He pulled her back into his arms, tossing the pile of papers she was clutching against her chest back to her desk. “Talk to me, Viv. Tell me what you’re thinking,” he demanded.
Her sigh said just about everything for her. “I’m thinking that you need to help your friend and get that little girl back, but I’m not going to lie—you talking to the Dragons worries me.”
“I get that, Honey. I can’t promise that everything will be okay, but I have to do this.” Viv nodded and he gave her a quick kiss. “Wait, was that our first official spat?” Kill asked.
Viv giggled, “I think it was,” she said.
“Well, I hear makeup sex is all the rage now,” he teased. “You want to give it a go?”
“You mean here? In my office,” Viv choked.
Kill eyed her desk and gave her his best evil grin. “I think it looks pretty sturdy,” he said. Kill lifted Viv onto her desk and loved the way her breath seemed to catch when he pulled her against his erection, letting her feel every inch of him through both of their jeans. He was perpetually hard around her and was pretty sure he’d never get enough of sweet Vivian.
“What if someone comes in?” Viv questioned.
“Hold my place,” he ordered. Kill liked the way Viv didn’t seem to take her eyes off him as he rounded her desk to lock her office door. He decided to give her a little show and remove his t-shirt on the way back around to her and Viv’s greedy eyes roamed his upper body, taking him all in. Over their past few months together, she had asked a good many questions about his ink. He liked the way she seemed to take an interest in him. It felt so good having a woman like her in his life now.
“You know this is breaking our pact?” he breathed. “The one where we would remain strictly professional at work? You still think this is a bad idea?” he asked.
“Yes,” she admitted, letting her hands freely roam his torso. “But, I don’t give a fuck anymore,” she sassed.
“Good,” he said. “Because I’ve been dying to do this all morning.” He pulled her against his body and tugged her shirt up over her head, exposing her bare breasts. “I knew you weren’t wearing a bra,” he accused. “I’m betting you know how crazy it drives me when you forgo undergarments,” he said.
Viv held her thumb and pointer finger up and squinched them together. “Maybe a smidge,” she teased.
“You’re a minx,” he growled, palming her breast. “I think you might need me to teach you a lesson on teasing me,” he said. Viv smiled up at him as if letting him know she was on board for any lesson he might want to teach her.
Kill sat back down in her office chair and pulled her half-naked body over his lap. “Straddle me,” he ordered. “And for the love of feck, tell me you aren’t wearing panties under that mini skirt of yours.” Viv did exactly as ordered and straddled his lap, giving him a shy smile and a coy shake of her head.
“For feck's sake,” he growled. “You are going to kill me, woman.” Kill quickly unzipped his jeans letting his cock spring free and Viv lowered her body over his, allowing him to completely enter her drenched core. Her greedy pussy took him in and Viv rode him as if she couldn’t get enough.
“This is all that matters, Viv,” he said. “What’s happening between the two of us—as long as we have this, I can do anything.” He meant it too. When he was released from prison, he thought about doing something stupid to go back. Hell, it was what he knew and Kill knew the statistics. Many felons were repeat offenders because they didn’t know how to cope with life on the outside. But Savage set him on the right path and once he met Viv, he wanted to be a better man; not just for her but for himself. She made him that—a better person, even in just the short time they had known each other.
“I know,” she stuttered. “I just can’t lose you—not now.” Viv framed his face with her hands and looked into his eyes and he swore he could see into her soul. All her raw desire and need stared back at him and if he wasn’t mistaken, he could see love in her beautiful blue eyes.
“Baby,” he crooned, pushing her blond hair back from her face. He pulled her down to kiss her and she moaned into his mouth. He could tell that she was close and he was sure he wouldn’t last too much longer. He stood with her in his arms, pulling her from his cock and turned her to face the desk.
“Palms down and ass out, honey,” he ordered. Viv was always up for an adventure, especially when it came to what he wanted to do with her body. She seemed to like his alpha tendencies and he had to admit, he was glad. He didn’t know how else to be around her.
Kill pushed her down on the desk, facing away from him and thrust back into her body. She moaned and pushed her ass back against his cock, taking everything he was offering and begging for more.
“Shit, baby,” he growled.
“I’m going to come, Cillian,” she cried out. They weren’t quiet and he was sure that everyone in the diner would be able to hear what they were up to in Viv’s office, but he didn’t give a shit.
“Me too, Honey,” he admitted. “Come for me, Viv,” he ordered. She cried out his name and Kill could feel her wet core spasm around his cock. He thrust twice more into her body and lost his seed inside her.
“Cillian,” she said. “I need—” Viv paused and he worried that he had done something wrong.
“Was I too rough?” he asked. He turned Viv in his arms and looked her over as if inspecting her body. She was still wearing her mini skirt, hiked up around her waist and she looked well sated.
“No,” she said, smiling up at him. “I like it rough and you never disappoint. We need to talk though,” she said, clearing her throat.
“About?” Kill asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. Viv found her shirt on the floor and pulled it back on, righting her skirt. “If I remember correctly when a woman says it’s time to talk, she’s either breaking up with the guy or pissed off about something. So, which is it?” Kill zipped up his jeans and tugged his t-shirt back on.
“Neither,” Viv whispered. “But, you might be pissed after I tell you what I need to.”
“Let’s have it,” he ordered. “I’m a rip the band-aid off fast kind of guy.”
Viv nodded and looked down at the floor, avoiding making eye contact and he hated the way she was trying to hide from him. “Viv,” he warned. He put a finger under her chin and gently raised her face until he could look into her eyes. “Don’t hide from me,” he said.
“Fine,” she said around a sigh. “I’m pregnant.” It felt as if all the blood rushed to his head making his ears ring.
“Maybe I didn’t hear you correctly,” he said. “Did you say you’re pregnant?” Viv nodded and looked down at her feet again and this time, he let her hide from him. Hell, he wanted to do the same thing, but he felt as though he couldn’t move.
“I’m so sorry, Cillian. I have no idea how it happened,” she cried.
“I thought you were on the pill.” He knew he sounded unreasonably upset but he couldn’t help it. He had just gotten out of jail and a baby wasn’t something he planned on so soon. He was just starting to get his feet under him and now he was going to be a father?