Page 64 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

ChapterThirty-Three

Ruby

With a self-satisfied swing to my hips, I leave Layton and push open the door to David’s office next door.

He looks up from his iPad and gives me an eye roll. “Take it Layton still has his ding-a-ling then?”

Snickering, I sit down and prop my bare feet on the desk, dropping my shoes on the floor next to me. “He does. But he will wish he didn’t when everyone else gets a trip to poundtown and he has to sit it out and watch.”

“Oh, ouch. You’re withholding?”

I sigh. “For however long it lasts. God knows his ding-a-ling knows how to ring my bell.”

His eyes dance with amusement. “Well, it is a monster cock. I doubt he has to do much with it to make you cum all over him.” He shifts his gaze to the side while he debates his next words. He looks back at me and asks, “How does it make you feel?”

“Ah-mazing,” I complain with a mock sob. “All he has to do is ram it in and I’m ready to explode. Fucking him is like one big edge until I get to soak his cock, marking him, claiming him…” I trail off as I repeat his words and my mouth starts to water. Fuck. Talk about painting myself into a corner, for fuck’s sake.

“Jesus,” David murmurs. “I’m hard.”

“Me too,” I agree, but then shake my head. “But no nookie right now. Sorry, Sunshine. I need to get my head off my pussy and back on business. Give me your phone.”

His sad expression makes me smile as he passes me his unlocked phone. I fire off a quick text and hand it back.

“Who’re you summoning?”

“The Banker. We need to get this shitshow back on track. I need to know what’s still mine, what I’ve lost, and who I need to kill to get it back.”

He nods slowly. “About all the killing… you okay?” He shifts uncomfortably. I know this isn’t easy for him.

“Yep. Are you? I know you didn’t sign up for murder and mayhem.”

His eyes shoot up to mine in earnest. “I signed up to be with you, whatever it takes, whatever comes along. I love you, Rubes. Don’t worry for one second about me. I’m all kinds of good.”

I take it at face value and give him a smirk. “Bet you are. Declan also happens to know what to do with his ding-a-ling.”

He lets out a loud guffaw. “Oh, you aren’t kidding.” His cheeks blush and it’s so cute, I want to wrap him up in cotton wool and protect his little sunbeams from further darkness. “Hey, do you think they’d be pissed if they knew we were discussing their dicks?”

“If a woman can’t discuss the dicks of her lovers with her best friend, then what has this world come to?”

He smiles widely at my words. “I love being your best friend, almost as much as I love being able to bury my cock deep inside you and feel you soak me, mark me, claim me…”

I fan myself with my hand. “Phew, you know how to work a girl up, dontcha?”

“Still hoping for some bent over desk nookie. But I’m assuming Layton has already railed you that way today so I will have to come up with something more creative.”

“If anyone can, it’s you. How do you feel about public sex?”

His cheeks blush at my blunt question. “Uhm, never had it…never seen it…it obviously gives you a thrill. You and Killer seemed to be getting each other off good earlier.”

“Killer?”

He shrugs. “It’s not my best work. But Cillian…not shy about killing…I’ll think of something else.” He waves his hand about.

“Well, I like it, not sure what he’d think though. And yes, we sure did.”

“Not fucking fair.”

“I know, and I will definitely make sure you get first dibs later.”

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