“Just doodling.”
“One day you’re gonna have to explain what constitutes a doodle in your eyes,” I say. There's a full-on portrait of Lucy on one corner of the page and a clear sketch of the barn at the orchard in another.
“Cillian, you want me to finish the dishes?” Sean pokes his head in from the kitchen. “Hi, Toni!”
“Hey,” she returns his greeting.
“Don't worry about it.” My fingers flex against Toni's waist.
“You sure?”
“Mhm, go on and head out.” His brows rise. “Goodnight, Sean.”
“Night!”
“Such a generous boss,” Toni says.
“Sure.” I press a kiss below her ear, dragging my mouth down her neck, relishing the way she relaxes into me. “Generous.” I pull her cardigan aside to reveal a sliver of shoulder, sinking my teeth into her skin before covering it with a kiss. “So generous.”
The sound of the back door closing lets me know we're alone.
“I'll be right back.” I run to the office to slide the bolt on the back door, not wanting to risk someone deciding to come in for any reason. When I come back, I almost barrel into Toni on the opposite side of the office door.
She grabs my hips to steady herself, laughing, and I pull her closer. “I said I'd be back.”
“You know I’m not good at waiting,” she says, looking up at me, her body pressed against mine.
“Yeah. Maybe that’s something we should work on.”
She slides her hands up my torso, brows knitting. “Wait, I'm the worst, I didn't ask how your day was.”
I cradle her face in my hands, shaking my head. “I don't wanna talk about it.” All I want is her and to make her forget the sound of her ex's voice—make sure some selfish asshole's intrusion doesn't taint her picture-perfect day.
Toni yields to my kiss, lips parting at the barest flick of my tongue.
“What do you want?” She asks, breathless after a few moments.
Was I also a selfish asshole? Because if I'm being honest, this isn't just for her. I want my world to reduce to one singular focus. I want to let go of everything—all the noise in my head, all the bullshit this day brought—and lose myself in her pleasure. If that made me an asshole, I'd repent later.
Pushing her back against the bar, I grab her hips and lift her onto the bar top, reveling in her little gasp. “You,” I say.
I plant myself between her legs, teasing her through the barrier of her panties.
“Cillian.” Fuck, my name has never sounded as good as it does when it comes from this woman's mouth. “Someone could see.”
That was true. We were fairly far back in the bar, but the few lights that remained on and the light from the street meant if anyone were to look in, they could likely make us out.
I yank her panties aside, more than a little satisfied at how quickly she soaked them for me. “Let them look,” my desire for her turns my voice to gravel.
She doesn't protest; in fact, she rocks her hips forward, opening herself further to me. I take the invitation, sinking one finger then another into her tight pussy. Toni fists the front of my shirt with both hands, holding onto me as her head falls back, the most beautiful cry spilling from that perfect mouth.
“You like that, doll?” A slow grin fills my face as she drags her gaze to me, nodding, lips in a perfect “O”. “Good.”
Cradling the back of her neck with my free hand, I kiss her savagely, swallowing her sounds of pleasure until I feel her walls pulse around my fingers. “Already?” I tease.
“Oh, fuck you,” she pants. I curl my index and middle finger just a touch more. Her body jerks toward me.
I consider the merits of working on her patience problem now. Holding off her orgasm until she begs. But my own lack of patience gets in the way.
