Slay (Storm MC #4)

Fuck, I needed this.

Sweat slicked our skin as we moved together, and my hair stuck to my face. The feel of his body against mine, and the feral sounds surrounding us as we both fought for it, collided in my mind to create a brilliant explosion of light and bliss. Pleasure scattered throughout my body, hitting every single nerve ending. The sensations were so intense, so fucking pleasurable, and I tumbled into an abyss of ecstasy.

“Fuck!” he roared and came.

He thrust one last time and then stilled, his body tense against mine as his own pleasure consumed him.

I dropped my head and concentrated on getting my breathing under control. My heart beat wildly in my chest and the last jewels of pleasure fluttered through me. I sagged under him, but he moved one arm to hold me up.

“You okay, baby?” His gravelly voice was tinged with the softness I loved from him.

“Yes.”

His strong arm around me caused my brain to scramble again. I loved his arms, and I especially loved being held in them.

He moved so he could lay kisses softly along my spine, and a shiver ran down my back.

Oh god. No more. I can’t handle any more pleasure today.

He pulled out of me, and pulled me up with him. When we were standing, he cradled my face in his hands and kissed me. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he promised.

I nodded, and he walked into what I figured was a bathroom. He didn’t waste time and came back to me a moment later. I could hear water running and gave him a questioning look. He jerked his head towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna clean you up.”

I shook my head. “Fuck no. I think I might explode from the pleasure if you come anywhere near me in the next few hours.”

He grinned and held his hand out to coax me. “I promise not to touch you inappropriately.”

I raised my brows. “Jesus, Donovan. Every time you touch me, it’s inappropriate. Every time you look at me, it’s fucking inappropriate. You don’t know any other way.”

Heat flared in his eyes. “Okay, baby, you clean yourself up. I’ll keep my hands and eyes away from you for a bit, but I’m warning you now, I’m only giving you a few hours. After that, you’re fair game again.”

“Shit. We need to add to my earlier statement, that every time you talk to me, it’s inappropriate.”

He nodded at the bathroom. “Go,” he growled.

I left him and spent the next fifteen minutes enjoying the heat of the water on my muscles. Sex with Donovan was almost an athletic experience, and my muscles already ached. I wouldn’t have it any other way, though.

When I re-entered his office, I found him dressed and on the phone. He looked up at me and let his gaze roam over my body. I loved the desire in his eyes that he didn’t ever try to hide from me. His gaze got stuck on my breasts and I bit my lip as he abruptly ended his call and stalked to where I stood.

“Fuck, Layla, I fucking want you again,” he muttered as his hand came to my breast.

Oh god.

I took a step back so that his hand fell from my body. “You said a few hours, and I’m holding you to that.”

A scowl fixed itself on his face. “No, I’m holding you to it, baby.” He checked the time on his clock. “I’m coming to you at five o’clock and you’re going to let me fuck you.”

Fuck.

I didn’t respond. My tongue was tied in my mouth at his dirty words.

“Tell me you understand,” he demanded.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.”

As I stood there, my bossy man ordering me around, and my body in a state of bliss, I decided I’d never been happier in my life.





Chapter Sixteen


Blade


After Layla left, I spent the afternoon dealing with shit Merrick kept dumping on my desk. Construction jobs we were in the middle of needed issues dealt with, and jobs we were considering bidding for needed some details sorted out. The security side of our operation required my attention at the moment as well. Ben’s job was to keep an eye on our competition and ensure our business was clear of threats. The construction game was a ruthless business to be in and dirty tricks were common. He’d recently come across some things that needed to be further investigated.

At three thirty, Merrick stepped into my office, and Ben followed after him. Fuck, this couldn’t be good. I closed my laptop and stood. “What?” I demanded.

“We’ve had a mass walk-off on the job we’re doing in the City at the moment,” Ben informed me. “Union officials convinced the workers to strike, and although we’re working to fix it, I think we’re in for a rough ride with this one.”

I raked my hand through my hair. “Fuck. Phil Deacon’s behind this, isn’t he?”

The motherfucker had a reputation for bribing union officials into shit like this.

Ben nodded. “I suspect that, yes.”

“Jesus,” Merrick muttered. “If that job isn’t completed on time, we stand to lose a lot of fucking money.”

I eyed Ben. “What do they want?”