Page 56 of Undeniably Unexpected (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires #6)

“ S hould we be doing this here?” she pants.

“Probably not,” I admit. “I haven’t signed the paperwork yet. Just agreed to the terms and the price.”

“So… should we stop?”

“Not a chance.” I dip another finger in her, getting it nice and wet before I press it into her ass and fuck her with it while I continue to ring her with my tongue and play with her clit.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”

“That’s Loomis, love. Remember it because you’re about to scream it.”

I bury my face in her ass as I fuck her faster, deeper, and add a second finger because I can and I think she’ll love it.

I think she’s going to crave more. Crave my cock doing the exact same thing.

My mouth, lips, and tongue are everywhere.

In her ass and her pussy, licking at her clit while I flick it with my finger.

It’s messy and loud and she’s barely hanging on. Barely able to stay upright.

Something she proves as her chest hits the desk and her hands grip the wood for support.

She’s going to come. She’s going to come so bloody hard, and I have to taste it.

I slip my mouth lower and fuck her with my tongue.

The angle is a bit of a mess and my neck is all twisted up, but who cares? Certainly not me.

Especially as she starts to lose it, her screams echoing off the hard, blank surfaces.

“Fuck! Loomis! Yes!”

That’s it. That’s what I wanted. No one can take that. No one can mess with it. It’s ours. This is ours.

I eat and finger fuck her through her orgasm, battling the way her thighs attempt to squash my head. She falls completely flat, her tits crushed and her legs wobbly as she breathes hard, unable to move after that orgasm.

I rise to my feet, now as naked as she is as I slip my trousers and briefs to the floor. I could take her like this. I could slip inside her cunt and fuck her as I want her. She’d let me. She’d beg for it. All warm and pliant.

But I like her eyes. Those emerald orbs, I want on me.

My lips trickle up her spine until I reach her neck and ear. “I’m going to move you, darling.”

“Do you have to?”

I smile. “No. I can fuck you like this. Is that what you want?”

“I want you inside of me. I don’t care how you do it.”

I turn her face to the side and kiss her deeply, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting the words. My hands travel the landscape of her body, cataloging the places that make her breath catch. I knead the sides of her breasts and trace the curve of her waist, the flare of her round hip.

Her wetness still coats my fingers, and I watch her face as I push one inside her, then another. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I do like to tease her.

“Please,” she whispers, her eyes half-closed.

“Please what?” I press deeper, curling my fingers.

“I want you.” Her hand flies back to grab my arm, her nails digging into my skin. “Inside me now, or I’ll put you there.”

“Fuck, I love you.” I remove my fingers and bring them to her lips for her to taste.

Her eyes darken as she sucks them as she lifts up so she can reach for me and wrap her fist around my aching cock.

I let her stroke me for a moment, enjoying the feel of her small hand, the way she twists her wrist just so. But soon it’s too much.

I need to be inside her just as badly as she needs me there.

I spin her around and sit her arse right on the edge of the desk. We’ll never look at this room or this desk the same way. I promise that.

I cover her hand with mine, stilling her movement, and position myself at her entrance, teasing us both by sliding just the tip inside, then withdrawing. She makes a sound of frustration and wraps her legs around me, using her heels against my lower back to pull me closer.

I love it when she gets like this. I love it when she’s so impatient for my cock she can’t stand not being full of me for another second.

I sink into her slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, reveling in how her eyes glaze over, her cheeks flush rose, and her lips part on a silent moan. I begin to move, establishing a gentle rhythm that has us both breathing heavily.

“More,” she demands, her fingers digging into my hips. “Harder. Fuck me like your cock never wants to leave me. Fuck me like you love me and deeper because you mean it.”

I comply, increasing the force of my thrusts.

The desk is the perfect height, allowing me to drive as far as I can go with each movement. I bottom out, pull out, and do it all over again.

“Lie back, love.”

I shift her so her back is flat, and her good hand grips the edge of the desk as she holds on. Her thighs press against my chest as I lift her arse and place her knees on my shoulders.

And fuuuuck .

Just fuck. How can it be this good?

I change the angle slightly and swivel my hips so I thrust up and fuck her exactly where she needs it. She cries out—a sound that travels directly from my ears to my cock, ripping a low, guttural growl from me.

“There.” She gasps. “Just like that.”

I maintain the position, watching the flush spread across her bouncing tits and up to her throat.

It’s too enticing, and I can’t resist collaring her.

My hand slips around her neck as I use my other on her hip for leverage so I can pound into her.

Her cunt is so slick, so warm and tight. Fucking heaven.

Like her.

Her cries grow louder, both of us covered in a sheen of sweat.

“That’s it. You’re getting so close. I can feel it. Your pussy gets so hot and tight right before you come. I want all of it.”

She’s lost now. Her eyes are in the back of her head, and her pussy begins to tighten around me. Her hand moves between us, finding her clit, her fingers circling in time with my thrusts.

“Yes,” I encourage, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Show me what you need.”

Her movements become more frantic, her breathing irregular.

All she can do is hold on as I fuck her mad.

Until she can’t last another second. Until her body starts to spasm and thrash and her cunt soaks my cock.

She rubs herself faster and I’m mesmerized, my eyes glued to her fingers and where I continue to pump in and out.

She’s beautiful with her back arching, head thrown back, and a series of small cries escaping her lips.

I can feel my own release building, a pressure at the base of my spine that threatens to overwhelm me.

I fight it, determined to watch her come undone first. Determined to fuck her through it and maybe—if I’m being really bold—get her to a third.

She clenches me and I see stars, growling and biting my lip so hard I’m shocked I don’t draw blood.

Christ. That was intense. My turn now.

Only she has other plans because the moment she’s done coming, she uses the hand that was rubbing her clit to reach around and grab my balls.

“Fuck!” I yell as she gives them a squeeze and a pull.

It makes her spasm again, and the sensation of her pulsing around me and her hands working my balls is too much. I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep inside her as I release. Heavy jerks and shuddering thrusts as I spill everything I have inside her.

I’ve never come so bloody hard in my life.

We stay joined for a long moment, foreheads pressed together as we share breath.

Eventually, I slip from her body, but I can’t help it. I stare down and see the way my cum drips and I swirl a finger in it before I thrust two straight back in her.

“Ah! Loomis, no more. Not yet.”

Argh. This woman makes me feral.

Helping her down from the desk on shaky legs, we dress in comfortable silence, exchanging small smiles and touches. When we’re somewhat presentable again, I take her hand and lead her to the window. The city spreads out below us, a sea of lights that seem to mirror the stars above.

“So,” I say, wrapping my arms around her from behind and resting my chin on her shoulder. “What do you think of the place? You keen on it?”

She laughs, the sound vibrating through both our bodies. “I think it’s going to need childproofing.”

“Likely. Fen is a beast. Could you see yourself here with me? Growing a family?”

“Yes,” she says, and it feels like the most natural answer in the world. “Yes, I can see it. Us.”

“I love you. I know my life is chaotic, and I know this won’t always be easy. But I promise you, Keegan Fritz, I will never take a single day with you for granted.”

She turns in my arms and rises on tiptoes to kiss me, soft and lingering. “I love you too. And I’m not looking for easy. I’m looking for worth it.”

Outside, the sky is black, the city a symphony of lights. But here, at this moment, there is only us. The steady rhythm of my heartbeat against her, the promise of tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after.

“Worth it,” I echo, my voice filled with wonder. “That’s us, love. That’s absolutely us.”

I take her hand and lead her out of our new flat and into the car waiting for us downstairs. There are reporters and Keegan blushes, though I think she likely already knows the windows on this building are tinted and partially reflective. No one can see in. No one saw her.

I wave for the first time in weeks, no longer afraid.

“Loomis! Keegan!” they cry. “Where’s Fenric? Have you set a date for your wedding yet? Keegan, how do your parents feel about Loomis? What do you have to say to the reports that Tommy is threatening to sue you and the studio?”

That last one almost trips me up, but Tommy can come at me.

I’m ready. And tomorrow, I do plan to file a restraining order against him along with a formal complaint.

It’s sort of how Vander said, I don’t have a problem bringing someone down who tried to do the same to me. He had no remorse. Why should I?

It doesn’t stop there. The moment we arrive at my flat, it’s the same rubbish.

I squeeze Keegan’s hand tighter as we push through the sea of photographers. Their cameras click in rapid-fire succession, like insects swarming around a flame. My flame.

“Loomis! Over here!”

“Powell! When’s the wedding?”

“Keegan! How does it feel dating Britain’s sexiest man?”

She snorts out a laugh at that, and I throw her a side-eye even as the questions fly like arrows. I keep my head down, my jaw set, and guide her toward the entrance of my building. I can’t wait to move. A doorman, cameras, and a secure garage sound like heaven.

“Sorry about that,” I murmur once we’re inside the relative quiet of the kitchen.

Keegan squeezes my hand, her green eyes crinkling at the corners. “For what? Being famous? I knew what I was signing up for.”

Inside, the streetlights slant through the mostly closed blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood floors.

The place is sparsely decorated in that long-term housing sort of way.

The air is still and a bit stale, and I regret bringing her here immediately.

It makes me glad Fen is staying with Tinsley tonight.

Now that I saw the flat, I’m impatient to move in.

“Home crap home,” I say, watching Keegan as she slips off her jacket and drapes it over the back of a chair. She moves through my space with easy familiarity, and it wasn’t so long ago that she was here, and we were sharing ugly truths before I made a bad joke about getting married. Now look at us.

She turns to me, twisting a strand of that impossible red hair around her finger. “So, what are your plans for this weekend…”

“This weekend?” I open the fridge and pull out two bottles of water, then hand one to her.

“My family.” She accepts the water but doesn’t drink it. “It’s Sorel’s baby shower, and on top of that, I need to go see my grandparents and my parents. Do you and Fen want to join me?”

I take a swig from my bottle and nod as I do. “Sure. Love to. As long as Fen won’t be in the way.”

“Nah. Willow and Rory will be there.”

“All right then. Though should I be worried about your father or your grandmother for that matter warding you off me?”

“Nah.” She smiles. “They already like you.”

“Because of Tinsley. Not as your man.” I brush my thumb across her cheekbone. “I want them to know I’m serious about you.”

“My grandmother wouldn’t have said what she said earlier if she didn’t already know that, and my dad certainly watched your press conference.”

“You’re a Fritz, Keegan. I’m a mess of a single dad who happens to have some money.”

She shrugs as if she doesn’t care about that. “Do you love me?”

“More than words.”

“Then they’ll be fine.”

I press my forehead against hers. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since... well, maybe ever. You and Fen. You’ve breathed life into me. I was going through the motions, but I don’t think I was living until I met you.”

She smiles then, a slow unfurling that transforms her face. “Aren’t you smooth, Mr. Powell?”

“Not smooth. Just honest.” I kiss her then, slow and deep, my hands sliding down to cup her hips. “And right now, I’m honestly thinking about taking you to bed.”

“Is that so?” Her voice has dropped to that husky register that drives me wild. “And what exactly are you planning to do with me there?”