A SEALed Fate (14 page)

“That’s what I intend to do, darlin’,” he growled. “I didn’t get the chance to experience every single bit of you last time, but I swear to God I’ll make up for that now.”

She bit her lips and thrust against his hand, humming when his digits curved and hit a spot inside that made her pussy flow freely. Declan freed his cock, and she had all of a split second to admire the thickness before he was moving her boy shorts to the side and invading her body.

They sat like that for a moment, heavy breaths fanning out into the air, his hands cupping her ass. She nuzzled his throat and he gave a shallow thrust. Amelie found his earlobe with her mouth and a growl rumbled up from his chest.

“You’re fucking perfect, you know. Fucking. Perfect.”

Those words made her lift up and slam down on his cock, in turn leading to the departure of any control he’d previously had. She bounced and he kept in time with each move, burying his face in her chest. Amelie held him there and he lightly nipped at the underside of her breast. She gasped and he grasped hold of a nipple, giving just the right amount of pleasure/pain when he gently bit down and pulled.

Her pussy clenched around him and they both let out a simultaneous groan.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Declan whispered against her skin. His palm came down on her ass, getting a firmer hold as he moved her faster against him.

Amelie felt the orgasm tittering. She just needed… “In your mouth.”

He blinked up at her.

She pushed his head to her chest again. “In. Your. Mouth.”

Laughing, he told her, “I dunno whether to be afraid or turned on.”

“Both. Now…” Amelie pushed again.

He enveloped the tip and rolled it across his tongue. When it hit the roof of his mouth she bore down on his cock, grinding her clit onto the ridge until she felt herself spasming.

They both gasped. Declan’s booted feet left the floor then slammed back down again as he continuously moved, his face contorted. “Oh God, oh God, oh God…”

The second he released, they collapsed.

Panting, he readjusted their positions on the sofa. “That was…that was fun.”

Amelie nodded jerkily. “Yah. Fun. Lots and lots of fun.”

“And now that we’re in a relationship, we get to have more of that fun.”

Her head came up. “Relationship? Who said anything about a relation—”

The light thrust he gave while still buried inside her truncated her words. “Ah. Okay. Relationship.”

Declan’s lips spread into a smile. “I can use your newfound sex drive for
so
many things.
So many things
!”

She slapped a hand against his face. “Shut up, lie back and let me use you as a mattress.”

“You do realize your mine now, right? Signed, sealed and delivered?”

“As long as you acknowledge that you’re still a twat-koala.”

He nodded. “Fair enough.”

“Excellent. Now quiet down. I want a nap before I make you do things to me again.”

Clearing his throat, he pressed a kiss to her temple and whispered, “Still the best I have
ever
had.”

She tried not to let that go to her head as she finally,
gratefully,
fell asleep.

The End

More about the Author

When Nikki wrote her first story in the tenth grade with the help of a pen, three packs of correction tape and a small, completely non-creepy obsession with cowboys, she knew she was destined for greatness. Now if she could just convince everyone else...

Her days were spent guarding her notebooks with her life, and her nights were spent continuing a love affair with insomnia. Eventually, just a bit disgusted with the traditional love story, she took a dive into the deep waters of romance with a not-so-gentle or subtle push by a beloved mentor.

These days she's taken the time to polish what she refers to as her "writing superiority." She hopes that the tales she creates will grab the reader's attention, and make them devoted slaves to her will...er, fans.

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Nikki’s Other Works

Titles can be found at Are, Amazon and Barnes and Noble:

Mocha Memoirs Press

One Shot Too Many

Talking Dirty

Under The Christmas tree

Self-Published Works

Kiss and Tell

Kiss and Burn

Sweet Series Anthology

What a Bear Wants

What a Bear Needs

Beastly Desires

Beastly Urges (To be released)

Burn for Me

The Sweetest Thing

Beauty and the Barracuda  

Vexed (To be released)

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N
yssa unlocked her office door and flicked on the overhead light before hitting the button that would open her window shades and give her an amazing view of Center City Philly. Penn’s Landing was in walking distance from where they were located, and she could see the Benjamin Franklin Bridge along with the pier and the trolley. With a deep breath, she unbuttoned her jacket and slid it off, tossing it carelessly on the love seat to her right.

She walked toward her desk and was reaching for her wireless mouse to wake up her desktop when her leather chair suddenly spun from its wall-facing position and
Sansone
came into view.

“
Motherfucker
!”

He smirked and leaned forward, placing his forearms on her desk. “And good morning to you too, sweetness.”

“What
are
you doing?”

Shrugging, he gave her a nonchalant look. “Nothing, why?”

“Because you’re dwelling in my
office like a nocturnal Godfather reject
! Jesus Christ, Sunny! What’s wrong with you?” Her heartbeat was thrumming in her ears, and it had nothing to do with the fact he’d scared the hell out of her. It was all due to that goddamn stare. The knowing one he shot her anytime he caught her attempting to do something she had no business doing—like avoiding him.

He hadn’t brushed his hair back today so the caramel curls were a little disheveled, falling adorably around his forehead, ears, and the nape of his neck. He’d foregone a full suit and settled for a tailored, stark white dress-shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, unbuttoned at the top, and tucked into gunmetal gray slacks. As usual, his clothing fit his wide, muscular physique perfectly.

“Nothing’s wrong with me,”
Sansone
answered in a low tone, blinking up at her. “But you can do me the honor of explaining what’s wrong with
you
.”

She knew exactly
what he meant but it was best to pretend like she didn’t. “I don’t understand—”

“Do. Not,” he cut
in,
his voice remaining soft and even. “You committed an act of sexual harassment
and
grand larceny just a few days ago, or are we pretending as though that didn’t happen?”

“Oh, you have to be kidding me with this shit. Sexual harassment?”

Sansone folded his arms across his chest. “You exposed my peter.”

God in heaven…

“Sunny, get out of my office.”

He rested one ankle on the opposite thigh and sat back. “Not until we talk about your little stunt.”

“I don’t
want
to talk about my little stunt,” Nyssa said between clenched teeth. “As a matter of fact, the whole reason why I haven’t been here is to
not
talk about my little stunt.”

“
Heh
.”

She
hated
that noise! And right now she hated the mouth it had come from.

Nyssa pointed to the door. “Out.”

Standing in one smooth motion that almost made him look ethereal,
Sansone
walked in a slow gait toward the door.

Placing her hands against her desk, she tried to draw in an inhale that wasn’t
jagged and listened to the sound of the door locking and closing. Oxygen was much easier to pull in when he wasn’t invading her space, stealing her sense. Control and rationality had kept her safe all this time but some
way,
somehow, he’d slipped past both and gotten under her skin in a way no one else ever had.

He was insane but she loved him
and
his need for expensive hair products.
Possibly more than she should’ve, but it wasn’t to be helped.
Sansone
made her feel like she wasn’t just another position-hungry bitch climbing the ladder—something James had told her—in anticipation of the day when she could find a boy toy and order him about. His looks aside, what was in his heart had attracted her. He was, in all honesty, a genuinely good man. One she could never have, because if they parted, it would kill her. He was steady; he was supposed to be safe. He was supposed to be the one she could trust herself around implicitly but somewhere along the way she’d lost that comfort.

“I think you’ve forgotten exactly whom you’re dealing with,
cara
.”

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Epilogue