One final fuck. The nail in the coffin.
But one fuck will never be enough with Niall. The heat and sensations between us will only make me crave him more. I know this as sure as I know my own name. Despite the forgiveness I crave, I have to tell him. Even if he tells me to go to hell.
“Niall, I—” But I’m cut off as he fists the back of my hair and pulls my head against his shoulder, continuing to thrust into me with a furious pace. Stars rain down behind my eyelids as I clench hard around him and spasm, exploding into a chorus of curses and cries of his name.
With two more punishing drives into my body, his breathing becomes ragged, and he lowers his lips to my ear, groaning in a hoarse voice as he comes deep inside me. “Mother, student, nanny, intern…I don’t give a feck who you are. No one will ever love you the way I love you. Do you hear me? No one.”
With the smell of sex surrounding us, everything becomes deathly silent in the tiny closet as Niall releases my hair. Biting my lip, I think of all the things I should be saying the minute he zips up his pants, but before I can get a word out, he punches the shelf and lets out a string of curses as he slams the door on his way out.
I’m left alone in a darkened supply closet with my own shame. Only, I have none. That guilt I should feel for fucking a fellow employee at work? Yeah, that piece of conscience is waiting outside with earplugs.
And that tiny spark of hope? That one that struggled to stay lit when I saw him walk into the meeting? It’s now a burning inferno, and any thoughts I’d had of walking away from Niall Mackay are now shot to hell with one admission that I know he never meant to voice.
He loves me.
