12. Cormac #2
I bring my hand back between her thighs and sink my fingers inside her once more. “I wouldn’t lie if I were you.”
“I wasn’t.”
I move to rub the pad of my thumb over her clit at the same time. “It’s admirable how hard you’re trying to resist me. You need to know it only makes me harder. But your pussy gives you away. You want this so badly you’re dripping down your thighs.”
“Fuck you,” she grits out, and I swallow a laugh.
“Oh, I intend to. But first, you need to come.”
Gripping her hip with my free hand to keep her steady, I start pumping my fingers inside her pussy.
Fiona’s head falls forward, her curtain of blonde hair shielding her face from me.
No. That won’t do.
I reach up to grab a fistful, holding it out of the way so I can watch her face as she comes. And it doesn’t take much. I only have to circle her clit a few more times with my thumb as I curl my fingers inside her to bring her over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Her thighs shake as her pussy pulses around my fingers, coating my hand with her sweet arousal.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so desperate for release, but having Fiona clench around my fingers almost has me seeing stars.
I growl as I slide my fingers free and reach for my belt. “I need to be inside you. Sit on the desk and spread your legs.”
Fiona stumbles back and perches on the edge of the desk, spreading her thighs so I have the perfect view of her glistening pussy.
Even just watching her drip onto my desk has me gritting my teeth.
She watches me with glazed eyes as I unzip my pants and reach inside to pull my cock free.
“Oh, my god,” she moans as I wrap my hand around my length and give myself one hard stroke to try and take the edge off.
“I suggest you hold on.” I grip her hip with one hand and line my cock up with her entrance.
Fiona digs her nails into my biceps as I pump my hips, giving her almost all of me in one quick thrust.
Thank fuck we’re alone in the office because the moan that escapes her lips as I fill her could be heard from the other side of the floor.
Not that I care. In fact, the thought of people hearing how much Fiona is enjoying my cock only makes me harder.
I groan. “Christ, you’re tight.”
With each pump of my hips, I bury myself inside Fiona so deep that her eyes roll and her inner walls clench around me so tightly that I know this is going to be a hard and fast fuck. Not that I think she minds from the look of pure ecstasy on her face.
She tightens her thighs around my hips, pulling me even deeper. “Don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to.”
I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and hold her against me as I quicken my pace.
If the desk is digging into her ass as I fuck her, Fiona doesn’t complain. Her cries of pleasure only get louder the faster I move.
Sweat breaks out on the back of my neck as my balls tighten.
I am so close, I feel like my cock is about to explode. I don’t think I’ve even lasted five minutes, but can anyone blame me? This is the first fuck I’ve had in literal years, and I’m offered up the sweetest little pussy I’ve ever seen.
It’s a miracle I didn’t already blow my load the moment Fiona took off her panties.
“I’m comin—” Fiona moans into my neck.
“Oh, fuck,” I choke as she comes around my cock.
My entire body shudders, and then I’m gripping the edge of the desk to keep myself upright as I spill inside her.
But the moment it’s over and the only sound is that of our heavy breathing, the lust-induced fog seems to clear from my head.
Fuck. I am currently balls deep in my assistant.
I quickly pull myself free and shove my still leaking cock back into my pants as I take a step back.
My pulse is racing, and I rub a hand over my jaw, as if that can somehow settle the fire inside my veins as Fiona slides off the desk, but not before I notice the evidence of my arousal dripping down her thighs.
What the hell did I just do…
“You should go home. I’m heading out too.” My voice is clipped, though it barely hides the rasp of desire still lingering in it.
“Right. Of course,” she murmurs, without looking at me.
My eyes linger on her as she pulls her skirt back over her hips.
Damn it. Every time she’s in my office, I make a habit of crossing boundaries, but I don’t know if I can stop.
Fiona looks back over her shoulder as she opens the door, fixing me with that blue-eyed stare. It’s the same look she gave me when she told me I had to earn her respect, the very one that had me crossing this line between us in the first place.
It hits me then that hiring her may have been a mistake. A big one.
But then the thought of not seeing her every day gnaws at me in a way I didn’t expect.
Part of me wants to watch her leave, and part of me wants to pull her back in.
I shake my head.
I need to focus. There are more important things that I should be thinking about, like my son, and finding Lorcan and trying to protect this family.
But fuck, it’s been so long since a woman has made me feel anything. I forgot how addictive good sex could be.
I need to stop before this becomes more than a lapse in judgment and we start seeing each other as more than colleagues.
Who am I even kidding?
Sex or no sex, Fiona obviously dislikes me. That much is a fact. I’ve seen it in her eyes when she lets the mask slip.
But this is good. I can use this in my favor as there’s no chance of her developing any sort of crush on me, so at least, I can relax there.
Me on the other hand?
I just have to hope Lorcan decides to show his face soon, just to give me something to do other than think about Fiona Callahan.