Page 69 of Naughty Irish Liar

Need and love slammed into me.

I didn’t listen when I roped her in with an arm and nuzzled along her neck.

“Weren’t you in a rush a minute ago? Now who is making us late…”

“That was before I saw you in skin tight green.”

She was the only red headed woman I knew who said fuck it to fashion rules when it came to wearing whatever color she wanted, whether it matched her hair or not.

To me she was the sexiest, most gorgeous woman on two legs, but I enjoyed her most of all out of her clothes.

Her scent washed over me, a hot left jab and I had the quick-like thought to keep her at home tied to the bed, so no other asshole could fall under her carrot spell as men tended to do with just her friendly smile, forcing me to be the bigger asshole I preferred to be and stop whatever fancy they might have towards my woman.

She was a goddamn brat who got a kick out of seeing me go caveman.

She called me a hero.

I was no hero.

What I was, was possessive as fuck.

It didn’t quit, it didn’t take the day off.

If Catherine was in my field of vision you could bet all on black that I was stalking her around the room until I could get her alone.

With a last kiss on her neck I let her go, because she was right, if we didn’t leave now we wouldn’t be leaving any time soon and we had family and friends waiting for us. Ash and his wife had flown into town early from his nationwide book tour especially for tonight to help celebrate my queen. Even Cal and his girl were coming, and it was rare to see that dickhead venture out of the house now he had something good at home…he’d fallen under the spell of a bossy woman and seeing how I had my own determined queen, I could relate.

We were opening the thirdGinger Girlpub today. It seemed to go in threes, so I was sticking to that formula for each new business. We never intended to have more than one, but the popularity of GG the original meant not even a year after opening we were doing it all again over in Brooklyn and now it was Staten Island’s turn.

I was so damn proud of my wife. Her business mind was just as shrewd and brilliant as her father’s and whatever she touched turned to gold.

My eyes tracked her frame. Beauty shone out of her. She loved opening nights as much as she did theme nights and she’d timed this one perfectly to combine both. I didn’t need to see any quarterly margins to know she’d make a success of this pub too.

We were a formidable team and rather than having too much exposure to each other working and living together, it was the complete opposite.

The more I saw of Catherine the hungrier I became.

Seriously, I was an asshole who would monopolize all her time unapologetically if she didn’t keep me in check by letting me know she needed time with her friends sometimes.

She always came home early to crawl all over me so who was the sap now?

Still me. Always still fucking me.

Some things in my life would never fade. Knowing how I felt about my freckled girl was one of them. It was a dark, primal need of infatuated love.

My family adored her, more than me I think. Ma was besotted with her daughter in law and they talked most days over video chat, mostly to show Catherine naked pictures of me on Tower bay beach when I was a tiny asshole in training.

Curling my arm around her lower back we took the short walk to the underground parking lot. She fidgeted with her long mane and then her purse, back to her hair again.

I knew she wasn’t nervous about the opening, it was all she could talk about for weeks as we got the last of the revamp finished.

Our marriage was more than golden, I made sure of it, so it was unlikely a marital issue bothering her either. Some said I was crazy to lock down a marriage with a twenty-three-year-old but five years on we were stronger than ever. I would regret a lot of things first before I’d ever regret that. My deviant side said I would have made her mine at sixteen. Lucky for me, Catherine loved every bad piece of me. That first trip back home I took her on a tour of all my old haunts and rather than being discouraged with the man I was by seeing all my dirty tricks, she was giddy to know more of my grafting and criminal activity.

What a woman. I may have fucked her so damn hard against a dank alley wall with Catherine’s cries echoing all through Dublin. I gave my good girl some of my filth that day.

I kissed her cheek, made sure she was secured in her seat before rounding the car and slid myself in. Before I started the engine I turned to face the woman of my dreams.

I suppose I could take the blame for her nervousness because it was me and my damn mouth who had put a tremble in her fingers, so it was down to me as her man to alleviate her worries. I would do anything for her, and she knew this—took advantage of it all the time and me the in-love halfwit didn’t mind a bit when she sent me on fools errands for her favorite foods. Or trailed me around the shops with a must have sale, making me carry her damn overflowing purse or watching her try on clothes for hours while my cock ached to be freed.

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