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Cian watches as I step out of the shower and cuts off the water as I leave the bathroom.
My desk is a mess of folders and paperwork that I need to read. Though we don’t keep physical records—everything is digital—I prefer to print and read all the important contracts before signing anything. It’s hard to trust people I don’t know, and a lot of the suppliers are men, who I have the biggest trust issues about.
I swipe them all to the floor and lie back on my desk, with my legs spread, facing the bathroom. With no self-control left, I push myself up on one elbow and slide my other hand down between my legs. I let my fingers lightly slide over my sensitive clit before moving them lower, pushing them inside my pussy and scissoring them to mix Cian’s cum. I love the feeling of knowing a part of him is still inside me. Having the contraceptive bar in my arm gives me the reassurance there is next to no chance of getting pregnant, and that I won’t be like Jordyn and end up accidentally knocked up. I never understood why she chose the pill—way too many variables for my liking.
Cian steps out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. The man is a walking snack, and he fucking knows it. He is sexy in a scrappy way—beautiful face, amazing body, but he looks down to fuck you up at a moment’s notice.
“Now this is how I want to be greeted every time I walk into a room.”
Pulling my fingers from my pussy, I smirk before bringing them to my mouth and sucking our combined orgasms from them. Cian crosses the room and stands at the edge of the desk before bending down and bringing his mouth to mine. I instantly part my lips and his tongue slips inside. He moans when I suck his tongue, but the greedy bastard isn’t stealing our pleasure when he didn’t ask first.
He pulls back slowly, and I let his tongue go.
“Dessert for breakfast,” he says with a soft laugh, moving his head down between my legs, licking at my clit slowly with the tip of his tongue. Every time he does, it sends a jolt of pleasure to my core and my second orgasm builds. Back-to-back orgasms can be a curse for some but not for me. Once I reach one, the rest are handed out like I’m fucking Oprah—you get an orgasm, and you get another orgasm—it’s fucking amazing.
Twisting my hands into Cian’s hair, I shove his face into my pussy. If he thinks he can tease me, he is mistaken. I grind hard against his face, and his nose perfectly rubs my clit, sending me spiraling into another orgasm. My back arches from the desk as I scream his name, and it echoes around the office. I ride out the waves of pleasure, my back hitting the desk and my chest heaving as I catch my breath. But Cian doesn’t stop. Instead, he grabs my legs and pulls my ass to the edge of the desk. He drops his towel and lines his cock up, the slow push inside causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head as he pulls my legs up over his shoulders and rotates his hips. I’m hyperaware of the way his cock moves inside me, and somehow—unlike any other man—these Irish men know where my G-spot is found. Cian deliberately pulls his cock back to glide against it, slowly rubbing the head right over it, again and again.
“Tell me how much you love my cock,” he groans, gripping my legs as he thrusts into me.
“I fucking love your cock,” I pant. “The way it fills every inch of me. It’s a magnificent cock.”
That’s all he needed to hear, and he pounds into me hard and fast. My screams echo around the room, and I’m surprised security hasn’t run in here to save me because it sounds like someone is being murdered. Well, someone kind of is—my fucking cervix as he smashes into me.
Sweat lines his brow as he moves my legs back, testing how much he can bend me—the answer is like a fucking pretzel. My legs go right back near my head and the onslaught doesn’t end until my body is flush with sweat and my walls clamp tight around him, Cian’s name falls from my lips, and he growls from deep in his chest as he fills me with his cum once more.
Untwisting my body as he steps back, I don’t move from my prone position on the desk as I catch my breath. Cian picks up his towel and wipes between my legs.
The door handle twists, and Cian throws the towel turned cum rag over my body, making me chuckle.
Darragh pokes his head into the room with a smirk. “Thank god you’re finally done. You need to hide me. Dylan’s booking is late, and he keeps following me. I don’t want to kill him, but I will,” he says as he slips through the door and locks it.
Sitting up, I let the towel drop to the floor, revealing my body. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.
“Fuck, Harper, are you trying to kill me? I’m horny as a motherfucker since I stopped fucking Dylan, and now you want to parade around naked?”
I turn to face him, taking a step toward him. “First, this is my office, and if I want to be naked, I fucking will. Second, you came in here. And third, no one told you to stop fucking him—that one is on you.”
I stop right in front of him, and his dark eyes lock with mine as he wraps his tattooed hand around my neck. I hear Cian clear his throat, and I hold my hand up so he knows I’m fine. Darragh no longer scares me; his bark is way worse than his bite when it comes to me.
“First,” he says, mimicking me, “you wouldn’t have this office if it wasn’t for us. Yes, us because it is my money as well.”
He moves us backward, and his grip is loose, so I’m not scared, but it’s still tight enough my air is restricted. “Second, I never said I had an issue with you being naked. And third, I had to stop fucking him because two pain-in-the-ass blondes were making my cock hard, and I now can’t decide which one I want to fuck first.”
The bottom of my ass hits my desk as Darragh leans over me. “So when either of them says the word?—”
“Word,” I interrupt him in a whisper. “You want us so badly, then take us,” I say, sliding my ass back onto the desk. Cian chuckles; he knows what I’m doing. “We are both here.”
I lean back further, and he lets my neck go as I spread my legs.
“Fuck,” he says, running his hand over his chin and looking to the side to find Cian, who only nods. With the silent prompt of his friend, Darragh places his hands on either side of my waist and dives headfirst between my legs. His tongue plunges straight inside me, as if to prove he has no issue tasting his best friend’s cum.
Cian moves closer to Darragh, who momentarily pulls back to look up at his best friend.
“What are you waiting for? My cock won’t suck itself.”
He doesn’t wait for Cian’s reply; he dives back between my legs and eats my pussy like a starved man, and he is fucking good. Nothing beats Sullivan and his beard between my legs, but this man knows his way around.
Pushing up on my elbows, I watch Cian get to his knees, and the sound of Darragh’s jeans has disappointment flaring in my gut when I can’t see what is going on below the desk. Darragh hums against my cunt, and I close my eyes, imagining Cian sucking his length deep into the back of his throat.
