Page 45 of The Trolley Kiss

He pulls out of me suddenly, yanking me around by my hips. He leans down and grabs the back of my thighs, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He slams me back against the door for leverage, so he can reach down and grab his cock, sliding it back inside of me.

He leans back slightly, looking directly into my eyes as he bounces me up and down on his dick. He leans forward, slamming his lips against mine before pulling back and leaning his forehead against mine. “Fuck, princess.” He kisses my lips softly, slowing down his pace for a moment while he looks back into my eyes.

It feels like he can see into my soul, and that terrifies me. I close my eyes to try to disconnect myself from my feelings. This is purely a physical interaction. I focus on how fucking huge his cock feels inside of me right now. The friction of every push heats my pussy up, making me even more horny as waves of pleasure flow through my body.

Declan gives himself over to pleasure as his grunts and groans intensify. “Touch yourself,” he rasps.

I reach down in between my legs and rub my fingers over my clit as he slams his dick inside of me. Sound begins to fade away and my muscles clench down everywhere. It feels like my body is winding and winding and winding and winding. Sparks ignite where I’m touching my clit, causing a chain reaction of tightening of my muscles. I need to fucking burst. I need to fucking burst. I need to fucking burst. Fuuuuuck!

Every muscle spasms, every nerve ending bursts into euphoria, every feeling comes to the surface. I dig my nails into Declan’s shoulders as I fall apart.

He can’t last another moment. “Jesus, Addison!” he grunts, gasping for air as he shoots his cum inside of me. His body shakes against me for a few moments while he continues to slowly push his dick in and out of me, releasing every last bit of cum.

His body collapses against me, his arms encasing me against the door. He grabs my jaw, lifting my chin to make me look up at him. He leans down and places gentle kisses against my lips, not removing himself from inside of me. He continues to place kisses against my lips.

I inhale and exhale harshly, trying to come down from my high, but I can’t. It’s more than the rush of the orgasm. I’m panicking. I need to leave. This is too much. It’s too much.

I gently push at Declan’s chest. His face immediately drops like he knows exactly what I’m doing. I’m pulling away.

He pulls his shirt over his head, holding it under his dick as he slides out of me, wiping between my legs to wipe any remaining cum.

I look down to the floor. “That can’t happen again. We have to work together.”

He steps back and laughs like he can’t believe I’m doing this right now. His exhale sounds sad. “So then we’ll wait until I’m done consulting at your office.”

“No, Declan… that’s not what I meant.” I look down, feeling ashamed.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “I know.”

I take a moment to build up enough courage to meet his gaze. My stomach drops when my eyes meet his. I want to stay. I want to give in. I want to feel this. But I can’t. I can’t risk it.

Declan nods, understanding from my face what my answer is. “For the record, I would not mind if you stayed the night.”

I nod, not knowing what else to do. I get fully dressed and try to rush out the door.

“Addy.”

I stop at his voice. I turn, and he cups my jaw with his hand, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss goodbye against my lips. He steps back with a nod, letting me know he’s not giving up on this yet.

Waiting until I’m ready.

“Goodnight, Declan.”

Chapter 18

“Good morning, princess,” Declan whispers in my ear, reaching around me to the coffee pot.

“Oh,” I say, turning around to face him and taking a sip of my own coffee. “Good morning.”

He leans back against the counter, running his eyes down my body as he sips his coffee. His smile behind his cup lets me know he’s thinking about the exact same thing I am.

I brush my hair behind my ear and turn away to hide my blush as a couple of guys from the sales department walk in. Declan chats with the guys while I slip out of the breakroom to escape to my desk. I blow out a long breath as I plop down in my chair. How the fuck am I supposed to work with that man if he keeps looking at me like that?

He waltzes into my office area and sits down across from me. He leans back in his chair, getting comfortable. His eyes twinkle with mischief, and his smile is sinister. He’s getting a kick out of this.

Here I thought it might be awkward and uncomfortable between us. But no! Of course not! Now it’s only awkward and uncomfortable for me. He’s fucking full on eating this shit up.

He still thinks this thing is happening between us. And honestly, he might be fucking right, but not if I can actually gain back some control of this situation. I can resist him. I can resist him. I can fucking resist him.

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