18. Fiona
Chapter Eighteen
FIONA
I don’t ask any questions as Cormac drives over toward Central Park West. Not even when he pulls into a private underground garage. It is filled with a dozen or more cars, each of costs more than my new salary. Even when we ride the elevator up to the penthouse, I keep quiet.
My body is so alive with nervous energy that even if I did open my mouth, I’m not sure I would be able to form any words because Cormac Sullivan is bringing me back to his apartment.
The doors slide open, and he steps aside to let me out first.
I try my best to hide my shock as I take a look around.
The decor is sleek and monochromatic, which doesn’t surprise me.
Cormac doesn’t exactly scream ‘warm and fuzzy’.
But the real showstopper is the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that looks out over the city skyline.
I start walking over to them so I can properly take in the view, but it seems Cormac has other plans.
“Take off your dress.”
I spin around at Cormac’s command.
He’s standing with his hands in his pockets, looking just as cool and collected as ever.
Fuck, this man is gorgeous. Every inch of him, from his sharp jaw to his long, lean limbs, turns me on. And that dark hair that matches his eyes… It makes him look even more dangerous, and that promise sends a shiver down my spine.
I try to ignore my racing pulse. “I was promised a night of cinematic entertainment.”
Cormac stalks toward me. “Let me assure you… If you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, we can watch the movie afterward.”
“After what?” I ask, playing innocent.
“After I make you come so hard you see stars.” Cormac grunts before lacing his hands into my hair and pulling my mouth to his.
The kiss is punishing, but I can’t get enough.
I sink my fingers into his shirt, pulling him closer as I part my lips, and Cormac groans low in his throat as he forces his tongue into my mouth.
My arms snake around his neck as I press myself against him, moaning when I feel how hard he is already.
He breaks the kiss. “Fuck. You need to take that dress off right now.”
I don’t need to be asked twice. I reach around to undo the zipper and let the material pool around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.
“I remembered that you liked lace.” I glance down at the red bra I picked out this morning.
When I look back at Cormac, I fight a smile as the muscle in his jaw ticks.
“But I think you might like this more…” I reach behind and undo my bra before tossing it aside.
It barely hits the floor before Cormac’s hands are on me, palming my breasts as his mouth explores my neck.
I arch into him, moaning as he pinches my sensitive nipples. “Why is it I’m the one who always ends up naked?”
He nips at the skin of my neck. “Are you complaining?”
“It just seems a little unfair, that’s all.”
Cormac pulls back and smirks down at me.
“You’re welcome to take my clothes off whenever you like, Miss Callahan.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Perhaps, but right now, I need you to lie down on the couch and spread those thighs.”
“You’re starting to become a little predictable, you know that?” I tease as I turn around and walk over to the couch.
I’m still wearing my heels, and I can feel Cormac’s eyes on my ass as I walk away, so I make a point of swaying my hips.
I suddenly cry out as Cormac wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against him as his other hand wraps around my throat.
His cock presses into my ass, and I moan as I rub against him.
“You’re a fucking tease, you know that? Don’t act like you’re not the one who’s desperate for release. We all know the second my cock is in you, I’ll have you screaming.”
“You can test that theory.”
I barely have a chance to react before Cormac lifts me off the ground and tosses me down onto the couch.
He climbs on top of me, wrapping his hand around my throat as the other goes between my thighs.
“Oh, I will.” He sinks a finger inside me.
My back arches off the couch, but his hand only tightens around my throat as he sinks another finger inside me.
I claw at his forearm, desperate to gain any ounce of control, but Cormac is unrelenting. Every time I squirm, he tightens his hold until I’m barely able to move an inch.
He chuckles darkly as he rubs his thumb over my clit. “Nice try.”
“Asshole.”
“I’d watch that mouth of yours if I were you.”
I fight a smile. “If you don’t like what I say, there are plenty of ways to shut me up.”
Cormac’s eyes flash with need.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he growls as he slides his fingers through my wetness. “To have me fuck your mouth instead of this sweet little pussy.”
I moan as Cormac’s erection presses against my thigh.
Quite frankly, I don’t care what he does because I know it will leave me limp with pleasure all the same.
I grind against his hand, crying out as he curls his fingers inside me.
“I’m close—” I choke on a breath as Cormac instantly removes his fingers and my orgasm disappears. “Cormac.”
He smirks before dropping to his knees and throwing my legs over his shoulders.
“You did tell me you like to be teased,” he murmurs before burying his face between my thighs.
This time, I sink my fingers into his hair, pulling hard enough on the strands to make him grunt, but I know he’s loving it just as much as I am.
I grind my hips against his face as he devours me.
“Fuck, yes!” I moan as my thighs start to tremble.
Cormac takes my ass in his hands and angles my hips so that he can apply even more pressure to my clit.
I always thought I was more of a slow and steady type, but not with him. The feral need with which he tastes me has my climax building in record time, and just when I think I can’t take any more, he sucks on my clit until I’m screaming out his name.
He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “You’ve made quite the mess.”
I don’t even have the energy to form words. I lie on the couch, completely limp with pleasure as Cormac gets to his feet and tugs off his shirt.
If I wasn’t already speechless, the sight of his chiseled abdomen would do it.
I trail my eyes down the lines of his muscles, stopping at the ones that disappear into his pants.
He reaches for his belt. “On your knees, Callahan. Let me see that ass.”
I do as he asks without question, turning over and lowering myself until my head is on a pillow and my ass is in the air.
“So obedient,” he grunts before slapping his palm against my cheek.
I cry out from surprise rather than pain.
“Such a good fucking girl for me.”
I moan as I bury my face in the pillow and arch my back even more, pushing my ass even higher in the air.
At the sound of Cormac undoing his belt, my pussy clenches, already anticipating how well he’s going to fill me.
“So many things we could do…” He runs the slick tip of his cock along the seam of my ass before dipping inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he gives me barely an inch.
I try to push back against him, but, of course, he pulls away, leaving me aching and desperate for him.
“But right now, I need to be inside this pussy.” He takes hold of my hips and buries his cock inside me in one hard thrust.
I claw at the couch, trying to hold on as Cormac pounds into me.
At this angle, he’s hitting me so deep that I can barely catch my breath.
I try to match his pace, pushing my ass back against him as he fucks me, but the pleasure is too overwhelming.
“I love watching your ass bounce against my cock,” Cormac grits out.
“Feels so good,” I moan.
“It’s about to feel even better.” He wraps my hair around his hand and tugs hard.
I cry out as I arch my neck, but Cormac doesn’t stop there.
His other hand drops from my hips to reach around in front to start rubbing my clit. “Come for me.”
“Oh god, I…can’t,” I choke.
“I told you to watch your mouth, and this is what you get. So, come.”
I don’t know if it’s possible to hate how much control he has over my body, but I can’t fight the orgasm.
The sting of pain as he tugs on my hair mixed with the pleasure as he thrusts his cock inside me, has me half moaning, half sobbing, as I climax so hard that I feel my own arousal drip down my thighs.
“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” Cormac groans.
Just when I feel like he’s about to finish, he pulls himself free, and I cry out at the sudden emptiness. But then I feel the hot bursts of his release on my ass, and I have to muffle my moans in the pillow.
Never before have I wanted to be claimed so badly by a man, but somehow Cormac Sullivan has me wanting every inch of my body covered in him.
“This is what I picture every time you bend over in front of me.” His voice rasps as he takes my cheeks in his hands and squeezes.
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask breathlessly, as I glance over my shoulder.
Cormac lifts his eyes to mine, and I bite my lip at the feral look on his face.
“It’s a very bad thing.”
“I’ll try to be more careful.”
Cormac’s lips twitch before he straightens and pulls up his pants. He didn’t even wait to take them off fully before burying himself inside me, which I take as a compliment.
It seems he doesn’t have as much control as he thinks he does. At least when it comes to me.
“Mind if I take a shower?” I look at the mess he’s left on me.
“Go ahead. It’s just up the stairs on the left. There are fresh towels and a robe if you need it. I’ll go and make us a drink.”
“Great.” I hurry to pull on my dress and dart up the stairs.
The bathroom is just as incredible as the rest of his apartment. The shower alone is bigger than my kitchen, and there’s an array of expensive-looking oils and soaps lined up on the shelf.
He really is setting the bar high. Orgasms and a fresh towel. He really does spoil me.
The thought makes me pause.
I’ve gone from using sex as a way to get information to acting like Cormac is my boyfriend in less than a second.
I’m the one who is meant to be manipulating him, and yet one dinner has me feeling like a lovesick teenager.
This is not good. I cannot afford to take my eye off the ball like this.
I’m too consumed by my own conflicting thoughts to even enjoy the shower. Maybe once I’m back in my own apartment, I will be able to think clearly, because right now, all I can think of is how much I want to stay the night. And that is setting off alarm bells in my mind.
Cormac Sullivan is meant to be the bad guy in my story, but somehow I keep forgetting that the moment I see him naked.
I hurry to get dressed and head back downstairs to find Cormac hanging up a call with a grim expression on his face.
I frown. “Is everything okay?”
Cormac shakes his head as he looks down at his phone, his dark brows pulling together in a deep frown. Any trace of the man who just pleasured me within an inch of my life is gone without a trace.
“No, it’s not.”
My stomach plummets at how quickly the mood has shifted. I know it’s none of my business, but I ask anyway, “What’s wrong?”
“I need to fly to LA, immediately.”
“LA? Why?”
Cormac lifts his eyes to meet mine.
“I need to go and collect my son.”