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“We need the money.”

“I don’t know what to tell ya, Mam.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do with Sean?”

Joey shrugged but didn’t answer.

“Shannon is at Nanny’s getting her uniform altered, and your father has taken Ollie and Tadhg to that hurling blitz at the pavilion.”

“He’s your son,” was my boyfriend’s quiet reply.

“I know that, Joey, but I need you.”

“Mam.”

“You have responsibilities.”

His nostrils flared. “I’m well aware.”

“We can stay here and mind Sean for your mam, Joe,” I decided to say, thrilled that he was trying to put me first, but knowing that his guilt would only serve as a downer on his mood for the rest of the day. “It’s not like we have anything better to do.”

“You sure?” Uncertain green eyes landed on mine. “You didn’t sign up for spending your Sunday babysitting my brother, Molloy.”

No, but I definitely signed up to be with you.

“I’m sure.” I gave him an enthusiastic nod before turning back to his mother. “We’ll watch your son.”

Joey’s mother didn’t like me, didn’t want me anywhere near any of her sons, but I had her over a rock, and she could do nothing but nod stiffly and say “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Still smiling, I caught ahold of Joey’s hand and practically dragged him out of the kitchen. “Let’s go.”

“Did you see the look on her face?” He chuckled, following me up the staircase, trying to balance both steaming mugs of coffee. “She’s raging.”

“Because she doesn’t want me in her house.” Closing his bedroom door behind us, I turned the key in the lock and prowled toward him. “Distracting her perfectly trained, busy little worker bee.”

Setting both mugs down on his windowsill, Joey turned back to me and gave me a heated look. “Call me a bee again, and I’ll have to sting ya.”

“Sounds tempting.”

Reaching for the hem of the T-shirt I was wearing, I quickly whipped it over my head and laughed when he groaned. “Fuck.”

“Come on, Joe.” Hooking my fingers into the waistband of the boxers I was wearing, I pushed the fabric down my thighs. “I have the perfect place for you to put your stinger.”

“Your mind is so messed up.” He laughed, pushing his sweats down his narrow hips. “You can make filth out of anything, Molloy.”

“You love my dirty mind.”

“You’re right. I do,” he agreed as he closed the space between us and reached for me. “And I love your ass.” Hoisting me up, he pushed my back against his door and leaned in close. “And these lips.”

Kissing me deeply, he growled into my mouth and rocked himself against me, causing the thick head of his cock to probe my clit.

“Do it, Joe,” I encouraged, hooking my legs around his waist as I slipped a hand between us and fisted his shaft. “Take me.”

“Have me,” he whispered against my lips as he slowly rocked into my touch. “Put me inside you.”

Oh, Jesus.

Shivering against his lips, I tilted my pelvis, aligning my body with his, and slowly fed him into my body, breathing hard as he filled me to the point of pain. “You stretch me so good.”

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