Total pages in book: 170
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
“I’ll love you forever,” he promises. Then he gives me one more kiss, straightens up, and takes my hand. “I will love you forever, Braelynn.”
“Forever,” I agree.
EPILOGUE
BRAELYNN
Three months later
I’m already in the office when Declan strides in, exuding nothing but confidence and power. My body tenses and I stir slightly, eager for what’s to come.
His suit is perfectly fitted to him, custom and expensive, but it’s the man underneath that gives them their appeal. He’s all muscle, but the fire in his eyes says that physical strength is only a small part of his command.
He closes the door behind him and his eyes rake over me. My heart races as I reach for the pen and then drop it; I go still as his eyes meet mine.
“Braelynn.” His voice is its own command.
“I—” I stand up, intending to say more, but he crosses the room and pushes me back against the desk.
Declan kisses me hard, letting all his raw power filter through the kiss. He nips at my bottom lip, drags his teeth over my jaw, and bites at my shoulder. He pushes up under my skirt and he brushes his knuckles over my panties.
So much of this moment reminds me of how we started. My heart races as his dark eyes pierce mine with an intensity that shows me he feels the same. Only now, I am his completely and he is mine.
“Over here.” Declan walks us over to the chair behind his desk and sits down. I’m more than willing to follow his lead and straddle him. I’m just as in need as he is. He’s undone his belt and zipper with a rough hand, then he shoves my panties aside. “Be a good little whore for me.”
With his hand gripping my hip and guiding me, I slide down onto him. My lips form a small “o” as he stretches and then fills me.
The sweet tinge of pain mixed with pleasure is everything I need and the heat engulfs my body. He lets me take my time at first, kissing along my neck.
“Harder,” he pulls back and orders. Our gazes meet as he aids me in riding him harder and faster. My breasts bounce harder than before. He pulls at my blouse and a button pops. With a firm tug, he pulls a cup down to release my breast. His lips are on my nipple instantly. He sucks and nips, adding to my pleasure.
I lift up and stroke down on him, my hands braced on his shoulders and my nails digging into the fine fabric as the waves of pleasure crash down on me unexpectedly.
“Declan,” I cry out his name as I come undone.
“Fuck yes,” he growls in the crook of my neck as he pounds into me harder, leaning me back against the desk as he stands up straighter, riding through my orgasm recklessly. He takes over and I can barely control my strangled cries of pleasure.
Our warm breath mingles as our heavy breathing only adds to the intensity and he kisses me. I know he’s close, and I can feel another impending orgasm as well.
As our hearts pound against one another, someone knocks at the door. Declan curses under his breath. It’s not locked. They could just walk in and see us like this.
I wait for his command, very much still filled with his cock, “under the desk.” Without hesitation, I slide off Declan’s lap and onto my knees. Every inch of my skin is still sensitized and I’ve barely caught my breath.
Declan slides his chair in, his feet planted wide. I put my hands on his knees and look up at him. He doesn’t look down at me as he calls, “Come in.”
The door opens, and I wait a moment.
“Mr. Cross.” It’s one of the managers from the front of the house. I recognize his voice. A light tapping sound says he’s got a notepad in one hand, and he’s using the base of his pen to worry at it while he stands there.
Declan’s dick is still hard, and he’s still in need. He readjusts himself in his seat, and his hand rests on his thigh before his two fingers motions for me to come closer. I can still feel him inside of me, and the pleasure he’s just given me urges me forward.
I take his cock in my hand and give it a gentle stroke, then a harder one. His breath hitches and I’m tempted to lean forward and lick. I let the tip of my tongue glide up his slit and his hand wraps around the back of my neck as the conversation continues.
“We’re cutting it too close on the top-shelf spirits. What do you think about a 25 percent increase?”
“Hmm.” There’s no sign in Declan’s voice that I have my fist wrapped around his cock. I give him another harder stroke, then inch myself up so I can better serve him orally. With his fingers firmly gripping my neck, he holds me still and I wait with baited breath. “When you say cutting it close, what do you mean, exactly?”