Chapter 8
Declan
Josie crashes into me, and fuck, she tastes exactly like I remembered.
Sweet and desperate and mine.
My hands find her hips, hauling her against me, and she's already clawing at my shirt, her mouth hot against mine like she's been thinking about this every bit as much as I have.
"This is such a bad idea," she gasps between kisses.
"The worst." I walk her backward until her ass hits the desk. "Terrible."
I drag my mouth down her throat, finding that spot just below her ear that made her fall apart the first time. She shudders against me. "Tell me to stop, then."
"Don't you dare," she breathes.
That's my girl.
The whole arena is dead quiet around us, just the dead silence of the building and the distant whisper of the ocean against the windows.
We're completely alone.
And I have absolutely no intention of being gentle.
I crowd her against the desk, my body caging hers in.
"All day," I growl against her neck, my hand sliding up her ribs to cup her breasts. "You've been driving me insane all fucking day. Sitting up in those stands, watching me like you weren't thinking about exactly this."
"You ignored me," she pants, even as her hips arch into mine. "You looked right at me and—"
"Because if I'd looked at you any longer," I say, my hand drifting lower, popping the button on her leggings, "I would've skated straight off the ice and dragged you into the equipment room."
I slide my hand into her leggings, and Christ. She's soaked. Hot and slick and so wet my fingers slip against her without any effort at all.
"Fuck, Josie." I press my forehead against hers, dragging two fingers through her arousal. "You're drenched."
"I—" She gasps as I circle her clit, pulling her entire body harder against me. "I may have started something this morning. And didn't finish."
A growl rips out of me. "Did you now?"
"Colin called." Her hips chase my hand, desperate. "Right when I was—oh, God, right there—right when I was thinking about you."
That does something to me. The image of her in that hotel bed, hand between her thighs, thinking about me.
I slide one finger inside her, then a second, and she clamps down so tight I have to grit my teeth.
"You were thinking about me?" I murmur, working her slow and deep, my thumb circling her clit. "Tell me what you were thinking about."
"Declan—"
"Tell me." I crook my fingers, hitting that spot that makes her whole body jerk. "Or I stop."
"Don't you fucking dare stop."
Her nails dig into my shoulders, hard enough to draw blood. I've still got the marks on my back from that first night, and fuck, I want more.
"I was thinking about… about that first night. About having you in my mouth. About the way you—oh—"
I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing the moan before it can echo through the whole damn building. Not that I care if anyone hears. There's no one here. And even if there were, her pussy is gripping my fingers so tight I'm not sure anything short of an act of God would make me stop.
I piston my fingers into her, my palm grinding against her clit with every thrust. She's making the most beautiful sounds against my mouth, these high, broken little whimpers that go straight to my cock.
"That's it," I groan. "Fuck, Josie. You look so goddamn good right now."
Her body reacts to my praise, and soon, her hand starts fumbling between us. She starts palming me through my jeans, rubbing the length of me, and fuck, I nearly black out.
"Josie—"
"Faster," she begs against my lips, her hand working me as I work her. "Please, I'm so close, I'm—"
I curl my fingers one more time and she shatters.
Her whole body goes rigid, then convulses, her cunt clenching around my fingers as she cries out my name into my mouth.
Goddamn.
That's what was missing last time.
When she took me back to her hotel room, we were strangers. I never thought I'd hear her moan my name like that, so I drink it down, every desperate sound, riding her through it until she's trembling and boneless and gasping against my chest.
When I finally pull my fingers free, they're glistening. I hold them up between us, watching her dazed eyes track the movement.
Then I slide them into my mouth.
"Fuck," she whispers, watching me taste her. "That's—"
"Delicious," I finish. "You taste even better than I remembered."
"You're insane," she breathes.
"And you're still wearing way too many clothes."
I spin her around before she can respond, my hands gripping her hips, and bend her over the desk. She lets out a startled gasp, her palms flattening against the surface, her ass pushing back into me.
Oh, fuck me.
That ass.
"Look at you," I groan, dragging my hands over the curve of her, kneading those perfect globes through her leggings. "I have wanted to see you like this since the second you walked into that conference room and pretended you didn't know me."
"Declan—"
"Bent over. Spread out. Mine." I yank her leggings down in one rough pull, and the breath leaves my lungs. Black lace. Of course it's black lace. "These are pretty."
She glances back over her shoulder, breathless, that little smirk playing on her lips. "Thanks. I—"
I hook my fingers into the lace and tear.
"Declan!"
The fabric rips clean off her hips, and she yelps, then moans when my hand comes down on her ass.
"These are mine now." I shove the torn lace into my pocket. "A souvenir."
"You're a caveman."
"You love it." I drag my palms over her bare ass, spreading her open, and the sight of her glistening pussy dripping nearly drops me to my knees. "God, look at you."
I have my jeans open in seconds, my cock springing free, hard and aching and leaking at the tip. I rub myself against her, sliding through her slick heat, coating myself in her.
She whimpers and pushes back against me.
I peel my shirt over my head and toss it somewhere, and when I glance down, she's twisted around to look at me, her eyes raking over every inch of my bare chest, my abs, the V disappearing into my open jeans.
"Oh my God," she breathes, and her nails rake down my stomach, leaving thin red lines that make me hiss. "Your body."
I drag the head of my cock through her slick heat again, just to watch her shudder.
"It's not fair." She's still twisted around, eyes locked on the cut of my abs like she's memorizing them for later. "How do you even have time to look like this?"
"Do you want to discuss my work ethic, or you want me to fuck you?"
She grins. "You're right. Sorry. I need you inside me."
That's all I needed to hear.
I notch myself against her, gripping those perfect cheeks in both hands, watching as I push inside her tight, soaked cunt.
"Fuck," I groan, sinking in inch by inch, watching my cock disappear into her. "Christ, Josie, you feel—"
She moans, long and broken, her forehead dropping to the desk. "More. All of it."
I bottom out, both of us shuddering at the stretch, and for a second I just stay there, buried deep, my hands kneading her ass, my thumbs spreading her open so I can watch where we're joined.
"So. Big."
I start to move.
And there's no holding back.
I fuck her hard, my hips snapping against her ass with every thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the dark office. She's gripping the edge of the desk, her cheek pressed flat against the surface, moaning my name like a fucking prayer.
"Yes," she gasps. "Don't stop, don't stop—"
I won't. I can't.
Because she's the most beautiful goddamn thing I've ever seen. Bent over for me, taking every inch, her hair fanned across the desk and her back arched and those perfect tits swaying with every thrust.
Life was good before. Beachside was finally my reward for years of putting up with everyone's shit.
But this?
This is the real reward.
"You like that?" I growl.
I slide one hand up her spine and grip the back of her neck, holding her down, and she keens.
"Yes. God, yes—"
I can feel the pressure building, and I know looking down at the perfect sight beneath me, I'm not going to last. Not with her squeezing me like this, not with the sight of her wrecked and desperate and falling apart underneath me.
Fuck. I need to pull out.
"I'm close," I grit out. "Where do you want it?"
"Anywhere—I don't care—just—"
It takes every ounce of willpower I have, but at the last second I drag myself free, fisting my cock and groaning as I come all over her ass and the small of her back, painting her in long, hot streaks of my cum while she trembles against the desk.
"Holy shit," she whispers into the desk.
"Yeah." I drag a hand down my face, breathless as I release my cock. "That about covers it."
She turns her head, cheek still pressed to the surface, and gives me a dazed, dopey little smile. "You just came on my back."
"Yeah. Um… sorry?"
She laughs, this breathless, helpless thing, and fuck. Will I ever be able to live without that sound again?
"You can't just leave me like this." She wiggles, and I see the mess I've made glistening across her skin. "I have to walk through a public parking lot."
"Relax." I tuck myself away and zip my jeans. "I'll clean you up."
I cross to the corner of her office and spot a box of tissues on a shelf. I yank it toward me—
"Of course it's empty." I shake the box like that's going to magically refill it.
"There's some in my bag," she calls, still draped over the desk like she's lost the ability to stand. "Front pocket, I think. Hurry up, I can feel it moving!"
"Alright, alright."
I skip back and dig through her bag, shoving aside her laptop, a phone charger, three different lip balms, a granola bar—
And then my hand closes around something distinctly not tissues.
I pull it out.
It's a small, hot-pink, very obviously expensive vibrator.
"Josie."
She lifts her head and sees what's dangling from my fingers. Her entire face goes the color of a fire engine.
"Oh my God. Declan!"
"Is this what you use," I say slowly, a grin splitting across my face, "when I'm not around to finish what Colin interrupts?"
"Put that down—"
"It's pink." I turn it in the light, delighted. "And here I was thinking you were a team player. This isn't very on brand, Jose."