Page 70 of Haunted Nights & Savage Sins
We spent that night and every other available hour since then refinding each other. The make-up sex was out of this world. I’m almost tempted to piss her off again just so we can have more of that.
Of course, not to that extreme though. I never want to see her in such a state again.
When she’s strong, so am I. When she hurts, so do I. We’re more of a team now than we’ve ever been. I’m not sure it’s the result either of our fathers expected, but it’s what they got. They wanted to build a stronger empire, well we have, and I’ll make sure that I preserve it any way I can.
“Did you eat today?” Brenna leans up on her elbows, the cover pulling down from her plump breast as she looks up at me with concern.
I’m standing by my closet looking for some clothes to throw on, preferably something I can get off just as quickly as it comes on. I never know where Brenna’s passion will overcome her, and I like to make her getting to me as easy as possible.
I look down pointedly to the apex of her thighs. “Several times, yes.” I give her a wicked smile, which she replies to by rolling her eyes and tossing a pillow at me.
“I mean actual food. You know, sustenance, brute.”
“No, you want to get something?” I ask.
“Yeah, let’s order something with cakes.” She licks her lips, no longer thinking about me but about the food she is no doubt ready to devour.
“I mean do you want to go out and get something?” My voice is lower. It’s easier to go out now, especially with her by my side. I don’t care about anyone else looking at me, not when she is there.
“Like to a restaurant? Really?” She jumps up to her knees.
“Get dressed.” I nod, and she leaps out of bed, nearly falling to the ground, rushing to get some clothes.
“It probably won’t be a big place. Just small. Something—” I go on trying to manage her expectations when she comes back in the room after getting dressed faster than ever.
“Cormac, as long as I’m with you I don’t care where we go.” She replies, leaning up to press a kiss to my lips.
One day I’m going to give this woman the world. Little steps.
Just as we are about to walk out of my room, the in-house phone rings.
We both groan. Someone unexpected is here. As the boss I can definitely tell them to fuck off, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. I’m here to handle all the problems. At least until Declan gets out. I’m counting down the days.
Brenna pouts as I walk over to answer the phone.
“Mr. O’Sullivan. Dean is here to speak with you.”
Dean. My mood immediately drops. I didn’t think I’d have to deal with him any time soon.
“Send him.” I order. When I look back up at Brenna the focused, concerned look is on her face. She knows my moods just by the sound of my voice.
“Trouble?”
I nod my head. “Stay in the room. Let me handle it.”
I press a kiss to her forehead before I turn on my heel and walk to the parlor room just as Dean gets there. He’s in a rush or seems to be uneasy.
“Is there a problem?” I question.
“I’m sure not. It must be a miscommunication. Did you order the dock workers from the Doyle family take lead at the two southern ports?”
“Yes, I did.”
“I see, what about changing the flight date for the Bolivian shipment?”
“I changed that as well.”
“Have you been personally going to every supply check? There’s been words like micromanaging being thrown around.”
