by Laura Lee
A storm was brewing in her eyes, but the rest of her body was reacting to my sudden proximity. The pulse in her neck was pounding, her lips were parted, and her nipples were peaked. Christ, I loved how responsive she was.
“You heard me, you bastard.”
I leaned down and sucked her lower lip into my mouth. “Mmm, your lip gloss tastes like sugar.”
“What are you doing? We’re having a conversation here.”
I ran my hands down her arms before anchoring them on her tiny waist. “I’d much rather do this.”
She gasped as my lips moved down to her rapid pulse. “Ronan, you can’t solve everything with sex.”
“Mmm, but it’d be fun trying.” I wedged my knee between her thighs.
Quinn rubbed herself against me. “Was there even an email from headquarters?”
“Several, actually. But nothing that needs my attention right now.” I winked.
She shook her head. “Stop trying to be cute. I’m pissed at you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Would it help if I apologized?”
“I don’t know. You’ve never tried it before.”
I smiled as I took her face in my hands. “I am sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never been so... possessive before; I wasn’t thinking clearly. That’s not an excuse; just an explanation. I will try to control the urge to throat punch my staff in the future.”
She bit her lip, fighting a smile. “That’s much better.”
I jerked my head toward the door. “Can we go upstairs and get naked now?”
She shook her head. “Always with the naked.”
I held the door open for her. “We have seven hours before the luau. I plan on making the most of them.”
***
Despite my attempts to keep Quinn in bed and skip the luau, she kicked me out of her room so she could get ready without my grabby hands, as she called them. So, here we were, in the middle of the dinner portion of the event, sampling a little of everything.
“Oh my God, this is the best teriyaki chicken I’ve ever had.”
I grinned. “It better be. I didn’t hire a three-star Michelin chef to design the menu for nothing.”
“And Maui has the same offerings?”
I nodded. “We’re claiming to have the best luau on each island. That means the best show and the best food.”
She took a bite of rice. “Damn, even the fried rice is exceptional. How could something so simple be so good?”
“Because I hired the best. And he doesn’t come cheap—nor do the quality ingredients; hence, why we will continue charging our guests for admission.”
Quinn laughed. “Ah, the argument that started it all. Good times.”
I looked around to ensure we still had privacy. I had a table set off to the side of the main dining area so we could discuss the menu items freely.
“You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to crawl under this table and dine on your pussy.”
Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” I challenged. “The show is about to start. No one is going to pay attention to the two people lurking in the shadows.”
“Speaking of the inciting incident to all of this” —she gestured between us— “what’s going to happen when we get back home, Ronan?”
My brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“Well, if I decide I’d like this thing to continue... I’m assuming we’re going to remain discreet, correct?”
“If that’s what you want.”
She chewed on the corner of her lip. “If I agree, I’d want it to be business as usual in the office, and when we’re not at work, we can be like this.”
“Like this?”
She rolled her eyes. “C’mon, Ronan, you know what I’m saying. Hawaii Ronan is very different than Bosshole Ronan.”
I barked a laugh. “Bosshole, huh?”
She winced. “I didn’t plan on ever saying that to your face. It just came out.”
I hooked my foot around her ankle. “Is that what you call me behind my back?”
“That’s what everyone at work calls you.” I was fairly certain she was blushing. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not very likable, these last two days excluded. Respected, sure. Lusted after, definitely. But not liked.”
My lip curled up in the corner. “You realize I couldn’t care less, right? I’m there to make money, not friends. You’re the first person in my thirteen years with the company that I ever wanted to be friendly with.”
Quinn chuckled. “That’s debatable.”
“In all seriousness, I have to maintain a certain image in the office. When you’re in my position, there’s always someone waiting to shoot you down. If I give them ‘Hawaii Ronan’, it makes me vulnerable, and that’s something that I’ll never let happen. You’re the only person in that building who will ever see that side of me.”
She looked at me thoughtfully. “And what makes me so special to have that honor?”
I smiled. “Everything makes you special, Quinn. Every-fucking-thing.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
QUINN
“Mmm, this is the best dream.”
Dream Ronan chuckled before flattening his tongue and licking me from bottom to top.
My back arched off the bed. “God, you’re so good at that. Best. Pussy. Eater. Ever.”
“I’m glad you approve,” his deep voice rumbled against my hot flesh.
Wait a second...
My eyes snapped open in the darkened room. It took a moment for my brain to register where I was and what was happening. “Holy shit.”
I wasn’t dreaming. Ronan’s dark head was actually moving between my legs. “Fuck, I could eat your pussy all day, every day. Breathing is overrated... I never want to come up for air.”
“Yes, do that,” I panted. “Never, ever stop doing this.”
I couldn’t stop squirming, so Ronan’s heavy arm pinned me to the mattress as he continued licking and sucking, swirling his tongue or pressing the tip inside of me. My toes curled when his moans vibrated against my clit.
Before I knew it, my orgasm barreled down my spine and I was chanting his name over and over. He licked me slowly through the final tremor before kissing a path up my torso. The moonlight shone across his face as he hovered above me. “Hi there, beautiful.”
“Hi, yourself. That was quite the morning wakeup call.” I turned my head to check the time on the bedside table, seeing that it was just past two. “Very early morning.”
He pulled my lower lip between his teeth before dipping his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my arousal on him and for some reason, I found it really sexy. I’d never been a big fan of kissing after oral, but with Ronan, it was hot. Everything about the man was a turn-on. My eyes rolled back as he teased me, sliding his cock back and forth over my swollen nub.
“I couldn’t wait.” Ronan cupped my breast, flicking his thumb over the stiff peak. We groaned in unison as he guided his length into my body with the other hand. “I can’t get enough of you. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you.”
God, being with him like this was unreal. Skin to skin, the soft mattress at my back. Until the other night, I had never realized how I’d taken something like this for granted before. Don’t get me wrong; sex with Ronan Maxwell was extraordinary, any location, in any position. But like this? Where it felt like we had all the time in the world... having him braced over me, where the scattering of coarse hair on his legs rubbed against the smoothness of mine, his fingers feathering over every inch of skin that he could reach? There was no better feeling on earth.
It was so perfect, it was terrifying.
I never expected him to bulldoze my walls so fast or so easily. This felt natural... like we’d always been this way. I couldn’t help but wonder again what would happen when we returned to Los Angeles. When we got back to the real world, how would I reconcile the Ronan that lived in our little Hawaiian bubb
le, with the ruthless boss that I’d known for the last two years? I didn’t know how I could go about my workday pretending I didn’t know this other side of him.
He tucked his head into the crook of my neck. “Fuck, I love being inside of you. I love smelling like you afterward. All I think about lately is you. All I want is you.”
My nails bit into his muscular ass as I pulled him into me farther. “I can’t think straight when you say things like that.”
“So, stop thinking all the damn time. Just fucking feel.” He thrust in and out a few times, driving my body insane with need.
I gasped when he hit that magical spot inside of me. “Who are you? Ronan Maxwell overthinks everything.”
His toothy smile gleamed in the moonlight. “Not like this. Not with you.”
I whimpered as he bit down on the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “What does that even mean?”
He stilled as his large hands framed my face. “It means you’re a game changer, Quinn. These last two days with you have been some of the best that I’ve had in a long fucking time. I don’t want that to end. I don’t want to go backward with you. I just want to fucking be with you.”
“But—”
Ronan placed a gentle finger over my lips. “Shh. Let me finish. I know what I said on the plane. But I can’t pretend I’d be okay if you walked away from this. I know our situation is complicated, but I think we can find a way to make it work. If you want to keep this quiet, I’m okay with that for now, as long as you give me all of you outside of the office. While we’re at work, we’ll keep it completely professional.”
I gave him a wry look, even though he probably couldn’t see it. “Because we’ve been so great at that already.”
He chuckled. “I’m aware my self-control is shit around you, smartass. As is yours, I might add. But if we spent time together outside of the office, doing really fucking filthy things, I think that would help.”
“I don’t know, Ronan...”
“Shh... just feel.”
His hands were seemingly everywhere at once—my hips, my thighs, my breasts, my face. He whispered in my ear, telling me how beautiful I was, how I was the smartest woman he’d ever met. How when we were together like this, nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. I had never felt so close to another person than I did now. I no longer had any doubts about the power this man held over me. He could eviscerate me if he suddenly decided to change his mind. And as terrifying as that was, I found myself falling anyway, because how could I not? With his arms wrapped tightly around me, Ronan Maxwell did the one thing no man had done before. He made me feel hopeful for the future.
***
“Ugh, I don’t wanna get up,” I whined.
“So, go back to sleep.” Ronan pulled me into him farther.
I wiggled my butt when he ground his erection into it. “It’s rather hard with that thing knocking on my back door. How do I know you’re not going to just try slipping it in?”
The rumble of his sleepy laughter did things to me. Sexy things. “Trust me, honey, back door access isn’t something that can be done with any sort of stealth.” The hand that was holding my breast moved south. “When I take your ass, we’ll be doing lots of prep work before I try ‘slipping it in’.”
“So cocky. You’re awfully confident that will happen.”
He pressed into me. “I’ll show you cocky.”
“Oh, no, you won’t.” I wiggled out of his arms and slid off the bed. “Our flight to Maui leaves in three hours. I still have to pack and I’m guessing you do, too. We don’t have time for all the sex.”
“We can book a later flight.”
“No can do, Bucko. Our first meeting is at noon.”
He groaned. “You’re such a buzzkill sometimes.”
“Ha! Who would’ve ever thought you’d be saying that to me? Now, get out of here and pack your shit.” I made a shooing gesture. “I’m taking a shower.”
I had barely stepped under the spray of water before I heard the bathroom door open. Ronan sauntered in, all toned and tan, and more importantly, naked. He stood just outside of the glass wall, with his large hand moving leisurely over his cock.
“What are you doing?”
He stepped behind the glass and leaned against the farthest wall of tiles. One of my favorite things about this hotel were the oversized showers. You could easily fit five people in here comfortably. Not that I was into orgies or anything.
Ronan gave himself one long stroke. “Watching you shower. Don’t let me stop you. I’ll just be right here doing my thing.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off of his hand, moving up and down over his length. His abs flexed when he grabbed his balls with the other hand and gave them a slight tug. Damn, that was hot. There was a high probability I was actually drooling right now.
“Quinn, didn’t anyone ever teach you that it’s rude to stare?”
My eyes snapped to his. “What?”
He chuckled and released his dick, much to my dismay. I watched as he grabbed my loofa, squirting a dollop of vanilla-scented body wash onto it and working it into a lather.
“Turn around. I’ll wash your back.”
We really didn’t have time for this, but I found myself doing it anyway. He pushed my hair over my shoulder and peppered kisses down my neck. I groaned as he wrapped his hands around me, running the loofa over my sensitive breasts. After spending a great deal of time making sure they were extra clean, he moved the sponge lower. My hands flew to the wall for support as he ran it between my thighs, brushing over my clit just enough to feel good, but not enough to satisfy.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Harder.”
He dropped the loofa and started using his fingers to rub my hot flesh. One hand was anchored on my breast while the other teased me mercilessly. Every time I would get close, Ronan would back off completely.
“Still think we don’t have enough time?” he murmured into my shoulder.
I stood on my toes as he rubbed faster, bringing me to the edge again. “Aaah, God, Ronan! Maybe just... maybe if we hurry.”
I felt his smile against my skin. “Are you sure? Because if you’re not, I can stop.”
“Don’t you dare!” I growled.
“Turn back around.”
I didn’t even hesitate because my need to come had overridden anything else.
Ronan dropped to the ground, putting him at eye level with my pussy. I didn’t think I would ever get over the sight of this powerful, domineering man on his knees before me.
“Please,” I repeated. “Put your mouth on me.”
He spread my lower lips with his thumbs, blowing hot air over the spot where I wanted him most. His index finger ran down the middle, stopping when he reached my entrance.
“Mmm, we definitely don’t have time for that. If I taste this pretty pussy right now, we’ll never make it to the airport on time. You’re going to have to settle for my hands this round.”
“Fine... sure... do that. Just touch me, damn it.”
“You’re so fucking sexy when you get all bossy.”
He resumed his sensual torture, working one, two, and then three fingers inside of me. It was sweet agony every time his thumb slid over my clit as he thrust his fingers upward. Finally—God, finally—he kept just enough pressure there to trigger my climax. It barreled out of me so fast, my knees buckled.
I pushed my wet hair back. “Holy bejeezus.”
Ronan placed a soft kiss on my thigh and stood up. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I gave him a lazy smile. “You should.”
He stared at me intensely, tracing my jawline. “I’ll step out and let you finish up.”
I grabbed his forearm before he could walk away. “Wait. How quickly do you think you could come with my mouth?”
His wolfish grin sent a shiver through me. “Very quickly.”
I chuckled. “Well, then sit your ass on that bench.”
He made a show of sitting on
the built-in bench and spreading his legs. “You don’t need to tell me twice.”
I lowered myself to the tiles and settled in between his thighs. His cock stood proud, resting over his belly button. I drew my tongue up the underside of his length, tracing the thick vein that ran down the center. Ronan groaned when I wrapped my lips around the flared head before releasing him and kissing down his length.
His fingers threaded through my hair. “Fuck, sweetheart. Don’t tease me. I can’t take it right now.”
I hollowed my cheeks as I took him into my mouth, using my tongue along the way. His hips jerked, pushing him to the back of my throat.
Ronan grabbed a fistful of my hair. “Fuck, yeah, just like that.”
I looked up as he gathered my hair to the side so he could watch. I swore his cock grew bigger once our gazes met. I focused on fighting my gag reflex as I sucked harder, moving up and down his shaft. He started moving his hips faster, fucking my mouth as if he just couldn’t help himself.
“Christ, you’re so pretty with your mouth wrapped around my dick.”
I hummed around him as we fell into a rhythm of sorts. My mouth and fist worked in tandem with his hips. Ronan’s choppy breaths and mumbled praise spurred me on. I got lost in the moment, sucking him in earnest, listening to his cues. He traced the indentation of my cheek with his finger, keeping the other hand firmly glued to the back of my head, holding my hair away.
“Fuck, Quinn. I’m going to come.”
I moaned as his abs flexed and his thighs tensed. I increased the suction as he surged into my mouth, pulling in slow drags as he rode out the high. When he finished, I pulled away and sat back with a smile, Ronan’s salty taste coating my tongue.
“Is there anything you can’t do? That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.” His head fell back. “Jesus fuck.”
While I didn’t like to think of him with other women, his comment filled me with a sense of pride. Before I knew what was happening, Ronan had reversed our positions.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He pulled my legs over his shoulders and spread me wide. “Returning the favor.”