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CHAPTER 5
NATALIE
Monday morning, and the air at McDaid Security is thick with disinfectant and denial. My phone dings three times before I even hit the lobby. The first is a calendar reminder, the second is a threat from our IT contractor, and the third is a terse all-caps text from the man himself.
The Boss
COME STRAIGHT TO MY OFFICE.
It’s seven o’ two, and I’m already at my desk, hair brushed so smooth you could ice skate on it. I’ve worn my most boring blouse and buttoned it so high it might double as a nun’s collar. I’m also wearing new lipstick. It’s a shade called “neutral assertion,” which is total bullshit, because every time I catch my reflection, I remember Friday and my knees get wobbly.
There’s a flicker of motion in my periphery, a shadow that moves with military precision. He’s across the atrium, already scanning the lobby. He wears a black suit like it’s body armor, his gait as loose and predatory as a wolf in a tie. His beard is trimmed shorter than last week, but the scar on his knuckle is the same. It flexes when he clenches his fist, which he does as soon as he spots me.
I pretend not to notice, but I do. I notice everything. He keeps walking, not a word, but as he passes my desk, I hear the low, vibrating growl of his voice: “My office, ten.” Then he’s gone, trailing the sharp scent of his aftershave and pure command.
I check my pulse and find it beating at one-thirty, which is normal for me any time Declan McDaid is around.
Nine minutes and thirty short seconds later, I’m standing outside his door, my heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. My hand hovers over the wood, trembling embarrassingly.
I knock, and his deep, commanding voice slices through the air. “Come in.”
Taking a deep breath, I push the door open to find him sitting behind his desk like the king of the corporate jungle. His suit is immaculate, tailored to hug every inch of his broad shoulders and chest.
“Hi,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper as I wonder if I just dreamed what happened Friday. God, I hope not. My pussy is already throbbing, slick with anticipation, and I haven’t even taken a full step into the room.
He stands up, and fuck me sideways, he’s so damn tall. His hands go to his tie, and he starts pulling at it, his eyes locked on mine like a predator sizing up its prey. My breath hitches, and I can feel my nipples hardening under my blouse, begging for his touch.
“Close the door,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. I obey, my fingers fumbling with the handle before I finally manage to shut it. The click of the lock echoes in the room, and I swear I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears.
He steps around the desk, and I can see the bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric like it’s trying to break free. My mouth waters as I remember what’s hiding in there. His cock is so thick, hard, and ready to ruin me in the best way possible.
“We’re not going to pretend Friday didn’t happen,” he growls, sending shivers down my spine. He prowls over to me and stands so close I can smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something darker, more primal.
“No,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “We’re not.”
His hand reaches out, and I sigh as his fingers brush against my cheek. They’re warm, calloused, and they send a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. He tilts my chin up, forcing me to look into his dark and hungry eyes. What I see shining from his gaze causes my knees to go weak.
“Good,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, almost cruel kiss. As his tongue slides into my mouth like he owns it, I grip his shoulders for dear life. Damn. My heart squeezes in a funny way that’s terrifying. Having hot, monkey sex with my boss is one thing, but actually falling for him is something else.
His hands move all over my body, starting at my waist and moving to my ass then my tits, and I can’t think straight. He pulls my blouse open with a force that makes me gasp. Buttons scatter across the floor, and I don’t give a damn because his mouth moves to my neck, sucking and biting in a way that’s going to leave marks I’ll have to explain later.
“Please,” I whimper as his hands find my bra, unhooking it with practiced ease. My tits spill out, and he groans, his mouth latching onto one nipple while his fingers pinch and twist the other. The pain is sharp, delicious, and it makes me arch into him. I should be embarrassed that my pussy is so wet I can feel it soaking through my panties, but my brain isn’t firing.
He pulls back for a moment, his eyes raking over my body like he’s memorizing every inch. “On the desk,” he commands, and I don’t hesitate. I climb onto it, my skirt riding up to expose my thighs, and he’s there in an instant, pushing my legs apart with a force that makes me gasp.
His fingers slide under the edge of my panties, and I can feel how wet I am, how ready. He growls, low and deep, and then he’s pulling them down, tossing them aside like they’re nothing. His mouth is on me in an instant, his tongue lapping at my clit like it’s the sweetest fucking thing he’s ever tasted.
“Oh God,” I moan, my hands tangling in his hair as he eats me out like a man possessed. His tongue is relentless, flicking and circling in ways that make me see stars. I can feel the pressure building, coiling tight in my belly, and I know I’m so close.
But then he stops, pulling back with a smirk that makes me want to scream. “Not yet,” he says, his voice rough with need.
He stands up, unbuckling his belt quickly, making my head spin. His thick, hard cock springs free and I can’t help but reach for it. I wrap my hand around the base and give it a slow stroke.
He groans and thrusts deeper into my hand. Before I know it, he pushes me back onto the desk and spreads my legs wide. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I can feel how wet I am, how ready. I hold my breath as he slides in slowly, inch by torturous inch, until he’s buried to the hilt.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as he starts to move. His thrusts are deep and hard, each one hitting the spot inside me that makes me see stars.
“Come for me,” he growls, his voice rough with need. And I do, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me up with everything he’s got.
