Marks on My Skin (Love & Ink #1) Read Online Free PDF

feeling her heat once more and my cock strained against my jean. My thumb brushed against her hardened nipple and Shayne moaned, breaking her lips away from mine.
    “Kieran, I think we should stop.” She gasped, putting a weak hand on my chest, her gaze avoiding mine.
    “Wha? Why?”
    “I just...don’t think this is a good idea. You’re Liam’s brother, and given everything going on with your wife…” Her words slammed me back into reality and I didn’t hear the rest. A pang of guilt and anger hit me in the gut, warring with the desire still throbbing through me.
    “Right. I’m sorry.”
    Shayne bit her lip and slipped off the desk, smoothing out her skirt. “I should go. I have another appointment that will be here soon.” She cleared her throat and with an awkward sideways glance, rushed out of the office. I sank back into my chair and tried to ignore the ache running through my body, but all I could think about was Shayne. I’m still married, I told myself. I shouldn’t be thinking about another woman like that. At least not until I get that shite sorted. But my mind wandered unbidden, right back to Shayne. Fantasizing about taking her right on this desk, tugging those black lacy knickers down to her knees, and burying myself deep inside her over and over again until she cried out.
    “Feckin’ hell.” I slammed my laptop shut and pushed myself back from the desk, agitated and horny. I was still as hard as the feckin’ hobs of hell. Seeing nobody else in the back hallway I darted into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Maybe it was wrong to think of Shayne like that, but right now I couldn’t help it. Months of stilted affection from my wife and two more spent completely alone had taken its toll, only adding to the growing frustration inside me. Hastily unzipping my jeans, I pulled myself out, wrapped my hands around my rigid cock, and barely concealed the groan that escaped me.
    I braced myself against the wall, leaning over the toilet and let my mind wander back to Shayne. To those black lacy knickers, to the feel of her heat taunting me through my jeans. My hand moved faster, desperate for release. I imagined pulling her off of the desk, turning her around and taking her from behind, about those pouty red lips of hers taking in my full length as she stared up at me.
    “Feck.” I hissed. My hips jerked forward and I came hard, nearly crumpling over the toilet. I bit my lip, trying to muffle the moan that shook through me and a metallic taste invaded my mouth.
    “Feck…” I squeezed my eyes shut as the waves of pleasure waned. A few minutes later I stood up straight and tucked myself into my jeans. Illicit thoughts of Shayne still danced around in my head, but the shock of cold water from the sink helped push them away. My heartbeat returned to normal, and taking another breath, I pulled the bathroom door open—to come face to face with my brother, Niall.
    He stood there, arms crossed over his chest with a wide, shit-eating grin across his face. “I hope ya washed yer hands after that.”
    “What the feck are ya doin’ standin’ outside the bathroom?” I frowned at him.
    “I was lookin’ fer ya. Really, I should be the one askin’ what the hell ya were doin’. Somethin’ got ya hot and bothered?”
    “None of yer feckin’ business, perv.” I pushed past him and ran into Shayne. Just perfect. Her eyes widened for a moment and she dodged around me, shutting the office door behind her.
    “Hmmph, should have guessed. Someone, more like.”
    “Shut the feck up.” I glared at him.
    “Hey man, I don’t blame ya. Shayne’s feckin’ hot. And a hell of a lot cooler than that wife of yers.”
    “She can probably hear us, ya know.”
    Niall waved a hand at me and rolled his eyes. “Please, there’s music playing. Besides, I came ta see if ya wanted ta grab a couple beers with me.”
    I glanced toward the closed office door and back to him, letting out a sigh. It was probably a