Page 179 of Dirty Eoin

I wait until I get into the SUV and he’s pulled the privacy screen across before I reply.

“What it means is that I wanted to wait until I got inside the vehicle so no one would hear me calling you a goddamn asshole.”

“The District Attorney was suggesting that you sleep with him.”

“And? Do you honestly think it’s the first time in my life that I’ve ever had a man come on to me? I’m a big girl, and I can handle myself. Nate’s single. I’m single. Maybe I’ve got an itch that needs scratching and I wanted to take him up on his offer. Who the hell are you to intervene?”

I can already feel the shift in atmosphere. Eoin needs to get over himself. I’m not going to stay celibate for the rest of my life because he doesn’t like the thought of me being intimate with another man.

“What were you discussing with him?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Tell. Me.” He grabs my arm and I wrestle it from his grasp.

“Fuck you, Eoin. I don’t need to tell you anything. What I do in both my professional and private life has nothing to do with you anymore. I’m no longer your wife, remember?”

He spins, grabbing me by the throat and pinning me against the leather seat. “Tell. Me.”

“I said, fuck you.”

“That. Fucking. Mouth.” His breath is hot against my lips, his mouth so close I can almost taste his addictive arrogance. Tendrils of darkness infused with spicy cologne wrap around me.

I can’t move. I don’t want to move. I’m exactly where I want to be.

“Don’t.” I shake my head weakly. We both know I’ve already surrendered. A groan escapes me as his lips capture mine.

Hot. Wet. Firm. And so fucking demanding.

His tongue pushes past, and arousal flows through me.

I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it.

My common sense is screaming at me to push him away, but I make no attempt to stop him when he drags me across to straddle his lap, causing my dress to hitch up around my thighs.

My hands fist his hair, and he hisses in pain. My fingertips then soothe the scarring at the back of his head. He growls in appreciation as his hands grip my hips, pulling them down to meet his so he can grind that huge dick of his against me.

His fingers skim my pussy. No panties. My empty core clenches at the thought of them being thrust inside me as an appetizer.

His chuckle is low. He knows exactly what I’m thinking.

“Greedy, evil woman.”

“Fuck. You.”

“Anytime, Miss Jones.”

“Then how about right now?”

I know I won’t be able to turn back, so I may as well embrace the carnal sin that is lust one last time. I pull on the tie of my dress and let it fall to the floor. His eyes drink in my naked flesh. Reaching down, I unfasten him to freedom, my hand gripping tightly around his thick, throbbing shaft. He hisses his appreciation as my fingers lubricate the tip with his pre-cum.

We pant against each other’s mouths as I lower myself onto his thick, waiting cock, hissing at the burn as he fills me inch by perfect inch.

Our groins connect, and I stay there, relishing in the feel of him being so deep inside me I don’t know where he ends and I begin. My hands grip the seat at either side of his head, and I ride him.

Hard. Fast. Selfishly.

Because this time, it’s all about me. This last fucking time, it’s me who’s in control.

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