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He pulls them down to my knees in one swift motion. Then his foot finds the inside of mine as he spreads my legs. I gasp at the authoritative way he positions me, taking charge of the suddenly spicy situation.
“Don’t make a sound,” he breathes against my ear, his lips brushing my lobe before he takes it lightly between his teeth.
I bite my lips hard, swallowing the whimper that threatens to escape me as he bites down. And the now-familiar sound of a condom packet ripping makes my heart hammer.
Then his hard tip is at my entrance as one powerful hand finds my hip, and he slides inside me with one powerful thrust. I can’t help the lusty groan that rushes from my nose, and I lean my cheek against the wall, bracing myself as tingling bliss crackles up my spine.
I love it when he takes me like this—hard and unapologetic, like he just can’t get inside me fast enough. And while I know it has to be a quickie if I don’t want to miss the start of class, I have to admit, Ireallylike it when Lance doesn’t hold back.
“You’re so damnirresistible,” he groans beside my ear. “Why do you insist on driving me crazy?”
I love it when he talks dirty to me. Honestly, the bedroom might be where Lance speaks the most. And his voice is just so deep and manly and arousing. Swallowing down I moan as my walls tighten, I look back over my shoulder at the blue-eyed Adonis fucking me.
His lips come crashing down on mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth without waiting for permission. I squirm back against him with my hips, always wanting more of him even though he fills me up to the edge of what I can handle.
Snaking his free hand around my body, he finds my clit with his fingers. I cry out, and I’m grateful when he swallows the sound, sealing our lips together in a fierce kiss.
His pace is relentless, his powerful body all around me, overwhelming me, stimulating me as I breathe in his masculine scent. And already I’m on the brink of coming. Because giving him head wasn’t just fun. It was intensely exciting.
I can feel his cock stiffening, growing impossibly larger inside me as he nears his own release. And the thrill of knowing I can drive him to this point of frenzy launches me over the edge. I gasp as my climax washes through my veins, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to scream with pleasure.
Lance releases one low, carnal grunt, his hips shoving forward as he pins me against the wall. And then his cock starts to pulse in rhythm with my throbbing pussy.
Heat blossoms in my chest to feel him come at the same time as me. And my orgasm is so intense, I can feel my slick juices leaking out to coat my thighs.
We’re both breathing heavily as Lance breaks the kiss. And his eyes burn into mine with an insatiable lust. But for now, that will have to be enough. Leaning down, he slides my panties back up my thighs, and goose bumps rise in the wake of his fingertips. Then he lets my dress fall back around my hips as he steps back to remove his condom and tuck himself away.
“You’re wicked, Quinn King,” he breathes, capturing my jaw in his soft clutch. Then he kisses me to show me exactly what he means.
19
LANCE
Taking a deep breath, I knock lightly on Killian’s office door because, despite it being Sunday evening, he’s still hard at work.
“Yeah?”
Steeling myself, I turn the knob and enter his modern home office. With a wall of windows on one side, he has a great view out to the water and the beach the tide comes crashing onto. And his glass-top desk and spacious decor make the room feel open and light—even when it’s nearing ten o’clock.
He doesn’t usually use this room as his office. O’Laoghaire’s is the Irish pub whose back room we typically use as something of an unofficial headquarters. But he’s been working so many late nights the past week, this is where he works when he’s burning the midnight oil.
And I hate to see him at it again.
Especially after the week I’ve had.
My job has been a cakewalk. More than that. These past two weeks have been the best of my life. Guarding Quinn hardly feels like work at all, in truth. I’ve even started spending every night in Quinn’s room because she seems to sleep soundly when Ihold her in my arms. And while that makes my feelings for her continue to grow stronger with each passing day, I still sneak out in the early morning hours because I don’t want Killian to find me in her bed.
There would be no worse way for him to find out about us.
To find me luxuriating in the pleasures of playing his sister’s bodyguard.
And all the while, the conflict with the Italians keeps heating up. Don Lucian is holding his ground against the King-Sokolov alliance better than we ever would have anticipated. Which is why I’m here. Because even if Quinn wants to wait to tell him about us, I can’t keep standing by and watching as the fight gets bloodier without me.
“You have a minute?” I ask, standing in the doorway, for once feeling like I might be intruding on my foster brother’s space.
Killian looks surprised, his eyebrows rising toward his head of blond curls. And those infamous green King eyes study me with far too much perception. “Of course.”
He gestures to a chair on the other side of his desk, and I step inside, letting the door swing closed. Coming to talk to Killian almost feels like a betrayal to Quinn. I know she wouldn’t like it if she knew why I was here. But if I continue to say nothing, I think my guilt might just eat me alive.