Seven

Roc

“So what does she want?” Noah strolled into my office whistling, dropping down and relaxing.

“Get your feet off my desk, old man.” My mood had been black for days, waiting for the goddamn DNA test results to come in. “She doesn’t want a fucking thing from me, Noah.”

Silver eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Nothing? Then why do you sound so pissy?”

I glared at my uncle who was making it pretty damn easy for me to take my anger out on him. “She won’t tell Lily I’m her father until the DNA results are in.”

“Sounds smart.”

“What? You agree with her?”

“After what Eve had planned, she’s smart to wait. Especially if there’s a chance she’s not yours.”

“There isn’t.” After seeing Lily and checking the dates of her birth I had no doubts. “I was her first and she was pregnant when she left St. Lucia.” I nodded at Noah’s shocked expression. “She’s worried we’ll come after her, accuse her of trying to get her hands on my money.”

“Isn’t she?”

“Hell, Noah, she never would have told me I had a kid if I hadn’t bought this fucking place! I have a three-year-old daughter.”

“Maybe,” he added again, unhelpfully.

“Look.” I pulled out my phone and brought up the photos I’d snapped at the beach. Lily was a little ham in front of the camera.

Noah whistled. “She’s definitely got those Mahoney blues. Adorable and she has those same dimples Jax does.” He said all the things I’d thought as I spent time with her.

“Bossy like me and curious like Ethan.”

“Yep. She’s a Mahoney,” Noah said as though that settled it.

“Now you see the reason for my mood.”

Noah held up a hand and spoke softly into the phone, sliding it back in his pocket and grinning. “We’ll have the results by the end of the week.”

“Thank you, Noah, but that wasn’t necessary.”

“I’ll take the thank you and you can save the ‘little girl’ shit for your little girl.”

I gave him the finger and he walked away chuckling and shooting me the same in reply. Noah never minced his words, probably a product of being a bachelor and raising his three rambunctious nephews. Most of the time I appreciated his words of wisdom, which for some reason always ended with him questioning someone’s manhood.

And even that made me think of Abby. Want her. Need her deeply. Ever since that kiss at her home I could think of nothing else but burying myself deep inside her beautiful body, and the day in the blue bathing suit proved she could still turn me on. She had sexy curves in all the right places. And I couldn’t wait to explore them, taste them. To hear her scream my name again.

I grew hard just thinking about having her again. Knowing no other man had enjoyed her body the way I had. “Fuck,” I groaned and shifted in my seat.

I needed to see her. Now.

I found Abby in her office two hours later, shoes kicked off, hair tumbling around her shoulders and Azurel Resort jacket hung on the back of her chair. “Abby, we need to talk,” I told her and shut the door behind me, locking it.

“I don’t have time now, Roc.”

“Make time.” Arms crossed, I stood in front of her desk and stared down at her.

She let out a frustrated breath, “I have work to do, Roc. What do you want, anyway? You can’t just burst in here and interrupt my day!”

I grabbed her wrist, resisting her efforts to pull back. “Actually, I can because I’m the boss.”

She growled and the sound shot straight to my cock, filling it with blood until I was hard and aching to bury myself deep inside her. “Then you’d better be here to talk about work.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not.” She tried to pull back again and I let her but only because it suited my needs. “I’m here because we need to deal with this thing between us.”

Eyes wide as saucers she stepped back, though the desk still separated us. “The only thing between us is our daughter.”

Our daughter. I wondered if she even realized she’d said it, even though we both knew Lily wasn’t the only one between us. I laughed. “You really believe that?” She nodded, pure defiance blazing in her eyes. “If you do you’re either lying to yourself or full of shit.”

“Did you come in here for a specific reason, Roc?”

Damn right I did. Circling her desk until we stood toe to toe, I gazed down into fiery hazel eyes—angry hazel eyes—and smiled. “Yeah I did. You.”

She put those small and delicate hands on my chest and shoved. “That is not a damn answer!” She pushed me again and I took advantage of her position, pulling her close so I could spear my fingers through her hair with one hand and grab her ass with the other. “Roc,” she warned.

The way she said my name reminded me of all those years ago when I first kissed her. I leaned in the same way I did now and she purred my name the same way. I loved that breathy whisper thing she did. “Abby, you know.” She knew but I could see in her eyes she wouldn’t admit it. Wouldn’t give me any edge or advantage.

“I know this is a bad idea.”

I knew it too. “But none of that matters, right?” I moved closer and closer until her cinnamon scented breath fanned over my face, bringing more memories to the forefront of my mind, memories of our past. She said nothing but I didn’t need her to, I could see her pulse hammering at the base of her throat. She wanted me. And I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath.

“No,” she finally whispered and licked her lips.

That little move was all I needed to swoop in and taste her sweet mouth, run my tongue along that plump bottom lip and then stealing a taste of her top before gliding along the seam of her mouth until she opened. When she finally gasped, I slid in, tangling our tongues and re-exploring the hot moisture of her mouth. Fuck, she tastes better than I remember. She groaned into my mouth and I gulped it down, tightening my hold on her.

Abby’s hands curled into my shirt, her tongue licked at mine. She sucked my tongue like it was my cock and I groaned, feeling her smile against me.

Fuck me, she wanted this too. With that knowledge, both hands skimmed down her body, past the hem of her dress to smooth bare legs and then my hands reversed the trip, smoothing up her legs, caressing her hips.

“Roc,” she hissed reluctantly.

Then it was my turn to smile against her lips as I lifted her up and sat her on the glass desk, stepping between her legs while my fingertips grazed the soft flesh of her inner thigh. “Abby,” I groaned, one hand crawling up her stomach, between the swell of her breasts to lightly grip her throat while the other hand found her hot center and slid inside the wet silk. “So wet already.” My words covered her gasp when one finger slipped into her hot wet cunt.

“Roc,” she pleaded and I obligingly added another finger until they were coated with her cream.

“Abby.” My voice came out harsh, thick with desire. Her eyes opened just then, dark forest green and disoriented with desire. “This,” I held up the fingers that had moments ago been inside her and licked them clean, “isn’t nearly enough for me.”

She released a strangled groan and her head fell back. Reluctant desire. “Dirty.”

“Not yet,” I told her and hooked my ankle around her desk chair, pulling it up and dropping down in it. “But very soon.” Breathing in the scent of her arousal sent my mind reeling, thinking about how it would feel to be deep inside her again. “Up,” I commanded, gripping her silky panties and pulling them down her legs. Like the bastard I am, I shoved them into my pocket and spread her wide, inhaling with a smile. “Abby, look at me.”

She did, a smile curling her mouth up.

“Keep looking, Abby, because I won’t stop until you tell me to. Got it?”

She nodded, her dark gaze trained on my face. My mouth. “Got it.”

I pulled myself as close to the desk as I could get, placing both legs over my shoulders. I couldn’t wait any longer, flattening my tongue I swiped through her folds and she cried out, thighs clenching around me. Losing myself in her taste, her scent, I licked and sucked while she squirmed and pulled my hair. Called my name.

“Roc, please.” That needy little plea snapped a few threads on my tether and my tongue dipped lower, fucking her pussy as her hips ground against my mouth.

“Please what, Abby?” She had always been shy about talking during sex and dirty talk made her blush a beautiful shade of pink. “This?” I asked and thrust my tongue into her over and over and over, loving the way her walls clenched around me.

“Yeah, that.”

“Or maybe, this?” One finger teased her opening as my lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard and letting my teeth graze that sweet little bundle of nerves. I sucked and sucked each time her cries grew louder, my finger doing nothing more than caressing the nerves at her entrance.

“Oh, Roc!” Her body went rigid, suspended in a long moment of pleasure before convulsions wracked her body.

But my mouth kept moving, although at a much slower pace. Soft and gentle my tongue moved across her sensitive lips.

“Roc, please. Yes!”

She didn’t say stop so I didn’t.

“Fuck! Roc…okay, stop.”

I grinned. “You sure?”

Her gaze narrowed.

I chuckled. “Well, if you’re sure.” I stood, freeing my erection and rubbing it against her until she purred.

“I am.” Heels scraped up the back of my thighs before settling on my ass and giving me an encouraging push. “Now.”

My hips canted forward and a loud growl of pure pleasure escaped at the feel of her, so tight and hot and wet around me. Squeezing me. “Fuck I missed this, Abby. Tell me you did too.” I couldn’t deny the smile of satisfaction that she couldn’t speak, couldn’t voice the words because of just how good it felt. She let out a disappointed whimper when I pulled out, only to slam back in. Deep. Hard.

“Yes, yes,” she moaned over and over, like a song just for me.

I needed more of her. Hell, I needed all of her. Leaning forward until every inch of our bodies pressed together, I captured her mouth as I pounded into her sweet wet pussy, hard and fast to the sound of her mewling cries. The feel of her as she neared orgasm. Pulling back so I could look at her flushed skin, arched back and kiss-swollen lips, my hands gripped the inside of her thighs so I could drive into her in perfect rhythm.

“Oh God, Roc! Please, oh yes!”

Music to my fucking ears. Both thumbs went to that bundle of nerves just below the blonde strip of hair, pressing together while I chased down our pleasure. Moments later my name fell from her lips and hers from mine as I emptied myself into her pulsating cunt. “Fuck, Abby,” I groaned with one final jerk of my hips.

She lay there across her desk, sated and breathless with just a hint of a smile curling her lips. But when Abby looked at me, all I could see was confusion and disappointment. The regret in her eyes.

Ah hell. I didn’t regret it for one second and she did. Already. Well fuck that. “Thanks,” I spat and separated our bodies, tucking my cock back where it belonged and strolling from her office.