He stood, ripped down the zipper on his slacks, grabbed his hard cock and rammed into her wet body. His own cries echoed off the book-shelved walls. With ShyAnne he never had to worry about being gentle because the harder he gave it to her the more she liked it, unlike Lindsay who had wanted to be made love to. Fisting the strands of his wife’s hair, he held her flat on the desk as he slammed in and out of her, burying himself so deep that he could feel the womb that had failed them both. The papers and folders floated to the floor along with his moral compass. He didn’t give a shit any longer. All he could think was how good she felt…how much he wanted to possess her. Wanted her to remember that he was the boss for as long as she lived.
“Is that all you got?” A tiny, soft laugh fell off her pouty lips. “I’ve been fucked harder by my dildo.”
Keeping his hand in her hair, he pulled out and grabbed her arm, lifting her from the desk. He met her gaze for a fleeting second before he pushed her to her knees on the floor in front of his glistening dick. “Put that mouth to good use and suck me dry!”
With a fiery gaze he thought she might deny him that perky mouth, but instead she bent her head and wrapped her thick, collagen infused lips around his shaft. She was an expert at blowjobs and could suck a blueberry through a straw. She took him in deep, practically swallowing his head, then pulled out, using her teeth to scrape against the tip. Doing this several times, she brought him to a precipice. His balls tightened and he knew he would explode. He wanted more of her pussy, but like a dying man, he couldn’t resist that one last pleasure of squirting into her mouth.
With a final jerky thrust, he shot his wad deep into her throat.
Sweaty and satiated, he stared down at her, his breaths coming in harsh pants. A knock came on the door and it took him a good ten seconds before he could respond, “Yes?”
“Sir?” came Stark’s voice. “People are waiting for you.”
Reluctantly, and with great pain, he withdrew himself, giving her one last look of pleasure before pushing his flaccid cock inside his slacks and zipping up.
ShyAnne stood, swiped the remains of his orgasm from her lips and buttoned her stretched blouse. With a stubborn tilt of her chin, she said, “You’ll stay here and I’ll take care of her.”
“I’m sorry, ShyAnne,” he said calmly and grabbed his jacket and tie from the chair. “You’re not going to do anything outside of following the new rules—my rules.”
“Where are you going?” she flung at his back.
“None of your fucking business.”
“Bastard!” She picked up a book off the desk and flung it at his head. He ducked just in time.
He laughed and opened the door, closing it behind him.
The secret paneled door opened and she swung around as Mike Gammon stepped into the office. He looked like he’d suffered an electrical shock.
“What are you staring at?” she asked as she adjusted her wrinkled skirt down over her hips.
“You’ve lied to me,” he said quietly.
Narrowing her gaze, she sniffed arrogantly. “What are you talking about, Mikey? Shouldn’t you be out finding that fucking bitch like I told you to?”
He closed the door and clicked the lock.
“What are you doing? Didn’t you hear me? Go find the cunt,” she commanded upon deaf ears.
“Mr. Langley had cameras installed in all the rooms today. He said we needed to vamp up security.” Mike didn’t look like himself. “This room included.”
“Good for him.” Then it must have struck her what he meant because her mouth opened slightly, but she never did worry about the small stuff. “You watched us fuck, did you? Don’t get your feelings hurt. I fuck a lot of people, including my husband on rare occasion,” she snorted. “When he gets pissed off, he’s a delicious lover.”
“You’re a whore.”
She burst into laughter. “Thank you. I’ve done my best.”
“My life is destroyed because of you. My wife, kids, and job are all gone.”
She gave a careless shrug. “Oh get over it!”
He reached into his pocket and took out a short rope, winding it around his knuckles on both hands and snapping it tight. The light seemed to leave his eyes.
ShyAnne’s eyes bounced from the rope back to his face. “Did Peter put you up to this? To scare me?”
Gammon took a step toward her and said, “I wonder how Langley’s ratings will go up in the polls once the public learns that his wife is dead?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
NOVAH AND EGAN had arrived late during the night, tired, and ready for sleep. The second she walked into the bedroom where Finley was sleeping Novah felt a weight lift off her chest upon seeing her baby girl safe. Crawling into bed with her, Novah snuggled close. The second she closed her eyes she fell asleep.
With the sunlight, she came awake with a stir, looking around the strange room and empty bed. “Finley? Where are you?”
Worried, Novah jumped up from the twin bed and tore out of the room, took the steps as fast as her feet would carry her. She had no idea where she was going but followed the sound of her daughter’s laughter. Novah came to a screeching halt when she popped her head into the kitchen and found Finley sitting with Egan at the table.
“There you are, sleepyhead. We thought we’d let you sleep. Hungry for pancakes?” It was her mother who asked from where she flipped flapjacks at the stove. Was this a dream? How could
