Page 69 of Her Irish Boss

She pulled his tie off his shirt and began to unbutton. “I want skin,” she mumbled against his lips.

He gripped her hips tighter. “Do I get skin, too?”

“As much as you want,” she said as she untucked his undershirt.

“No. Not that much.” He slid his hands underneath the back of her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her lower back. “Once I start, I won't stop.”

“I probably won't say 'no' Brogan,” she said, a smile in her voice.

“I'm not a teenager that runs around with a condom in their wallet, Selena,” he replied.

Her hands slowed down then. “Oh.”

He laughed. “Sorry. I'll be sure to carry one around for us.”

“No. It's probably for the better.” She leaned back, resting her head against the door as her hands ran along the length of his chest. “That would make it hard to concentrate on work. All I'd do is try and figure out a way to be alone with you.”

If she stayed with him, they'd have that time in the morning togetherbeforethey had to work. Which, unfortunately, they had to do.

“Speaking of that, you know we still have to keep all ofthis low key. It won't be forever, but please, let's get past the purchase of the property.” He smoothed her hair away from her face.

Her eyes narrowed and lips pursed. “How is it so easy for you to flip it on and off?”

He leaned his body into hers, pinning her against the door. “Don't think for one moment that I want this any less than you do. Cathal's livelihood. Rian's name. Everything I've worked for since coming here might be erased if I don't handle this right. Like O'Keeley's never existed.” He kissed her with a rough edge he tried to control and ended it just as quickly. “But I want you, Selena. All I'm asking for is a couple more weeks.”

He shifted, needing air.

Space.

Selena drove him to lose his mind. The thought of her walking away because he couldn't figure out how to be her boyfriend and her boss, made his head pound. And scared him. For the first time, he found someone worth giving up everything. But O’Keeley’s wasn't his to give up.

She began to button his shirt, keeping her eyes averted. “I'll play this your way, for now, Brogan.” As she buttoned the top button, she lifted her eyes to meet his gaze.

How had he ever thought anything between them would be simple?

Because based on the way she watched him, she was about to make his life hell. And damn it if he wouldn't enjoy every second of it.

“So what are the rules?” She lifted an eyebrow. “I assume I don't get to slap your ass as you walk by.”

He laughed, enjoying the playful way she ran her finger along the edge of his neck. “No. You don't. Nothing that lets anyone know we see each other outside this office.”

“Then I'll only slap your ass while we're in the office.” She held up a finger. “With the door closed, obviously.”

“You're going to make this difficult, aren't you?”

“Did you have any doubt? I don't like feeling hidden like I'm not good enough for you.”

How could she ever think that? Jacob, the snake, had put that insecurity into her mind. “You're more than I deserve, Selena.” He slipped his tie behind his neck and tied it for a second time that morning.

She straightened his tie. “The only hope you have right now is that I'll sneak you into my bedroom after curfew.”

He smiled at her small laugh and dipped his head, bringing their mouths in line. “As long as that can happen tonight—”

Brogan’s head snapped up when a knock sounded at the door.

“Mr. O'Keeley? Sir?”

“Crap! It's Trey,” Selena whispered. “What's he doing here this early?”

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