Chapter 22
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Conall's hands grip my hips from behind as I lean over the charts, his hard cock pressing against my ass through our clothes. The heat of him makes me wet despite the chaos around us.
"Jesus, Saoirse," he growls in my ear. "You're killing me, bent over like that."
I push back against him deliberately. "Good. You've been eye-fucking me all day."
"Because watching you run this empire makes me want to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you scream my name."
My pussy clenches at his words. "What's stopping you?"
His fingers dig into my waist. "The fact that we might not live through tonight."
I spin in his arms, noting the bulge in his pants. "Then stop wasting time talking."
Before he can respond, Mother walks in. We jump apart, but I catch Conall adjusting his obvious erection.
"Your father wants updates," she says, eyeing us suspiciously.
"Tell him we're handling it," I reply, my voice breathier than intended.
After she leaves, Conall moves to the windows. I can feel his eyes burning into me as I work.
"How fucked are we?" I ask.
"Petrov's been selling us out for months. Feds hit the docks in two hours." His voice is tight with anger and arousal. "We need to move everything now."
"Then we move." I grab the radio, my hands shaking. "All units, northwest routes only."
"Saoirse." He crosses to me, backing me against the wall. "If we don't make it?—"
"We will."
"But if we don't." His hands frame my face. "I need you to know. I've wanted to fuck you since the day you came home. Every night I jerk off thinking about your mouth, your pussy, the sounds you'd make when I'm inside you."
Heat floods between my legs. "Conall?—"
"Tell me you think about it too. Tell me you touch yourself imagining my cock."
I can't lie when he's looking at me like that. "Yes."
His mouth slams against mine, hungry and desperate. I kiss him back just as hard, my hands clawing at his shirt.
"I need you," I gasp against his lips. "Right fucking now."
"Here? With people around?"
"I don't care." I palm his erection through his pants. "I want your cock inside me."
He groans, his hips bucking into my touch. "Fuck, the things you do to me."
My phone buzzes. Federal agents leaving the building.
"Shit," I breathe, checking the message. "Twenty minutes."
"Then we better make them count." His hand slides under my skirt, fingers finding my soaked underwear. "Christ, you're dripping wet."
"For you." I rock against his hand. "Always for you."
He pushes my panties aside, sliding two fingers deep inside my pussy. I bite his shoulder to muffle my moan.
"So tight," he mutters. "So fucking perfect."
"More," I beg, grinding against his hand.
He adds another finger, his thumb circling my clit. "Like this?"
"Yes, oh God, yes."
My phone rings. I answer while he finger-fucks me against the wall.
"Saoirse Kavanagh."
"Agent Morrison, FBI. We'll be there within the hour."
Conall's fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot. My knees buckle.
"Which—" I gasp as he increases pressure on my clit. "Which locations?"
"Main facilities. Your cooperation is appreciated."
"Of course." I'm close, so fucking close. Conall can tell because he smirks and slows his rhythm. The bastard.
The call ends. I drop the phone, grabbing his wrist.
"Don't you dare stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it." He increases his pace, fingers pumping in and out of my soaked pussy. "Come for me, love. Let me feel you fall apart."
The endearment pushes me over. I come hard on his fingers, my pussy clenching around them as pleasure crashes through me.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, working me through it. "I want to taste you next time."
"Next time?" I'm still breathing hard.
"After we survive this." He pulls his fingers free, bringing them to his mouth. "Fuck, you taste incredible."
Watching him suck my arousal off his fingers makes me wet all over again.
"We have work to do," I remind him.
"I know." But he doesn't move away. "This isn't over."
"I hope not."
The next hour passes in a blur. We redirect everything while the attraction between us burns hotter. Every brush of hands, every shared look, builds the need higher.
"Northwest routes clear," he reports.
"Backup sites secured," I respond.
Father's voice crackles through the speaker. "Retire to the private office for debriefing."
The private office. Soundproof. Private.
"Debriefing," Conall repeats, his eyes dark with promise.
"Very thorough," I agree.
We slip through the hidden door into Father's sanctuary. Rich leather, crystal, golden shadows.
Conall locks the door and turns to me like a predator.
"Now," he says, stalking closer. "Where were we?"
"You were about to fuck me properly."
"Was I?" He backs me against Father's desk. "Remind me what you want."
I grab his belt, yanking him closer. "Your cock. Inside me. Hard and deep until I can't think straight."
"Fuck." He lifts me onto the desk, pushing my skirt up around my waist. "You have a filthy mouth."
"You love it."
"I love you." The confession stops us both. "I've been in love with you for years."
My heart pounds. "Show me."
He tears my underwear off, the fabric shredding in his hands. "These were in my way."
I work at his belt and zipper, freeing his cock. It springs up, thick and hard and perfect.
"Christ, you're big," I breathe, wrapping my hand around him.
He groans at my touch. "I'll go slow?—"
"Don't you dare." I guide him to my entrance. "I want all of you."
He pushes inside with one hard thrust, filling me completely. We both cry out at the sensation.
"So tight," he pants. "So perfect around my cock."
"Move," I demand, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He sets a punishing rhythm, driving deep with each thrust. The desk shakes beneath us.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growls. "My cock pounding your tight little pussy?"
"Yes," I gasp. "Harder."
He complies, fucking me with abandon. One hand grips my hip while the other finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles.
"I'm going to come," I warn him.
"Good. Come on my cock. Let me feel your pussy squeeze me."
His dirty words push me over the edge. I come with a scream, my pussy clenching around him rhythmically.
"Fuck, yes," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm going to fill you up."
"Do it. Come inside me."
He buries himself deep and explodes, his cock pulsing as he empties himself in my pussy. We collapse together, breathing hard.
"I love you too," I whisper against his neck.
He lifts his head to look at me. "What happens now?"
"Now we run this family together." I trace his jaw. "As equals. As lovers."
"As husband and wife?" His eyes search mine.
"Is that a proposal?"
"Maybe." He grins. "Think you can handle being married to your father's right hand?"
"Think you can handle being married to the woman who really runs this empire?"
"I'm counting on it."
Outside, our world continues spinning. But in here, we've found something worth fighting for.
Each other.