Page 96 of Tangled Control

I wince. “That may be, but I’ve loved you for a lot longer.” I unclip her bra and slide the straps down her arms. “Possibly since you gave me the death stare during my first presentation when I claimed your work as mine.”

“I think I’ve loved you ever since you took off your jacket and flexed your biceps in our first meeting,” she replies with a mischievous glint in her eyes and pushes my shirt off my shoulders.

“That mouth of yours. You know what I do to naughty girls, don’t you?” I turn her around, push her panties down and slap her arse. “Get in the shower.”

I join her only seconds later, wincing when my elbows slam into the plexiglass as I lather Catriona’s tits. She’s no more successful when she tries to sink down on her knees for a closer inspection of the cleanliness of my rock hard cock.

She laughs. “Whoever designed this shower stall didn’t take sex into account.”

“You’re right. Fuck this.”

The bathroom floor has wet pools all over by the time I’ve guided her out of the cubicle and perched her on the sink. I spread her legs wide, soap suds still running down her thighs, and gaze down at her pink slit. It’s teasing me in – I need to taste her.

“Fuck!” Pain shouts from my arse cheek. I’ve bumped into the shower door when bending down.

Catriona cracks up laughing. “Whoever recommended bathroom se-eex… Ah!”

I suck her clit hard, and by the time I slide two digits in and out of her, I bet she’s a bathroom sex convert. Her legs are over my shoulders and her heels dig into my back.

“Rian!”

I grunt against her pussy as her insides clench around my fingers. A last lick along her slit and I stand up. Damp hair sticksto her rosy cheeks and she’s almost folded in half with her legs around my neck.

“What was that? Not even one minute before you came?” I tease and line up, my singular focus to be inside of her. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard, this desperate.

“Just shut up and fuck me –fuck!”

My hips flex forcefully, pushing my cock all the way in. And then I pound into her with a bruising pace, claiming her. The small room is loud with moans and slapping of wet bodies.

“You’re mine, you hear me?” I pant the words, every muscle in my body taunt, my digits digging into her thigh.

“Yes, yes.” Her lips are frantic against mine as I let her taste herself – and soap.

I wrap my hand around her neck and repeat my promise from earlier. “I’m going to collar you.”

“Yes, Rian.” She tilts her head back, offering up the column of her throat. “Mark me as yours.”

I swear loudly. My hips move faster, my abs burn and my vision swims. Catriona’s mouth drops open and her nails dig grooves in my flesh. Her scream vibrates under my firm grip as her orgasm pulses around my thrusting length. Heat bursts down my spine, and I follow her over the edge, roaring, “Mine!”

Forty Nine

Catriona

Ipress the doorbell and shuffle back on the sidewalk, fiddling with the edge of my top. It’s strange waiting outside the house I grew up in and have a key to, but it doesn’t feel right to barge in unannounced. The door opens and I tense. Mum’s smiling face freezes when she sees me on the doorstep in the evening light…and who I’ve brought with me.

“Hi, Ma,” I squeak.

“Cat?” Her head turns to Rian in a slow, creepy way that would fit perfectly in a Stephen King movie. Even her speech is drawn out. “Mr…Kearney. This is…a surprise.”

“Miss Taylor, it’s nice meeting you again,” Rian says with a smile.

Mum’s head turns back to me in that same slow motion.

“Ma, uh, can we come in?”

For a moment, I’m worried she’ll refuse, but then she takes a step back from the door, letting us into the narrow hallway, her eyebrows drawn so high, they’re hidden under her fringe.

“Why don’t you have a seat in the living room?” she says somewhat reluctantly. This is unusual. We’re always in the kitchen. “Tea? Coffee?”