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I cup her cheek with one hand, my thumb stroking over the plump lower lip I want to run my tongue over and suck into my mouth. I don’t kiss my women but fuck me, do I want to kiss Tiggy right now. As I said, I’m shit at denying myself when I want something, so fuck it.

Leaning closer, I replace my thumb with my mouth, kissing her softly, tasting her sweetness. My tongue does indeed slide along her lower lip, and she gasps into my mouth, her own dropping open.

Seizing the opportunity, I suck her lower lip into my mouth and bite down on it gently, eliciting a soft moan from Tiggy that is like music to my dick.

Stepping closer, I nudge her legs open with my thighs, spreading them as wide as her restrictive skirt will allow as I press myself against her. My hand is still holding her jaw while my other one tangles in her dark silky hair, manipulating it so I can tip her head back, deepening our kiss as my tongue licks into her mouth, fencing with hers, and curling behind her teeth.

Tiggy’s hands slide up my sides, and she grips at my waist, moaning into my mouth again. Jesus fuck, I need to be inside her.

Breaking the kiss, I drop back into my chair, lifting her left foot and removing her shoe, letting it fall to the floor, and moving to the other one. Tiggy’s breath hitches as I slide my hands up her legs, enjoying the silky feeling of her stockings, my breathing deepening as I watch my hands disappear underneath her skirt. My fingers encounter bare flesh, my nostrils flaring. Now that is what I am talking about. My eyes fly up to hers, watching me, half-hooded with desire.

The need toseeher lingerie burns through me like a wildfire. Removing my hands, I shove her skirt up over her hips, exposing her garter belt's blood-red lace and golden bows and her lacy thong. Fuck yes.

“So fecking beautiful,” I murmur, reaching behind her to unzip her skirt. It’s in my way.

Lifting her by the waist, I slip the skirt back over her hips and drop it onto the floor on top of her discarded pumps. My foot hooks under it, tipping it off them. I have plans for those shoes.

One by one, I pop open the buttons on her silk blouse, rocking back in my chair as my eyes roam over the treasure I have uncovered.

Tiggy is wearing a matching red lace bustier, pushing up her tits until they’re practically on display, golden bows making her look like a fucking Christmas present just waiting for me to open. I feel like a kid waiting to see what Santa brought him.

Slipping Tiggy’s blouse off her shoulders and dropping it onto her skirt, I lick my lips again as my eyes drink her in. Right, the shoes. I reach down and snag her black pumps.

Leaning back on her wrists, Tiggy watches me as I slide her heels back on, climbing to my feet to admire the fucking gorgeous sight in front of me.

She dressed like a librarian for everyone else to see and a fucking sex toy just for my eyes. Jesus fuck. Agreeing to this arranged marriage is quickly becoming the best choice I ever made.

Sliding between her legs again, I tangle my fingers into her hair and devour her mouth, my other hand gripping the bare flesh at her thighs, kneading it. Tiggy’s hands move over my chest, unbuttoning my shirt from top to bottom and pushing it off my shoulders.

I groan against her mouth as her fingernails run over my bare chest, down over my abs, hooking into the loops of my jeans. I need her panting and squirming beneath me, and I need it now.

Finally breaking the kiss, I straighten, gently pushing against Tiggy’s torso until she is laying down, sprawled over the spreadsheets of inventory and takings. Paperwork will never look the same again.

I take a moment to admire the sight, reaching over and snagging my glass of whiskey. Taking a sip, I peruse her as her heavily hooded eyes watch me, her chest heaving.

Leaning down, I press a kiss against the hollow at the base of her throat, parting my lips slightly so she can feel the heat of the whiskey in my mouth against her skin. As Tiggy moans at the sensation, I swallow the drink, running my tongue over the patch of skin, savoring the lingering whiskey flavor mixed with her sweet taste.

Repeating the action, I slowly finish my drink as I kiss and lick my way down her body until I’m kneeling between her pale thighs.

Shoving the scrap of red lace aside, I bury my face in her wet heat, hooking her stocking-clad legs around my shoulders, her heels resting against my back. I’ve never enjoyed going down on a woman as much as I like eating Tiggy out. In fact, I’m notorious for never going down on a woman. Ican. I just don’t want to. Or I didn't, before now.

Tiggy shivers and shudders, and when my lips close about her clit, her back arches off the desk as she moans loudly, her fingers creeping down to tangle in my hair and hold my head close.

“Seamus,” she gasps, “please.”

I can hear the desperation in her voice, and a smug feeling floods me. I like hearing her beg for me to give her pleasure. Because she said she would never enjoy it. God, I love that I’ve made a little liar out of her. Just for that feeling alone, I’ll give her what she wants.

Baring my teeth, I rake them lightly over her clit, sucking hard. Tiggy’s legs tremble, and her fingers tighten almost painfully in my hair as she comes.

Suddenly, I can’t wait to be inside her. Kissing my way up her body, I unbutton my jeans with one hand, tugging her up off the desk with the other until she’s once again seated before me.

My mouth coming down hot and hard on hers once again, I kiss her until she’s soft and pliable beneath my hands, the tip of my dick sliding through her slick folds.

“I want ye to hold onto me,leannán,”I murmur to her. “Hold tight because I am going to fuck ye hard and fast.”

Tiggy’s arms immediately circle my neck, and she grips my shoulders because she’s such a good girl. In fact, she’s been such a good girl all week. That’s why she’s here. Because she deserves a reward.

Gripping her thighs, I thrust in hard, biting back a groan as her inner muscles clench my dick. Positioning her so her ass is half hanging off the table, I lean over, bracing my hands on the desk on either side of her as she clings to me, and I fuck her, hard and fast, just like I promised.


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