Descent (Steel Brothers Saga #15) - Helen Hardt Page 0,9

and doing hands-on work in the orchard or on the ranch.

“I need to hire a winemaker,” he said absently. “I took oenology at school, but the vineyards are going to have their first harvest this fall. I need someone who knows what he’s doing.”

“So hire a winemaker,” I said, sliding his slacks over his hips.

“I put an ad out, but I haven’t had time to do any interviewing. Too much else going on.”

“What else?”

He didn’t respond right away. Then, “Just business stuff. The usual.”

“Hiring a winemaker is also business stuff.”

“True.”

“You have a huge office staff. Let one of them hire the vintner.”

“Maybe…” He sighed. “I’m so fucking tired, Daphne. So much inside my head. So much I need to do. The responsibility never ends.”

“I know,” I said. “If only your father hadn’t died so suddenly.”

He jerked his eyes open. “What?”

“Your father. His death has thrown you into the business much sooner than you anticipated.”

“Yeah. Right.” He closed his eyes once more.

Hmm. Strange reaction, but I wasn’t going to dwell on it. Brad still wore his underwear. I placed my fingers under the waistband, and his dick sprang to life.

He chuckled softly. “I’m so tired I could sleep for days, but just your touch arouses me.”

Maybe we’d make love after all. I slid his undies off him and then grabbed his cock. Within a few seconds, it had hardened into velvet-covered steel. A drop of clear fluid emerged at the tip. I licked it off. Salty. Salty and wonderful.

“Daph…” he said.

“Shh. Let me take care of you. Please.”

I needed this. I needed it—him—so badly. Even if we didn’t end up making love, at least I could give him something. Show him I was here for him. Because I was. Always.

He still wore his shirt and tie but was naked from the waist down.

“Stay where you are,” I said.

Then I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, Daphne. You drive me insane.”

I smiled against his shaft. Good. Exactly what I was after. I needed to escape this day. I might have lost time, and I’d talk to Dr. Pelletier tomorrow and figure it out, but tonight? I wanted to hide everything negative in the back of my mind and concentrate on the man I loved.

I sucked softly on the head of his cock and took him as far as I could. I was still a novice at oral sex, but I wanted so much to please Brad. Men loved blowjobs, and I wanted to give Brad a good one.

But he stopped me. “Daph, I can’t.”

I let his cock drop out of my mouth. “Please. Let me.”

“Not tonight.”

“Please, Brad. I want to.”

He softened then, and he drew me into his arms until I was sitting in his lap. He pulled my head down and our lips met.

It was a soft kiss at first, but as we both opened our mouths and our lips slid together, it become more demanding.

I grabbed his tie and loosened it, our mouths still fused together. Then I unbuttoned his shirt and parted the two sides of fabric, running my fingertips over his warm, hard chest.

He groaned into my mouth.

I broke the kiss swiftly and climbed off his lap. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and removed my bra. Brad sucked in a breath.

I dropped my gaze to his cock. Still hard. Big and hard and ready for me. I needed him so badly, and yes, he was tired, said he couldn’t do this right now, but I was making this decision.

I was going to fuck him. Right here in this chair. And yeah, it would be a fuck, because that was what he needed right now. Later, maybe we’d make slow, sweet love.

For now?

I’d fuck the daylights out of him.

I peeled my sweatpants and panties from my body and stalked back to him, sitting back down on him and centering myself over his cock.

“Do it,” he said. “Take it.”

I sank onto him, moaning.

He filled me so completely. I was tight but wet, wet and ready, and the burn of him inside me, stretching me, completed me.

I stayed there, relishing the fullness, until I couldn’t wait any longer. I rose and sank back down.

“God, baby. God.” Brad gritted his teeth.

“You feel so wonderful inside me, Brad.” I brushed my lips against his.

He let me take the lead, find the rhythm. And oh, it was perfect. Like the notes of a flawless melody.

I slid against his chest as I pistoned my hips, and my clit rubbed against