Page 5 of Naughty Irish Liar

I felt it.

And so did the organ twitching between my legs.

Damn her.

I closed my eyes and remembered that day.

Not an inch of those fated thirty minutes escaped my memory, though, for the love of god I wished it sometimes.

How she’d stood in front of me, expectancy in her young eyes. The shape of her breasts under the tight t-shirt, poked nipples I should have been shot for noticing.

I was a twenty-one-year-old man then and she was… too fucking young for me.

The bosses daughter andtoo goddamn young.

She’d played me.

Lied.

And I’d let her.

I could have easily looked for the truth.

I chose not to. And for that I hated the ginger wench with her gorgeous face and incredible body and allure. Even now in my crammed pub with Simone hanging off me, I feltherallure draw me in. Beckoning me to taste those cherry-fucking-lips and stamp my name all over her.

Preferably in come.

Make the sweet girl nice and dirty.

Fuck.

From top to toe I scraped my eyes over her and felt lies touch my tongue.

Lies such as I’d forgotten the girl was too good for an alley rat like me.

She wasn’t the one that got away.

She was the one I’d ran far from before I did something stupid and got my ass landed in jail.

I could just hear my da with that one. I was already a disappointment to the old man because I didn’t—wouldn’t go into the family business. God fucking forbid I wanted to make my own way. You’d think he’d be happy I wasn’t riding his coattails. But unless shit was going Gerry MacNamara’s way he wasn’t happy about anything.

I’d wanted to graft with my own two hands and make it by myself, not on my family’s dishonorable reputation. I’d been away from Dublin nearing a decade now and with no regrets for my choices.

One regret however was coming towards me, eyeing me like she was hungry. Observing Simone nosily, but if she was bothered about the women trying to hang off my arm then she didn’t let it falter her steps.

I took in the tilt of her head, and the rounding of her shoulders, the curve of her gorgeous hips.

What was she doing here now? The timing was all wrong even if my body didn’t agree.

I turned to a mistake and bared my teeth, turned my eyes cold. “Go home, Simone. I told you not to come back here, didn’t I?”

“But, baby…” she jutted her bottom lip like she thought acting like a toddler would give me a raging hard on.

The girl in earshot now knew better than most that jailbait didn’t work for me.

“Never was your baby, not your anything, go home, Simone.”

Setting her aside, my long-ago careless, clingy one-night stand already forgotten, she could pout elsewhere. I was a bastard, a jerk, whatever you wanted to call me, but I never gave a woman promises.

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