Page 52 of Naughty Irish Liar

And then she got even brattier, knocking my control off kilter as she flung herself at me and went to bloody town on my mouth until I opened to let her suck like a tiny savage on my tongue.

“I get jealous, too.” She whispered on my mouth, nipping and nibbling. “Every woman that looks at you I want to punch her in the tit. She has no right putting her eyes on you.”

God fucking damn.

“My office,now.” I managed to grate out through my aching, clenched teeth and I set her away. Had to, or I would have put on a show right there by pushing up her skirt to see how soaked she was.

She was waiting for me minutes later when I walked through the door, closing it slowly. Her eyes, like two greedy emeralds raked over me. She never hid her lust, didn’t play games with it. It was always there on the surface for me to lap up like a gluttonous dog would a bone.

Look, I’m the first one to admit I like putting people at unease. I find it helps their productivity if they’re scared of the boss. I’m a friendly guy, but I let it known it’s not a wise decision to ever cross me.

She’s different. It’s as if she sees through my veneer right down to the bones of me because as far as I could tell from the moment she walked into my bar she hasn’t been intimidated once.

That’s maddening and a turn on.

I might have introduced her to sex, but she was a sex-crazed little demon who liked bouncing on my cock until she was raw and useless of anything other than falling into a sated coma for ten hours.

Days and days’ worth of sex and there I stood in the middle of my office with my cock on fire to ram home in the only place I’d ever felt at peace.

No, that wasn’t right. This brat didn’t give me peace.

She gave me a turbulent storm I couldn’t recover from.

CHAPTER 15

Catie

“Look at you churning your thighs together because it hurts down there. Have I created all those dirty, crying needs in you,acushla?”

I immediately stopped, unaware I’d been doing anything other than watching him going through paperwork for the last thirty minutes.

“I thought we were going home?”For sex.I didn’t add.

And I didn’t pout.Barely.

“Eager?”

“Tired.”

“Tired looks a lot like horny.”

Smug bastard with his iron clad control nicely packaged in his rock-hard body. I could hate him if I didn’t love him so much.

While he finished some nightly admin that needed his attention we’d talked. I told him about school and my best friend.

“Wait. You live in a hotel, but you have a roommate?” He’d questioned. “A stripper roommate.”

“It’s not as wild as it sounds. I wanted company and Gabby needed a place to live while she saved for her own, it worked out for us.”

I’d text Gabby, while I waited for Ronan, to let her know I wouldn’t be home again tonight, not that it mattered, she was doing an extra shift for a sick co-worker. But I felt bad I’d practically abandoned her lately all because my glands were being serviced.

It took a lot of time and effort to get a guy to fall in love and so far the results were not looking so good. I knew he desired me … anything else was still up in the air.

He was the most dominant and meticulous man I’d ever met. The opposite to me. If I had the right experience I might have played games and bested him in a battle of wills. But as it happened, I just wanted him whichever way I could have him.

Letting my hand inch across my thigh I fingered the hem of my skirt.

His eyes darkened.

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