pants,” he growled.

She affected a pout. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Hawke hiked her dress up over her butt and gave her ass a swat. She squealed at the sting. He spanked her again and stroked the tingle away. Shocked at how much she liked it, Stephanie put a knee up on the desk and arched her back.

“Again, Daddy,” she pleaded.

Red tinged Hawke’s cheeks, but she saw the excitement in his eyes, and the way they changed color and depth somewhat. If she’d been able to view him clearly before now, there was no way she wouldn’t know he was anything but human. He bent slightly to the left, and she knew he watched her pussy juices dripping from her core. She gave a small wiggle, and his flat palm came down again. She whined and moaned, loving her punishment. A couple more times, she called him daddy, and when he ripped his boxers down his legs to reveal his thick erection, she knew she had pushed him to the limit.

Hawke dipped a thumb inside her dripping sex and worked it around in a circle. When his digit was good and wet he pulled out and slid it higher. Stephanie puffed out a breath of air at the penetration into her rear entrance. She cried out and swung her arms across the surface of the desk. Papers flew into the air and fell on the floor. Hawke didn’t let up. He pushed his thumb into her anus as far as it would go and then began working it in and out. The feeling of fullness overwhelmed her with such a small tool as his thumb, but her lover wasn’t done. He pressed his cock head to her pussy, and she went up onto her toes.

“You want this, baby?” he murmured, his voice gruff with his need.

“Yes, oh yes, stick it in. I want it all,” she pleaded.

This time, Hawke didn’t tease her. He stuffed his cock into her opening, and she screamed his name. He allowed her insides to stretch around his girth and her muscles to relax, but then he pounded his shaft home. Filled to capacity, she hung onto the edge of the desk and took every inch. She did her best to push back on him, but Hawke’s roughness left little for her to do other than feel.

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