“Yes,” she cried as quietly as she could. “Fuck me, Declan.”
He had to. And it was good. It was fucking heaven and the Fourth of July being inside her like this. Every primal instinct, every possessive thought he’d ever had, came rushing back at the feel of her heat squeezing him. He wanted her to be his. Completely his.
He wasn’t gentle. He growled, covering her mouth with his as he took her so hard and deep the heavy desk rocked. She loved it. “I’ve never taken anyone like this, Jen. Without a condom. Not even the first time.”
“Do you like how it feels?”
He growled. “I knew a spanking wouldn’t be enough for such a bad girl. You needed the lesson to really sink in.” He sank all the way in and she trembled against him. “We’re going to pound it into you and go over it again…fuck…and again until you want to scream.”
Declan was close to losing it. She was clinging to him and moaning his name, making him weak. He couldn’t last; he needed her to come too badly.
“Come for me. Right here, so every time I sit in my office I’ll get hard thinking of my dick deep inside you. Of tearing pretty white lace panties and tasting you on my tongue.”
She cried out, her body jerking against him. Yes. He came with her, unable to hold back. Unable to restrain his hoarse shout of completion as he burned up in her flames.
Mercy. He touched his forehead to hers and fought to catch his breath. He couldn’t remember ever coming so hard. He moaned again as he felt it drip out of her.
Mine.
He was a troglodyte but he didn’t care. He’d marked her again. She wouldn’t sleep in his arms, but he would be what she went to bed thinking about. He’d made sure of it.
As long as you don’t make it a habit.
Jen’s weak laugh drew his attention. “Do you have a towel or an extra shirt in that desk? If you don’t, I’m not sure how I’ll be able to leave with my dignity intact.”
“I don’t want you to leave at all.” He slid out of her with a groan and opened his bottom draw, pulling out a white undershirt. “There it is. Stand up for me.”
She pushed herself up and he watched the proof of his claim dripping down the inside of her thighs.
“Declan!”
“Sorry. Got distracted.” He cleaned her as thoroughly as he could, drying himself as well before he tucked and zipped and made himself presentable.
She was slipping on her skirt when he realized, “Your bra.”
Jen looked down. “What about it?”
He stalked her and her lips parted. “Wait, Declan. You can’t mean to—Oh, damn it, Declan.”
Declan grinned at his handiwork. The lace was dangling from the bra’s frame, both her breasts bared. “That’s better.” He playfully kissed each nipple until she swatted him away.
“I’m never buying anything with lace again.”
“You don’t have to,” he assured her. “Trick and I will make sure you never run out.”
She tried to glare but her blue eyes were sparkling with laughter. She was so beautiful it hurt. He was crazy about her. Head over heels.
He couldn’t say it now. It was too soon. Just because he’d known for a while didn’t mean she’d feel the same. He’d known with Trick too, told him, and that son of a bitch was apparently waiting for retirement to set in before he responded in kind.
They want you. They’re with you.
For now he would make that enough.
When she was dressed she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Thank you, Professor.”
“My door is always open.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “Your mother is taking you over to your brother’s?”
“Yes. She wants it to be just the girls, so she’s sending everyone else away for some quality time with Tasha.”
“Will you call us when you get back to the apartment?”
“I will.”
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She kissed him once more. “Don’t have too much fun without me.”
“If we do, we’ll reenact it for your viewing pleasure when you get home.”
Jen stuck out her tongue and opened his office door, waving before she disappeared.
“Love you,” he murmured, licking his lips to savor her taste.
He looked around his office at all the papers that had fallen to the floor and sighed. She’d left chaos in her wake.
A scrap of torn lace was dangling from his inbox.
He could get used to it.
***
He’d just gotten out of the shower and was walking toward the library in his pajama bottoms when he heard the doorbell. Declan grinned like an idiot at the sound, hoping it was another delivery. He’d gone on a small shopping binge in the last few weeks. Toys. Restraints. A gaming system, because apparently the Finns had a thing for Xbox and Jen was sure he’d enjoy a particular fantasy game. Two kilts—because even though Declan had found some fairly compelling evidence that the Irish invented the damn things—Jennifer had read a book and now she wanted a night with two “Highlanders”.