Page 91 of Playing Dirty
The orgasm rips through me like a hurricane, like nothing I've ever felt before. My whole body convulses, clenchingaround him. Pleasure crashes through me in wave after wave, endless and overwhelming.
"That's it, sweetheart." He grips my hips and drives up into me hard, chasing his own release. "Fuck, I can feel you. Feel you squeezing me so tight. I'm gonna come. Gonna fill this pussy up and mark you as mine."
"Yes," I gasp, still trembling with aftershocks. "Give it to me. I want all of it."
He buries himself to the hilt and groans, and I feel him pulse inside me. The hot rush of his release flooding me, filling me up, marking me in the most intimate way possible.
The sensation of him—his cock pulsing deep against my sensitive walls—triggers yet another shattering peak, and I cry out as my body clenches around him, greedily taking every drop he has to give.
I sink against his chest, completely undone and boneless, my limbs heavy with a blissful sort of fatigue that makes movement feel impossible. He’s still buried inside me, softening by slow degrees, and I can feel the warmth of his release beginning to seep out, tracing a slow, wet path down my thighs.
We remain there for a long, quiet moment, the only sound our jagged breathing as the adrenaline finally begins to ebb. Eventually he shifts his weight, his touch surprisingly tender as he brushes a damp strand of hair from my cheek.
"So," he murmurs, and I can hear the sudden flicker of uncertainty in his voice, the commanding officer replaced by the man who’s clearly mad about me. "Was that... what you wanted? It wasn't too much? Talk to me, Ace."
A helpless, dizzy giggle bubbles up in my throat like I'm drunk. Drunk on him, maybe, since I haven't touched a drop of wine tonight. I feel the tension leave his frame at the sound.
"Too much? Cillian, it was absolutely perfect." I prop my chin on his sternum, a slow smile spreading as I catch his gaze. "You really know how to deliver, you know that?"
"I aim to please," he murmurs, a low chuckle vibrating through his chest, and his arm bands around my waist to haul me up until we're nose to nose. The kiss he gives me now holds none of the raw dominance of the last hour; it’s soft and lingering and a little bit smiley, both of us too full of it to manage anything more serious.
"I love you," I say against his mouth, just because I can now. "It feels good to finally say that out loud."
He presses a slow, unhurried kiss to the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, his touch a gentle brand. "I love you too, Margot. Though fair warning, now that I’ve started saying it, I don't intend to ever stop."
"Good," I breathe, settling back into his hold while his hand begins to trace lazy, soothing lines up the length of my spine. "Because I’ll never get tired of hearing it."
24
Cillian
I swing open the door and Margot practically explodes inside, her energy as infectious as it is uncontainable.
"Cillian, you won't believe it!" she cries out, stumbling slightly under the weight of a gargantuan pile of ring binders and tabbed planners.
"And what happened?" I catch her before she topples, pulling her in for a lingering kiss while I wrestle the heavy stack from her arms and drop it onto the island. "Jesus, Ace, what have you got in here? Bricks?"
"Careful with those. That's years of work." She catches her breath, beaming at the heap like a proud mother. "Diane's vineyard notes, tasting sheets, soil reports. I couldn't stand having it scattered everywhere anymore, so I'm consolidating everything into one master system. I was mid-organizing when I left, and I figured I'd keep going here tonight. Fair warning."
I trace the edge of a particularly thick folder. "Doubles as a lethal bludgeon too, I'd wager."
"Yes, it does, so watch it," she says, her grin turning wicked as she brushes a loose strand of hair from her face.
"Alright, spill. What happened today?" I ask.
"Carol called me in this morning," she says. "Apparently the sales numbers for the new label are so strong that they want to expand the range and make it my primary focus. Way less time managing entitled clients and more time actually building the project!"
"Congratulations, love." I pull her against me, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I know how much you prefer working on the wine side of things to the corporate headache."
"I know! It's just so exciting. I mean, I don't mind the client relations, but getting to expand the affordable range? It's a dream. Diane's thrilled too; we already started sketching ideas. It's a years-long project, so we get to start planning now, but I can't wait."
She gets animated when she's excited about something, her hands moving in rapid, graceful gestures as she talks, and the effect is adorable and intoxicating in roughly equal measure. I could listen to her talk about her passions for hours, I think, and never get bored of the sound.
"That’s amazing, Ace. I can’t wait to see what you two dream up," I say, stepping into the kitchen. I snag a bottle of her favorite Solstice sparkling, the bubbles dancing in the light as I pour us each a glass and lift mine toward her.
"A toast to you, Ace." I hold her gaze across the island. "The cleverest, most hardworking, and organized woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."
She smiles, her eyes shimmering in the lamplight as she holds the glass up. "Thanks. Impressed by my color-coded folders, huh?"
