fabric that had his balls drawing up tight and the promise of an orgasm within his reach. When he finally touched her pussy, all slick, smooth, hot and wet flesh, he couldn’t stop himself from slamming his free hand on the wall beside her head. He leaned down to bury his face in the crook of her neck.
He inhaled deeply, loved that light floral scent of the perfume she wore, and ran his tongue up the length of her throat. He worked his fingers on her pussy lips, moaned at the smoothness of her flesh, and started grinding himself against her. The position was awkward given his hand in the way, but he was getting enough pressure and friction that it was doing the job.
“Tell me you like it.” Of course he didn’t need to hear her say anything, because the way she was working herself on his hand told him enough that she enjoyed it just fine. But he was an arrogant bastard, and he got this sick kind of power knowing that she was doing what he said.
“I like it,” she said breathlessly, and she let her head fall back against the wall. He worked his fingers through her folds, moved them up and down her slit, and then started rubbing her clit back and forth. The thunk that sounded as she let her head fall back against the wall had him feeling even more feverish to have her, but she started pushing at his chest again.
“Wait, Rian.”
Shit, he loved hearing her say his name, but he wanted her screaming it as he fucked her, scratching his back as he pounded his dick in and out of her, and wrapping her legs around his waist.
“I want you, Sorcha,” he said against her neck. “I want my cock in your cunt. I want you in my bed, under me, and giving me everything because you can’t stand this sexual tension between us anymore.” He stroked her faster, harder, and knew she would come within a matter of seconds if he kept it up. But he slowed his actions and felt her dig her fingers into his chest. “I want you to sign that contract because you need me inside of you as much as I need to have my dick in your pussy.”
“Rian. Oh. God.” She started moving her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy on his hand, and he wanted to keep going, wanted her to come all over his fingers. But he stopped, took a step back, and watched as she tried to get control of herself. Fuck, he was hard as steel, and seeing her flushed, panting, and on the verge of getting off was not helping his condition.
He lifted his hand so she could see how wet his fingers were because of her, and brought them to his mouth. He sucked the digits clean, and then moved toward her again, grabbed her behind the head, and slammed his mouth on hers. He forced her to taste herself on him, and when she moaned and tried to grab him he moved back again.
He stared at her and then smoothed his hands over his jacket. “Can you please get yourself straightened out and see my first client in?” He was back to being the cold man that he was known for, and although he wanted to heat her up, he also liked seeing the frustration cover her face.
It was the look she wore right now.
She pushed away from the wall, adjusted her dress so it wasn’t hiked up her legs, and narrowed her eyes at him. “You are a sadistic bastard, Rian Hartford.” There was a bite in her voice, but she also had the arousal that still laced it. She breathed out, moved over to her bag she had brought in to the office, and pulled out the folded contract. Sorcha glance down at the papers, and then looked back up at him. She seemed hesitant, but then he saw the acceptance move over her face. “I’m ready to sign it, Rian.”
He stared right in her eyes, felt satisfaction fill him, but didn’t let it show. If she only knew how much he was looking forward to being with her, she would probably be pretty fucking scared, especially with the images of what he wanted to do to her filling his head. He leaned against his desk, folded his arms over his chest, and watched her as she set the papers on the table, grabbed