“Open your eyes,” I heard Ronan order and it wasn’t until he gave the command that I realized I’d closed them at some point. One of his hands was pressed against the middle of my chest and I was covering it with one of mine. His other hand was digging into my hip as I worked myself on him. I was desperate to come, but it wasn’t until Ronan slammed his cock up into me that the building coil of need inside of me tightened unbearably. I kept up my own rhythm of twisting and rocking and somehow Ronan surged into me at the perfect time, every time. I lost the ability to speak as I rode the edge of my orgasm and I knew Ronan was in the same position. He suddenly surged upright again and wrapped an arm around my waist and then grabbed my legs, urging them behind him. I instinctively wrapped them around him as best I could and then Ronan crushed our mouths together. It took us just a few seconds to get back the same, perfect rhythm.
“Love you,” Ronan suddenly whispered against my lips. “So fucking much, Seth.”
I wrapped my arms around his sweat slickened shoulders. “Don’t ever leave me again, okay?” I said desperately as my emotions took over.
“Never,” Ronan promised softly and then he surged into me hard and I shattered as the coil inside of me snapped. I screamed Ronan’s name as my orgasm swept through every part of me. I had absolutely no control as my body flailed against his. Ronan came at nearly the exact same moment and I felt his mouth seal over a spot on my shoulder, his teeth gripping me as his cock flooded my insides with the proof of his release. He kept thrusting into me over and over again and it wasn’t until the intensity of my orgasm eased a little bit, that I realized at some point, he’d wrapped his hand around my dick. He released his hold on my wet cock and lifted his hand to suck my come into his mouth. The sight turned me on all over again and I began wondering how quickly I could get him inside of me again, despite the fact that he had yet to leave my body. And then he kissed me and I forgot everything else as I tasted myself on his tongue.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ronan
“What?” I snapped as Mace grinned at me for the third time in as many minutes.
“Nothing,” he said.
We’d been sitting in the reception area of the office building that headquartered Seth’s competitors for nearly two hours. I hadn’t liked that I hadn’t been allowed to accompany Seth to the actual meeting room, but I had been able to check the entire floor for any potential breaches in security. While the building housed hundreds of the shipping company’s employees, the office we were in was designed for the executive staff and there were less than a dozen people on the floor. There was only one exit besides the main one near the reception desk where we were sitting and since it was a fire exit, it was armed to sound an alarm if opened. I’d had Daisy run security checks on all the men and women who would be in the meeting with Seth and since there’d been no red flags, I’d finally conceded and agreed to stay in the reception area while Seth conducted his meeting. Seth had gone a step further and had been texting me every fifteen minutes or so. And since many of the texts were explicitly suggestive about what he wanted to do to me as soon as he saw me again, I’d started shifting uncomfortably as my arousal had become harder to deny.
Apparently Mace had noticed.
Despite my obvious predicament, I began scrolling through Seth’s texts again. I wouldn’t have ever guessed the man would have such a dirty mind, but after his comments about wanting to watch me fuck him in the mirror, I should have suspected.
We’d spent all of Sunday in bed and had only stopped loving each other long enough for food, water and the countless showers we needed to wash the evidence of our pleasure from each other’s body. I’d tried to slow the pace of our lovemaking down because I knew Seth’s body had to be aching after the many times I’d slaked my need on him, but no matter how rough I was or how long I made him hold out for, he just wanted more of me. It was like he’d been making up for all the years we’d spent apart. But I couldn’t fault him because I’d felt exactly the same way. I couldn’t get close enough to him. I couldn’t get enough of his taste or sound or smell. I couldn’t get enough of the way he made me feel whole again.