Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
NELL
Ihad always viewed sex like I viewed a high-level merger: a series of negotiations where I held the majority of the shares.
Most men were predictable. They were clumsy, eager to please, and easily directed with a firm hand or a sharp word.
I was used to being the conductor of my own pleasure, steering the situation with surgical precision that kept my heart uninvolved and my autonomy intact.
I had expected Magnus to be the same: a blunt instrument I could manipulate.
I was wrong.
The second his mouth crashed into mine, the boardroom in my brain went dark.
This wasn’t a negotiation; it was a hostile takeover of my entire nervous system.
Magnus Blackwood didn't kiss; he consumed.
He knew exactly the right amount of pressure to apply to my lower lip to make me gasp.
The moment I did, he was there. His tongue swept into my mouth with a proprietary heat that made my toes curl into the damp grass.
He angled my head with a hand buried deep in my hair. His grip was firm but not painful, tilting me back until the moon was just a silver blur above us. It was as if he’d spent a lifetime studying the exact mechanics of my surrender.
His other hand was a furnace against the small of my back. He pulled me flush against his naked chest. The contrast was staggering; the cool night air on my skin. The radiating heat of his cock pressed against the thin fabric at my belly. Was that the tip of his cock straining towards my nipple?
No way. No man was that blessed. I wanted to glimpse down and check for myself what the good Lord gave him, but Magnus’s hold on me was absolute. Still something kept nuzzling at the underside of my right breast.
I reached between us to — holy fuck, that was his cock. It was long and thick and definitely trying to get to second base.
He was going to be a lot to take. Given how this man was plunging his tongue into my mouth and guiding me exactly where he wanted me with his hands, I was anticipating a fun ride.
I tightened my grip on his manhood, preparing to shift us into a higher gear. He was smooth under my palm. Smooth and hot and thick enough that my fingers didn't quite complete the circuit. I gave an experimental stroke in first gear, just feeling out the engine.
His hand tightened in my hair. The sound he made against my mouth was deeply satisfying. I did it again and felt his whole body shift in response. The control of him stuttered the way an engine did when someone else's hand found the wheel unexpectedly.
He pulled back just an inch. His breath hitched. His amber eyes burned into mine. “I'm going to fuck you, Nell.”
"Yeah." I gave another squeeze of his cock. "That's the idea."
"Once." He made it sound like a warning, a promise, and an apology rolled into a single syllable.
I had already implied that with the whole not mixing business and pleasure line. But sure, let him think it was his idea. I wasn't fool enough to hurt a fragile male ego with a cock his size. "Deal."
"In the cabin. Not my parents' house."
He let go of my hair and grabbed the hand that was around his cock. I was treated to a fantastic view of his backside. Magnus’s heritage was Asian and some kind of Icelandic or Norse. The combination gave him the body of a sleek pirate who kept some of the booty for himself.
He began to lead me toward the tree line, his pace urgent, his body still radiating that intoxicating heat.
I followed, my mind already calculating the logistics of the next hour: how I would maintain my distance, how I would ensure this stayed a transaction.
Most men who agreed to a one-night stand surprisingly got clingy in the morning.
Tomorrow morning I wanted to go home and take a shower before heading into the office as the new CEO of the company.
But we didn't make it to the woods.
The heavy padding of boots on gravel cut through the silence. A tall, shadowed figure emerged from the side of the house. The man looked grim, his tactical gear reflecting the moonlight.
Magnus didn't let go of me, but his entire posture changed. The lover vanished. He stood there, naked and lethal, a king interrupted.
"We have a situation." The man glanced at me pointedly.
"Speak," Magnus commanded.
“The Volki; they’ve hit the Queens terminal. Our entire shipping operation is currently in flames.”