by Carly Keene
“Good?” he pants. “Should we go to the bed?”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, hanging on for dear life as we thump against the wall. “Fuck me, Sean. Faster.”
He goes faster, and then the world turns black and I moan nonstop as I go racing at ninety miles an hour toward the cliff. I have no brakes. I go right off the edge, screaming as I do it, as my pussy clenches hard around his cock and I find a greater pleasure than I’ve ever had before. Everything pulses. I think I lose my vision.
Only slowly does it come back, and only after he’s groaned into my ear loudly, bathing my cervix with his hot cum.
Only slowly does he let me down onto my trembling legs. He doesn’t let go of me.
“Now,” I say, breathing hard, “now we can go to the bedroom. If you want.”
“I do want,” he says. He has to step out of his pants and kick off his shoes to move, and then he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. “Now,” he says, “my bonny lass, you’re my love forever.
Forever sounds good to me.
EPILOGUE
Ainsley, four years later
I push open the door of Kelly’s Pub and sign in relief, and then I smile. I’d thought this place was cozy when I first visited, but now that I live on the upper floor, coming through the door is a deep pleasure. I’d never dreamed that a pub would be home, but it is.
“Hi, Mac,” I say, and duck under the bar to go to the back office. He looks up and waves from where he’s mixing cocktails.
My Seanan is in the office, tousling his hair as he frowns at Quickbooks on his computer. I have one minute of worry that the financials aren’t good, and then I notice the calculator. “Something not adding up right?” I ask, and Seanan nods.
“I’m in a rush to get done and go pull pints, and I can’t reconcile yesterday’s cash intake,” he growls. “It’s off by nearly $200.”
“Hmm,” I say, and lean down to kiss him. “Let me take a look.”
He kisses me back thoroughly enough that I start thinking about dragging him upstairs for some sneaky loving before I give him my news. But first I scan over the accounting.
“You and me, we add up right,” he says while I’m looking, and pats me on the butt. Multiple times. Then he stops patting and starts caressing. My heart speeds up.
The cash is off by $180.63, and I know immediately what’s happened. “Multiples of 9,” I say. “You’re off a decimal point somewhere, or some numbers have gotten transposed, probably both. Go back and check each entry, and I bet you’ll find it.”
“Do it for me?” he suggests, and pulls me onto his lap. “Pay you back later in bed.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Or now, Madam Business Analyst.”
“You know I’d never get up to shenanigans in my office,” I say severely.
“True,” he says, and slides a naughty hand up under my skirt. “But in mine?”
Suddenly it’s a lot warmer in here than I’d thought. I move my leg to allow him better access to the satin undies I’m wearing under my suit. “In yours . . . Well, Mr. Kelly, what did you have in mind?”
He grins, those dimples on full display. “Well, Missus Kelly, I thought you might turn round and lock the door first. And then,” he says, standing up, “I thought ye might come over here and plant your hands on the desk.”
I play along, locking the door and then leaning onto the desk. Despite the warmth in the room, my nipples have perked up under my blouse. From behind me, Seanan starts tugging my skirt up above my waist, exposing my panties. “Ooh, that’s nice. Ye’ve a fine arse there, lass. Mind if I get a better look at it?” He slips my panties down, putting a foot between my legs so that I step wider. “Aye, that’s very fine, to be sure.” His accent’s broadened and his breathing’s picked up, and his excitement is catching. My pussy is almost dripping now, and I’m aching for his touch. “Those legs look very fine in your shoes, too.” He smacks one butt cheek lightly, and I catch my breath.
“Bend over, lass,” he says quietly, and when I do, his hands are welcome between my thighs, finding all my slippery, sensitive places. “Ah, you’re so wet.” He slides two fingers into my hot cunt, and I moan as quietly as I can. “Want it, do you?” I nod, because I can’t speak. He tweaks my clit while he’s finger-fucking me, and it doesn’t take long before I’m climaxing on his fingers. “Good lass,” he says, and sighs. “Now I’d like you to turn round and unbutton that prissy blouse and show me your tits.”
I smile over my shoulder at him. “Was that a ‘please,’ boss?”
He repeats the please, but it’s a formality. His eyes have gone that hot dark blue, and he’s sporting an impressive bulge in his chinos. He pulls the clip out of my hair, and it cascades down over my shoulders.
Suddenly I’m back in control, for now. I turn around and unbutton my blouse, slowly. Then I unfasten the front hook of my bra and show him my breasts, caressing each one and playing with my nipples. I reach forward and unfasten his belt and pants, pulling them and his boxers down to let that gorgeous hard cock of his spring forth. “Sit in the chair, boss,” I say, “and I’ll take care of that little problem for you.”
“The last thing it is is ‘little,’ he protests. But he sits, his cock standing straight up for me.
I kneel and take him in my mouth, sucking and stroking in the way he likes best while I roll his balls in my other hand. When I look up at him, my mouth full, he growls. “No more. You’ll finish me, and that won’t do.”
“It won’t?” I keep stroking, and then I pull his wet cock to my cleavage, squishing my boobs around his dick and sliding it up and down. “You don’t like this?”
“It won’t do because I need to be in your cunt,” he says, quiet but fierce. “Now. Hands on the desk, and show me that lovely plump arse again.” He bends me over the desk, rubbing insistently at my clit until I cry out and arch my back in desire. “Spread your legs for me.” Then he’s filling me up with that delicious prick, and I take over playing with my little pleasure button. The heat builds and builds with every thrust, until I can’t stand it anymore, I’m coming hard and crying out loud. With my pussy clenched down on him, he comes too, shooting me full of his seed.
Seanan sighs against my back, and then pulls me upright on my shaky legs. “Jaysus, woman, three years of this and I still can’t get enough of you.”
“Good,” I pant. “Because I can’t get enough of you either. It’s such a good thing that we add up, isn’t it?”
“’Tis.” He holds me close, stroking my hair.
“One plus one,” I say, and hold my breath a little, “equals . . .”
“I know this one. Two,” he says firmly.
“Nope. Guess again.”
He stops stroking my hair. Pulls back to look at me. Opens his mouth and says nothing. Takes a deep breath and says, “. . . Three?”
I nod, tears springing to my eyes. “Three. The next generation of Kellys is on its way.”
The delight in his eyes is so real, I know I’ll remember it the rest of our lives.
“Be my true love forever,” he says.
“My bonny Irish lad.”
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Carly Keene writes short steamy romance packed full of hot instalove between sexy, assertive men and the fantastic women they fall in love with. A lot of sweetness, plus a lot of steam! If you’ve ever wished that Hallmark™ movies showed what happens in the bedroom, Carly’s books are for you. No cheating or cliffhangers, just guaranteed happily-ever-afters.
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