Chapter 26
Sophie
Ihadn’t realized how much I’d been starving for human connection—for a real, unguarded conversation—until this very moment. With every admission, every careful question, the tight knot in my chest loosened, and my heart felt lighter than it had in a long time.
Everything I told Kian was true.
For a while now, I’d been asking myself whether I’d fallen for the real Jonathan or for the version of him I’d carried with me all those years. And if I was honest, if the accident hadn’t happened last autumn, I could say with certainty that he and I wouldn’t be together anymore.
Shoulders burned and sweat tracing lazy paths down my spine, I jumped to my feet.
“Come into the water with me,” I said, tugging at his hand. “I need protection in case a shark shows up.”
He laughed softly, standing with effortless grace and agility.
“Your shark protector,” he said, offering a grin, “coming right up.”
We waded in until the water lapped at our necks, cooling our heated skin.
Kian gathered me into his arms, lifting me effortlessly as I wrapped my legs around his waist. We floated together, bodies aligned, and I vowed to memorize the strength beneath his skin as his sculpted muscles moved beneath my touch.
“Thank you for today,” I breathed. “It’s been amazing.”
“The day is not over yet, zemra ime,” he murmured, lifting my hand to his lips and brushing them against my fingertips.
I stared at him, the air between us charged. I wanted him—all of him. My heart hammered in my chest, and heat pooled in my core, aching for more.
He bent his head and captured my lips in a drugging kiss. His tongue traced mine with a perfect, tantalizing pressure. Oh my God. I could come all over again, just from this.
Our kiss turned urgent as he ground my sex onto his swollen cock. My insides clenched, and I couldn’t contain the whimpers bubbling in my throat.
I reached between us, my fingers brushing against his hard length pressing insistently against me. Slowly, I slid my hand down the front of his shorts, wrapping it around his engorged length.
He froze for a moment, a low, sharp intake of breath escaping his lips, and I felt a thrill at the way my touch affected him.
I began to stroke him slowly, savoring the heat and impossible weight. Every flex of his muscles, every shiver that ran through him, sent a thrill straight through me. He let out a soft groan, his eyes locking on mine with an intensity that made my pulse race.
The water swirled around us, but I could feel nothing except raw electricity and the urgent, aching response I was drawing out of him.
“I’m on birth control,” I breathed against his lips.
“You’re playing with fire,” he warned, smiling darkly. “I said tonight and not a moment sooner.”
The man had the will of steel, yet after learning more about him, I shouldn’t have been surprised.
I pulled his length back and forth and his eyes closed in bliss.
“That’s fine,” I murmured, pumping him hard. “But it’s good to discuss protection ahead of time.”
His eyes flickered with arousal.
“I’m clean,” he growled, his hand wrapping around mine, working in tandem.
“Date of your last test results?”
We got into a rhythm; I pulled, he pumped.
“Two weeks ago.”
Our lips locked, and we kissed like two starving people. His breathing turned ragged, his eyes closed as he kept pumping. I reached down with my other hand to cup his balls, tightening my grip on his cock. He shuddered with a moan and I continued to stroke him hard under the water.
His eyes flickered open and I put my mouth to his ear. “You gave me two orgasms, I gave you one. I believe in equal standing.”
He grabbed my hair at the nape and dragged my face to his. “That’s not how this works. I—”
I pumped him harder, and he tipped his head back as he lost control and jerked forward, coming on a harsh exhale. His Adam’s apple bobbed as I emptied him, his breathing labored.
He kissed me tenderly, his lips lingering with a softness that made my chest tighten. Then, he pressed his forehead against mine, grounding us in this moment.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sophie,” he panted, his voice rough with both awe and something darker.
I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the rapid rise and fall of his chest against mine, and the unspoken weight of everything that had built between us crashing down.
I held him close as my hands wandered over his back with a tenderness that mirrored the ripple of waves around us. His breath hitched again, but the tension melted from him with each soft kiss I pressed along his neck, leaving him grounded and relaxed against me.
He scooped me up into his arms, declaring, “I don’t deserve you, but I’m going to keep you.”
His touch was gentle, and I smiled against his lips as I brushed the hair back from his forehead.
“You better,” I teased. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Two hours later, we were back in the manor.
Steam still clung to my skin when I got dressed, my nerves humming with anticipation. Dinner was set on the terrace, the sight familiar: candlelight shivering in the night breeze and moonlight shining across the sea.
Kian sat across from me as our conversation skimmed the surface of pleasant and polite, but beneath it, anticipation ran taut with every glance and every pause.
When the plates were cleared, I held my breath. Upstairs, a door—and his bed—waited, promising a night to remember.
“So,” I began, leaning back, ready to take the reins on this seduction before my nerves betrayed me. Kian’s dark gaze dropped to my mouth and lingered there, slow and unapologetic, and my heart kicked into a reckless sprint. “Let’s go—”
“Boss, call for you.”
Amir appeared at Kian’s shoulder as if he’d been conjured out of thin air, perfectly timed to ruin my momentum. I shot him a murderous glare, but he didn’t even flinch. Of course he didn’t.
He merely adjusted his stance and added, maddeningly calm, “It’s important.”
Not as important as me getting laid, I thought bitterly. The words burned at the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them down with what little common sense and dignity I had left.
Kian sighed softly, the corner of his mouth twitching as though he knew exactly what I was thinking.
He rose from his chair in one smooth, fluid motion. He tossed his napkin onto the table, then stepped around it, closing the distance between us.
He leaned close enough that I could catch the familiar warmth of his cologne. His lips brushed my cheek in a lingering kiss, intimate and promising.
“Hold that thought,” he murmured. “I won’t be long.”
Then he straightened and walked away, leaving me with a racing pulse, an unfinished sentence, and the acute awareness that whatever this interruption was, it had just raised the stakes.
I waited exactly five minutes and fifteen seconds before rising from my seat and heading for his office.
My heels clicked softly against the marbled floor, each step a declaration of defiance, yet no one stopped me. It was as if the building itself held its breath, fully aware of where I was going. Just kidding, that was me.
When I reached his door, I paused, then took a deep breath in and held it.
The imposing slab of mahogany loomed before me, polished to a mirror-like sheen, swallowing every sound from within. I strained to make out any hint of his presence, but silence met me.
Finally, I lifted my hand and knocked, my pulse skidding.
“Enter.”
Kian’s voice—deep, smooth, and unmistakably commanding—sent a shiver down my spine.
I stepped inside just as he pressed a button, ending his call. His attention snapped to me instantly, as though I’d been the only thing on his mind all along. The air in the room shifted, charged with something unspoken.
“Patience isn’t my virtue,” I announced, unapologetic as I shut the door behind me. The sound echoed louder than intended.
His gaze never wavered—dark, heated, hungry—as I crossed the space between us.
He reached up to loosen his tie, and I focused on the cords of his neck. The curves of it that I longed to lick and kiss, inhaling his masculine scent into my lungs and getting drunk off it.
“I was hoping you’d come,” he said, standing as he removed his tie completely, the silk whispering as it glided against the collar. “I’m going to fuck you against this desk.”
Shivers ran down my spine and my nipples hardened. His eyes traveled down and lingered over my breasts as he undid the top button of his shirt.
My chest rose and fell with every breath, my heart racing as the thought of him claiming me tightened its grip.
“I thought you said you’d fuck me in your bed,” I whispered.
“I will, all night long,” he said, taking a step toward me. His muscular body brushed against mine, his fingers touching me as he unbuttoned his white dress shirt one by one. “I need you. Right now. Right here.”
My gaze slid down his torso to the bulge in his pants, and I couldn’t help but feel victorious. There was something intoxicating about having a man—this man in particular—want you to the point of desperation.
He took another step forward and my ass hit the edge of the desk. The desire in his eyes was undeniable and I felt it in the pit of my belly.
He reached out, his thumb tracing my bottom lip before parting them slowly. I couldn’t resist the temptation, so I flicked my tongue against it, sucking it.
His eyes closed and he spoke again. “I don’t think I can be gentle right now.”
I felt the pent-up need in his voice with every essence of my being. I was ready to let this man do to me whatever he pleased.
“Don’t be gentle,” I said, and his eyes finally opened, pinning me with an intensity that reflected the one inside myself.
In the next breath, his hands cupped my face and his lips were on mine, devouring me. My hands roamed his torso, touching him hungrily while his strong muscles flexed and shifted. The fabric of his suit was in my way and I stripped it off.
His fingers traced the zipper of my dress down my back and the chill of the air met my flushed, heated skin, sending goose bumps to meet his fingertips.
He molded his lips against mine, sliding his tongue in my mouth, tasting me even deeper than he had earlier. Grunts and moans filled the space between us and I had to break the kiss, breathing in the air as I arched into his touch.
Kian didn’t pause, trailing kisses down my neck. Hot and greedy. Like he couldn’t get enough of me. Scorching desire prickled over my skin, and I met him stroke for stroke. I would give as much as I took from him.
As if he could read my thoughts, he kissed me harder, a rumble coming from deep in his chest. He put his hand on my leg and slid it up under my dress, his hand gripping my upper thigh.
I felt his cock press against my leg and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. I shivered when he reached my panties, cupping me through the silky fabric.
I moaned into his mouth.
“You’re wet for me,” he grunted, stroking my drenched pussy.
His knuckles grazed my clit, and I sank my teeth into his forearm, a soft whimper slipping out as the office seemed to close in around us.
My hands fisted his half-opened dress shirt, pulling it from his suit pants with a desperate need to have him inside me.
“Such a good girl for me.” My back arched and I rocked myself into his hand, every cell in my body eager to please him. “Do you want to be my whore or my good girl?”
“Fuck me,” I begged, mindless with lust.
I rolled my hips against his hand and he emitted a deep, rough sound.
“Do you want to be my whore or my good girl?” he repeated, his fingers slipping into my panties and his thumb rubbing ruthless circles against my clit.
Moaning, I answered, “Both. Either. Just please… Fuck. Me.”
I must have lost my mind, because I meant those words. I had no idea where this woman was hiding, but I was ready to let her—whore or good girl—out.
Kian pushed my dress down my body, letting it pool at my feet. He pulled my panties down my legs and over my heels. Then his hands slipped under my ass and he lifted me onto the surface of his desk, the cool mahogany stark against my heated skin.
He pushed my legs apart, his fingertips reaching for my bare, wet entrance, while his other hand reached for his belt buckle.
His cock sprang out, large, thick, and glistening with pre-cum while he watched me with lust in his dark eyes.
“You’re ready for me too,” I breathed boldly.
“Spread ’em wide, Sophie.”
I obeyed and he yanked my hips closer to the edge. His eyes swept down to my naked body and he groaned as he positioned his cock at my entrance. My eyes rolled to the back of my head the moment his hot tip touched my throbbing pussy.
“Fuck,” I moaned, arching my body and letting his length slide inside me.
With a hand on the back of my head, he bent over me to kiss me and with one hard thrust filled me to the hilt.
There was no pause, no adjustment—not that I needed it. He pumped his hips ruthlessly into me and I hung on to the desk, silently begging for more more more.
“Fucking perfect,” he groaned, kissing, nipping my neck, my shoulder, down to my breast.
His hand braced my ass and he fucked me deeper and harder. In and out. My hands gripped his shoulders, scrambling for purchase.
Not slowing down in the least, Kian kept fucking me like his life—and mine—depended on it. I closed my eyes, relishing every sensation and second of this while he fucked me like he owned me.
“You’re taking it so good,” he grunted, his rutting never slowing down. I buried my head in his chest and drew him closer with my heels, obscene noises leaving my lips. “Perfect.”
My pussy clenched around him, making him grunt, and his lips captured my screams of pleasure. My release exploded with violence, crashing onto me and leaving me no option but to hang limply off him.
The intensity with which he fucked me into the desk increased with each passing second. His strength made me quiver, the rocking of his hips harder with each thrust. The erotic friction built higher and higher as he fucked me through my orgasm.
Then he hit that spot once, twice.
My mouth opened in a wordless cry and the world tumbled.
“Fuck,” he grunted, pounding into me, my walls clenching his cock. The beat of my heart jumped and raced. I panted, trying to keep up with his rhythm. His hips jerked, then his cock was twitching and releasing inside of me.
I lay sprawled on his desk, my body languid or possibly hovering somewhere between heaven and earth.
His lips brushed against mine, kissing me, lazy and sweet, with a burning passion that demanded my all but promised even more.
“We’re just getting started, zemra ime.”