“No special woman visiting you while you were away?” she asked.
“Nope,” he admitted.
“You’ve been out for a week now,” she said. He knew she was fishing but she wasn’t going to catch anything. He wondered who had hurt Viv that she had such trust issues, but that would be a question for another time.
“A week is hardly enough time to meet a woman and a prostitute just doesn’t appeal to me,” he admitted.
“Yes,” Viv breathed and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Yes, what?” he questioned, trying to keep up with their conversation through his haze of lust.
“Yes to whatever you want,” she whispered. Viv leaned against him and gently brushed his lips with her own. Her’s were so soft and when she gently tugged on his beard and demanded he open for her, he groaned into her mouth. He had forgotten just how soft a woman felt pressed up against his body, or how good they smelled and tasted.
Kill pressed her up against her counter and she straddled her legs around his waist. He couldn’t help himself, he thrust his cock against her belly and she hissed out her breath. “You feel so fecking good, Darlin’,” he growled.
“You do too,” Viv said. “This might be the worst idea I’ve ever had but I’m not sure I care.” Kill stopped kissing her and lowered her to the ground, taking a step back from her body. “What the hell?” she questioned.
“I don’t want to be your worst idea,” he said. “We can’t do this if you feel it’s a mistake,” he said. “I won’t be anyone’s mistake.”
“That’s not what I meant, Cillian,” she said. “You aren’t a mistake and I would never think that. You are my employee and what if things don’t work out between us? I have a diner to think of.”
“I get it,” he said, even though he didn’t. His cock was protesting that he had stepped away from the soft, willing woman and he had to admit, he agreed. “What if we made a pact?” he offered. Kill was always good at thinking on his feet. It’s what kept him alive all those years behind bars.
“What kind of pact?” she asked, crossing her arms over her impressive cleavage. Kill had to will himself not to look her body over.
“We agree that at work, everything remains strictly professional. You’re my boss and I’m your employee,” Kill began. “But when we get here, we are just two people who are attracted to each other, doing our thing.”
Viv’s smile nearly lit up the kitchen. “Doing our thing? What things would we be doing?”
“Um, you know—things. Like what we were just doing,” he said. It had been so long since he was with a woman, he almost felt shy talking about sex. Hell, he was never shy when it came to women or talking dirty to them. He had lost his virginity at age fourteen when he convinced one of the town’s girls to “see him off properly” before he headed to America. He used that line quite a few times to get laid before he and his family headed to their new home. Girls seemed to eat up the fact that they’d know someone in America but he never wrote or called any of them, as he had promised. He never talked to any of them again.
Once he got to America, his sex life was even better. American females seemed to love his accent and he learned how to lay it on thick when he needed to. He used his accent and his looks to his advantage. Getting women to agree to fall into bed with him was just one of the perks of picking up and moving with his family. It made having to start life all over in a foreign land a little easier and a whole hell of a lot more fun. He needed to remember his game or he was going to have to watch the sexiest woman he’d seen in a very long time, walk away.
“You know you can say sex,” Viv teased. “We are two adults and I’m pretty sure neither of us is a virgin.”
“Right,” he agreed. “So, what do you say—a pact then?” He held out his hand for her agreement and she smiled and took it, giving him a yank into her body and wrapping her arms back around his waist.
“If I remember correctly, we were about here,” she said.
Kill nodded and pushed her back up against the counter so she could straddle him again. “I think this feels about right,” he teased. He wasn’t sure how they would make any of this work but he’d worry about all the logistics later. Right now, all he wanted to do was sink balls deep into Viv’s sexy body and make her yell out his name as many times as humanly possible.
Yeah—he’d worry about the rest tomorrow.
VIVIAN
“Bedroom?” Cillian said between kisses. He had stripped her down to her bra and panties and she said a silent prayer that she was wearing a good set and not one of the ones that made her look like an escaped lunatic.
“Up the stairs to the right,” she said. Her body felt about ready to burst into flames. She was consumed with raw need and passion she hadn’t felt in some time. Viv was completely wrapped around his body, straddling his impressive erection as Cillian effortlessly lifted her into his arms. He carried her up the stairs and pushed his way into her messy bedroom.
“I wasn’t expecting company,” she said, suddenly distracted by her mess. “I don’t usually do things like this—you know sleep with men I just met.”
“God, I hope not,” Cillian said. He was kissing his way down the column of her neck, nibbling and sucking as he went, and she was pretty sure she’d be wearing his mark in the morning. “I don’t give a feck about your room or how tidy it is,” he growled. “I just want you naked and underneath my body.”
Well, that was something she could get on board with. Viv tried to block out the rest of the world and not think about her unkempt room or the fact that she was about to give her body to a man she had only met hours before—a man who was her new employee. She’d worry about all those things in the morning. Now, she just wanted to feel alive for the first time in forever and Cillian certainly did that for her.
He unhooked her bra and hissed out his breath, “Perfect,” he murmured against her sensitive flesh. He sucked one of her taut nipples into his mouth and she felt a new pool of wetness between her legs. Viv ran her fingers through his long hair, grabbing handfuls of it to tug. He seemed to like it a little rough and Viv was fine with giving him what he wanted.
“I need you inside of me,” she ordered. Cillian gave her a sexy, wicked smile and dared to wink at her.
“On the bed,” he commanded. Viv did as he asked, loving the little power struggle they had going on between the two of them. It was seriously hot. Usually, men cowered and caved to her dominating nature but Cillian gave it right back to her. He hovered over her body and hooked his thumbs into the sides of her lace panties, slowly sliding them down her legs.
“Now you,” she said, eyeing his boxers.
“Give me just a minute,” he demanded. Cillian stood over her, looking her over like she was his next meal, causing her body to squirm with need. “Hold still, Viv,” he ordered.
She stilled and smiled up at him. “Like this?” He nodded and finished his perusal of her naked body. When she started to worry that he had changed his mind about wanting her, he pulled down his boxers and stood gloriously naked in front of her. His erection jutted out towards her and she sat up a little to give his body the same attention he had just given hers.