An Unwanted Second Chance (JB Tirado) novel Chapter 89

Riley was about ready for bed when Kent opened the door, his face practically glowing with excitement.

“I have something for you,” he said, smiling wide.

“What is it?”

“I’ll show you.” He held out his hand.

She sighed, amused. “Right now?”

“Yes,” he said, beckoning her with two fingers. “Right now.”

She slipped her hand into his, and he tugged her into the hallway, half–dragging her toward the room she’d first stayed in when she arrived.

“Are you kicking me out already?” she teased.

“Never,” he said, pausing to give her a quick, heated kiss. “Open the door.”

“Why?”

“Just open it.”

“What’s in there?”

“Goddess help me, woman!” he groaned. “You make me crazy. Just open the damn door!”

Laughing, she batted her eyelashes innocently. “Where’s the fun if I can’t drive you crazy?”

Kent growled low in his throat and then shoved her back against the closed door, his mouth crashing into hers. His kiss was wild, demanding, his tongue claiming her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands slid under her shirt, fingers tracing burning patterns across her skin.

He pulled back suddenly, kissing a path along her jaw to her ear, dragging a ragged gasp from her lips. His teeth grazed her earlobe and then… he stopped as abruptly as he started, stepping back with a wicked smirk.

“How’s that for driving someone crazy?” he murmured.

“Asshole,” she muttered, trying to steady her racing heart.

He just laughed. “Open the f*****g door, Riley.”

Rolling her eyes, she finally turned the knob to step inside and then stopped, stunned.

The bedroom furniture was gone. In its place stood a beautiful oak desk flanked by two overstuffed burgundy armchairs. A deep gray couch stretched along one wall; a small table and chairs occupied the other.

“What is this?” she asked, forehead/creasing.

“Your new office,” Kent said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“My office?” she echoed, raising a skeptical brow.

“Yeah.” He grinned. “Since some of our allied packs found out that my new luna was one of the council’s best advisors, they’ve been asking if they could hire you for consulting before having to involve the council. I told them it might be possible.. for a price.”

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She blinked at him. “I don’t get it.”

“Packs hate dealing with the council,” he said. “They want solutions without oversight. You could start your

own consulting business. Help them, get paid, and still do what you love. On your terms.”

Riley stared at him, heart swelling. She glanced around the room again, taking it in.

“You did this for me?” she whispered.

“Of course,” he scoffed, stepping behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “I’d do anything for you. I love you.”

She turned in his arms, hands linking behind his neck. “I love you too.”

Their lips met in a soft kiss. It started sweet at first, but Kent quickly deepened it, pulling her flush against him. His mouth was hot and demanding, his hands sliding under her shirt to splay against her bare back. When he broke the kiss, he trailed his mouth down her neck, nipping at her pulse until she moaned and arched against him.

Kent growled low in his chest, his fingers finding the curve of her breasts.

Riley shoved him away playfully, leaving him blinking in surprise.

“Feeling crazy yet?” she teased breathlessly.

He scowled, adjusting the obvious bulge in his pants. “You are a pain in the ass.”

She smirked. “Is that what you have?” she asked, her gaze dropping pointedly.

He stepped forward, crowding her back against the desk. Grabbing her hand, he pressed it between his legs.

“Why don’t you find out what I have?”

She rolled her eyes. “I have a pretty good guess.”

Kent ducked his head, his mouth latching onto her neck again, kissing and biting in a way that made her knees weak. Riley gripped the edge of the desk behind her as he stripped her shirt away, then her bra, his hands and mouth everywhere at once.

He sucked one of her n*****s into his mouth, drawing a gasp from her lips, then straightened just long enough to pull off his clothes while she shed the rest of hers.

She hopped onto the desk, leaning back on her elbows, her legs spreading for him. Kent stroked himself slowly, watching her, hunger darkening his eyes.

Riley dipped her fingers between her legs, stroking herself as she tipped her head back and moaned. She pressed the heel of her hand to her clit, her hips lifting into the touch.

Kent swore under his breath, stepping between her thighs. He caught her wrist, guiding her slick fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean with a groan.

With a growl, he wrapped one hand lightly around her neck, pulling her upright to rest his forehead against hers. His other hand guided himself to her entrance and he pushed inside in one rough, delicious thrust.

Riley gasped, her body stretching around him, pleasure spiking sharp and fast.

Kent held her hips with one hand, the other sliding up to pinch and roll her n****e. His pace was brutal, the angle perfect, every thrust driving deeper. She clung to him, legs locking around his waist, gasping his name:

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“Kent,” she moaned, “you feel so good in me.”

*f**k, Riley,” he growled, voice wrecked.

He slid a hand down to her clit, circling with skilled fingers as he thrust harder, faster.

“Come for me,” he whispered roughly against her throat.

That was all it took. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she came, her whole body clenching around him. Kent followed with a ragged groan, spilling inside her, holding her tight.

She collapsed against his chest, breathing hard, his arms winding around her protectively. He rubbed slow, soothing circles on her back as they both caught their breath.

Riley smiled against his skin.

“I think,” she murmured, “I like this office.”

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