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So steady.
She sucks in a scandalized breath, and her lovely blue-green eyes widen. God, what she does to me.
I meet her gaze, willing her to read my mind.That’s right, honey. I’m not ending this call until you come all over my cock. Until you’re sticky with my cum.
I could do this all day. Until my back aches and my knees give out and my ankles protest. My dick would have to wave a white flag, but it’d be worth it.
Her hands snag the edge of the table as I pick up the pace. She bites her lip, trying to remain quiet, but the sight makes me feral. Or maybe it’s the feel of her bare and slippery smooth around my shaft. I literally have trouble hearing what Magnus says. The edges of my vision seem hazier than normal. All my concentration has narrowed to my dick.
“Winthrop said Chanler was complaining of chest pains the week leading up to his death, but he never saw a doctor. We looked into his death, and there was no coroner’s report. And the timing of the coroner’s retirement is suspicious.”
I pull my hips back until just the tip is inside her. Anticipation makes her tighten her legs behind my back, trying to impale herself. I love her determination. Her lips twist, and I can tell she wants to beg for more. To feel me deep, possessing her.
My muscles tingle and tense, wanting the same thing.
“Oh yeah?” I say, encouraging Magnus to continue, even though his words are barely registering.
I shuttle my hips forward, and her tits bounce in time with my movements. The feet of the table dig into the rug, and the dinnerware clinks gently.
If I have my way, this is what every day will look like for the rest of our lives.
Minus the business call.
Her brows lift. What does she see on my face? I don’t think I’m a terribly open book. In fact, G sometimes gets frustrated because I’m not terribly emotive. But I’m starting to think Katherine sees things no one else does.
“Chanler wasn’t cold for four days before the coroner punched his ticket.”
I grunt, not the least bit surprised. Did Lucinda think no one was looking? That no one would pay attention? The man was a billionaire, which put a target on his back. Was he brought down from inside his own family?
It wouldn’t be the first time.
And if my hunch is correct, what does that mean for the beautiful woman squirming on my cock?
When it comes to Katherine’s security, I’ll play offense, defense, hardball. Whatever it takes.
Right now, that’s digging into Lucinda Winthrop's trash. Uncovering all the things she’d rather I not know.
Katherine’s head drops back, showing off my mark on her throat. Damn, I love that. And the fact that she allowed it. Wanted it. Embraced it.
“Get the team to look into the financials,” I say.
“On it.”
I slide my hand down, teasing Katherine’s clit with my thumb. She bites off a whine, and I fuck her harder, dropping my hips so I can hit her G-spot. She’s clinging to the edge of the table now, legs locked around me, taking everything I have to give her so beautifully. And not offering a single objection to the semi-public nature of our tryst.
Damn, I’m a lucky man.
Getting luckier by the second.
“And the good news?”
Nothing’s going to top the fact that Katherine Montgomery loves me. Claims me. Welcomes me into her silken heat.
“I have all the information you requested on Tyler.”
My hips still and Katherine gives a soft sigh of protest.
A fissure of pleasure rushes through me that has nothing to do with the gorgeous woman clamping around my cock. I very much like to know who I’m dealing with. Who’s a threat. Who’s an ally. Tyler was a complete unknown, but not for long.