12. Cormac
Chapter Twelve
CORMAC
It’s been two days since I kissed Fiona, and I have not been able to stop thinking about it. Not even for a second.
I was hoping that giving her the full weekend off so we could have some space would help me put things into perspective. I mean, she’s my assistant. I can’t go around kissing her whenever I want. I’m not Brennan.
But it’s not just kissing that I want to do. It’s so much more than that.
Every chance it gets, my mind wanders, and I’m left unbuckling my pants and stroking my cock under the desk as I remember the way her body felt pressed up against mine.
But even that’s not enough to take the edge off.
I am well and truly fucked.
Thankfully, I have a few meetings in the city on Monday morning, so I don’t arrive at my office until almost noon.
Keeping my head down, I disappear inside and hope that Fiona gets the hint that I want to be left alone. But I’ve barely had a chance to turn on my computer when a knock sounds at the door.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I mutter under my breath.
“Mr. Sullivan?” Fiona calls from the other side of the door.
I swallow a groan.
Fuck. Even hearing her call me Mr. Sullivan turns me on and fills my mind with all sorts of dirty roleplay scenarios.
I grit my teeth. “What is it?”
The door opens, and there she is, the woman who has been plaguing my thoughts all damn weekend.
She walks into my office like she owns it.
I can’t help but rake my eyes over her, tensing at the way her skirt clings to her curves.
Each step she takes in those stiletto heels has her hips swaying and my cock growing thicker as I imagine those legs wrapped around my waist.
“I need to file these away.” She flashes me a smile that draws my attention away from her thighs and back to her mouth.
Great. Now I’m fully hard.
“And you couldn’t have done that before I arrived?” I snap as I try to subtly shift in my seat.
Fiona doesn’t even bristle. “I can come back lat?—”
“Be quick.” I force my attention back to my screen.
But I can’t focus on any of the numbers in front of me, not when my cock is straining against my zipper.
I stupidly sneak a glance out of the corner of my eye and almost spill in my pants at the sight of Fiona’s shapely ass as she files some papers in the bottom drawer of the cabinet.
She must know what she’s doing to me. Why else would she be bending over in such a tight skirt?
Is this payback for all the ridiculous commands I gave her last week? If so, that’s completely unreasonable. I never once gave her a task outside of her job description. If she has an issue, she can bring it up with me directly rather than torturing me like this.
Or maybe this is all in my head.
It’s the stress. I’ve been wound so tight lately that my body is simply screaming at me for release. That’s all. If it wasn’t Fiona, it would be someone else.
But I don’t want someone else.
“Is there anything else you need, Mr. Sullivan?” Fiona offers me another smile.
You.
On your knees.
Right.
Fucking.
Now.
“You can go,” I grit out.
I keep my eyes down as she leaves, though the temptation to watch her walk away is almost too much to bear.
The second the door clicks shut, I reach beneath the desk and squeeze my length over my pants, groaning as my cock starts to leak.
I desperately need to distract myself before I end up storming into Fiona’s office and bending her over the desk.
Grinding my teeth, I quickly open up my email and click through some files on Lorcan that have been sent through from Aiden Clark, Kieran’s PI. But as usual, it’s all pretty much useless.
Brennan and I managed to check out a few of the people on our growing list of names that might be associated with Lorcan over the weekend, but every one of them led to nowhere.
The lack of intel on Lorcan is starting to mess with my head.
Either my uncle has turned into a fucking magician and disappeared into thin air, or I’m too blind to notice the clues he’s left behind.
I shoot my brother a quick message, hoping he might have found something useful.
ME: Any leads?
brENNAN: Just checked another three sources on the list. Still nothing.
ME: Keep trying. There has to be something.
brENNAN: On it!
brENNAN: Have a good day at the office, sweetie xoxo
I shut off my phone and open up the list of names. Many of them are dead ends, but I’m tempted to try again, just in case.
There’s no way not a single one of them knows where Lorcan is.
Maybe I’m just not giving them a good enough reason to break.
I give myself the entire afternoon to work through leads, taking countless calls with Brennan as he visits various club owners in the city while I work on the paper trail.
It’s boring work, but at least it keeps my mind occupied from thoughts of Fiona, who thankfully has not made another appearance in my office since this morning.
It seems I might actually survive this day after all.
I’m just sending off a quick message to Ronan with an update on the Lorcan situation when a knock sounds at the door. I glance at the time on my phone and frown.
It’s eight p.m. I didn’t realize it was so late, but apparently, the sun went down hours ago, and I didn’t even notice.
“Who is it?” Maybe it’s one of the janitors coming to empty my waste paper bin.
“It’s Fiona.”
She’s still here?
The door tentatively opens, and Fiona appears.
I frown. “It’s late.”
She gives a slight shrug. “There was a lot to catch up on.”
“I have no need of you, so you can go,” I say coolly.
“I just wanted to make sure you got your messages.” She saunters over to my desk.
I keep my eyes trained on my screen, but I see out of the corner of my eye one of the memos fall to the floor.
Without thinking, I move to pick it up just as Fiona leans down, giving me the perfect view of her tits spilling out of her top. As if I needed another part of her body to think about tonight.
I ball my hands into fists as she straightens, her eyes flicking to meet mine.
Color instantly floods her cheeks as she realizes I was just ogling her, but she doesn’t look away. From the way she takes that plump lower lip between her teeth, it seems she enjoyed having my attention.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game, Miss Callahan.”
“Oh?” Her blue eyes twinkle, which tells me all I need to know.
All of this, the short skirt and the bending over, was on purpose. She’s been trying to entice me all day. But one thing she is about to learn is that teasing me comes with some pretty severe consequences.
My voice lowers. “I don’t take well to being teased.”
As if she couldn’t surprise me anymore, she slowly walks around my desk and perches on the edge. She’s so close I can smell the sweet scent of her perfume.
Has she always worn that, or is this simply another way for her to test my restraint?
“Who says I’m playing?”
Fuck it.
I growl as I reach out to grip her hips, tugging her closer until she’s standing between my thighs.
“So, you’re saying that this wasn’t for me?” I run my fingers along the hem of her skirt, gently brushing against her bare thigh.
“It was the only skirt I had that went with these shoes,” she says a little breathlessly.
“And you couldn’t change the shoes?”
There’s that lip bite again that has my cock twitching in my pants.
Fiona shakes her head, and I narrow my eyes.
“I warned you that I don’t like being teased,” I growl as I slide my hands beneath her skirt and hoist it up until it’s around her waist.
Fiona sucks in a breath as I expose her bright pink panties.
“And these?” I look at her as I tug on the waistband.
She gasps. “Purely a preference.”
“Hmm… So, how did you know I like lace?”
She opens her mouth to answer just as I run my finger along the seam, tracing the length of her pussy over the lace, which is already soaked with her arousal.
I press down on her clit. “Tell me something, Miss Callahan… Do you like to be teased?”
Fiona’s answering whimper has me swallowing a groan.
I start circling my finger. “I asked you a question. I suggest you answer it.”
“Yes,” she chokes.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like…being teased.”
“Then I suggest you take off those pretty little panties before I rip them off you.”
Fiona goes to step out of her heels, but I reach out to grip her hip.
She blinks at me, her eyes already glazed with need.
“Keep the shoes on.”
I watch her, transfixed, as she slides the skimpy lace over her thighs.
My body vibrates from the amount of restraint I’m having to use to stop myself from pinning her to my desk and sinking my cock inside her.
I hold out my hand. “Those belong to me.”
Fiona scowls but drops the scrap of lace into it, and I quickly pocket them.
“Good girl, now…come here.”
I spread my legs even wider, and she steps between them. I haven’t even touched her yet, and I can see how wet she is.
Fuck, I want to taste her, but I know that’s what she wants from the way her eyes are glazed, and I’m not about to give in.
“Eyes on me.” I reach between her legs and slowly run two fingers along her pussy.
She’s even wetter than I expected, and I fight back a groan as my cock strains against my zipper.
“Cormac,” she gasps when I gently start to push my finger inside her.
I never thought hearing my name on Fiona Callahan’s lips would have me on the verge of coming. But then again, I’ve severely underestimated the effect she has on me.
“You can take both.” It’s not an order.
Fiona bites down on her lower lip as I add another finger to push two fingers inside her.
“Put your hands on my shoulders.”
She does as I ask without hesitating.
That kind of obedience has my pulse thrumming in my ears.
She braces her hands on my shoulders as she throws her head back, exposing her flushed neck.
I slowly slide my fingers in and out of her pussy. “Tell me something else. Do you enjoy pleasing me?”
“No,” she says a little too quickly.
I slide my fingers free, and Fiona lets out a whimper as I bring them to my lips.
She watches with a mixture of awe and agony on her face as I slowly suck them clean, groaning at the sweet taste of her arousal.