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My cock is raging hard in my dress slacks as she reaches one hand back and unclasps the bra, letting the straps slip down her shoulders.
Fuck, her tits are absolutely fantastic. My initial assessment of them was all wrong. They’re not big but full, and I want to stuff my mouth full. “You ought to warn a guy you’re going to show him tits that good.”
She screams, her arms coming up to cover her chest even as she stumbles back toward the door. “Killian!”
“Relax,” I rumble, though I’m aware I scared the shit out of her. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
“You shouldn’t be here at all.” She spins away, which only gives me an amazing view of her ass in a thong, as she snatches the shirt and pulls it to her chest, turning back around. “Seriously. This is so fucked up.”
“Yeah. Maybe,” I shrug, pulling off my T-shirt to show my tatted-up chest. The tattoos on my hands are meant to intimidate. They’re part of the work. But the galaxy I’ve been having tattooed across my chest is for me alone.
She lets out a strangled cry. “What are you doing?”
But I only toss her the shirt. “Put it on if it makes you feel better.”
She catches the shirt, holding it in her hand as she looks down at it. I pause too, waiting to see what she’ll do. I’m actually holding my breath, I realize, as I wait to see if she’ll accept my small gift. Like the coffee, I want her to take it. Want to see her wrapped in my clothes.
Slowly, she unfurls the T-shirt, attempting to put it on while still holding her oxford to her chest.
Rumbling out my frustration, I close the distance between us. She jolts, her eyes going wide with fear, but I only stop in front of her, snatching the T-shirt back and opening it up to pull it over her head.
Grabbing the hem, I open up one side so she can stuff her arm into the sleeve, then I repeat with the other, until the shirt falls down around her body, hitting at her mid thighs.
“You’re small,” I grunt.
“You’re big.”
That makes me smile. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
She shakes her head. “You should be. You can’t just let yourself into my room.”
“It was way too easy,” I return, kicking off my shoes. “You need much better locks.”
“Killian, what are you doing?” she’s dropped the oxford, but now her arms are back around her middle.
“You think I’m leaving you alone after the way Alexander Ivanov threatened you tonight? You’ve got no security here. It’s pathetic.”
She blinks at me, her mouth opening and closing before she finally says, “You’re here to protect me?”
“Damn right I am. I’m sorry I left you to face him in the hall.” My gut twists. “It’s a business thing.”
“I don’t want to know.” She leans against the bureau, eyeing me warily.
“Smart.” I shuck off my pants and then lay on her tiny twin mattress, my feet hanging off the end. “You need a bigger bed.”
“I don’t.”
“Come here.”
“No.” She shakes her head, her arms still around her middle.
I put my hands under my head, flexing my abs. “Fine, but it’s going to be a long night with your back against the bureau.”
“Killian you have to go.” Her voice pleads with me, and I know we’re going to go round and round all night if I don’t concede something.
“It’s just sleeping. Nothing else.” I take out one of my hands from under my head to wave her forward. “I’ll be a good boy and I won’t even ask you to suck my cock again. Though, to be clear, you’re free to do so of your own volition.”
Her lips part as she stares at me. “You really are mental.”