Taking What's His (Shillings Agency 4)

“Shit,” he muttered, thrusting a finger inside of her.

She cried out, arching her hips. He could make her come right here, right now, with a finger. But he wanted to be buried inside of her when she came.

He pushed off of her and stood, his hands on his pants. “No.”

“What?” She blinked and sat up partially, pouting, and she looked two seconds from either hitting him or crying. Maybe both. “What do you mean, no?”

“Stand up,” he said, letting his pants hit the floor. Slowly, he took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand. “Now.”

She bit down on her plump lip. “Yes, sir.” Rolling to the side, she stood in front of him within two seconds flat, her hand resting over his heart. “Now what?”

Lifting his hand, he spun his finger in a circle. “Turn around.”

Her lips parted on a ragged breath, but she did as he asked immediately. Once she faced away from him, she peeked over her shoulder with sultry eyes. “Sir?”

“So eager.” Reaching around her, he gripped the bottom of her silk shirt in a tight ball and tugged her back against his chest. Nibbling on her ear, he murmured, “So fucking sweet, too.”

She arched her neck for him, granting him access. “Holt.”

He yanked her shirt over her head, grinning at her surprised gasp. Dropping it to the floor, he undid her bra and let that fall, too. Splaying his hand over her stomach, he rolled his hips against her ass, loving how soft she felt against his cock. “Yeah, Lyd?”

“P-Please.” She gripped his thighs, pressing against him.

“Not yet.” He tugged her skirt down over her generous hips, watching hungrily as more and more of her skin became visible. When the skirt hit the floor, she wore nothing but a thong and her long hair. He curled his fist into those soft locks, tugging her head back. “But don’t worry. I’ll be buried inside you soon. And you’ll never want me to leave.”

“I’m already worried about that,” she whispered, pressing her thighs together.

His grip on her hair tightened. “What?”

“Never mind.”

He tugged harder. “Answer me. Now.”

“I said I’m already worried I’ll never want you to leave,” she said, her voice soft and heated. “Happy now?”

Satisfaction hit him. That, and…yeah, fucking happiness.

He wasn’t going to lie.

She liked him and didn’t want him to leave yet, and that was a good thing, because he didn’t want to leave yet, either. He smacked her ass gently, grinning when she cried out. “Actually, yes.”

“Then what was that for?”

“Talking back to me. You know you’re not allowed to do that.” He rubbed the spot he’d struck, soothing away any lingering pain. “Don’t act as if it’s actually a punishment. We both know it’s not.”

He pulled her hair again until her head was tipped back, and bit her neck at the same time as he smacked her ass again. She whimpered. “Oh my—Holt.”

My Holt. He liked the sound of that. Slipping his finger under her thong, he slid it across her stomach and stopped just above her core. “Do you have protection here?”

“Yeah. Top drawer.”

Without letting go of her, he opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. “I won’t ask why you have these in your room, since you were practically a virgin before you were mine.”

“I wasn’t screwing guys, but that doesn’t mean I was a nun.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Believe it or not, I’ve been in this bed with a man before. Not—”

Growling, he gently shoved her face first on the bed. “Enough of that. I don’t want to hear a single fucking word about the other men you’ve known.”

“If you say so,” she said, wiggling her ass. Her hand disappeared under her body, and she touched herself. He could see her fingers peeking through from between her legs. “I need you, Holt. Hurry.”