Page 134 of Fifth Avenue Fling

“I have no idea,” I whisper. “He’s a real bastard.”

He lets out a low chuckle.

“Seriously, are you not concerned about Teagan finding out?”

He sighs and drags a hand through his bed hair. “She knows something is going on between us. She didn’t seem too upset. Maybe I’m overthinking the whole thing.”

What?

AmIdreaming and talking in my sleep? I drop it even thoughI’mfreaked at the thought of Teagan finding out.

Killian lets out a contented yawn and props both hands behind his head. He looks like he’s in no rush to leave. He smiles at me. “Wow.”

“Wow, what?” I wipe my mouth in case he’s talking about drool on my chin.

“Your eyes. They never cease to take my breath away. I can’t get over the color of them.”

Oh my God, swoon alert. Be still, my poor heart. I fight a giggle. “It’s because I’m a mutant. I don’t know the science, but green eyes are a mutation, apparently. Did you know only two percent of the world has green eyes? I’m unique.”

“That you are. Sexiest mutant I’ve ever seen.”

Since the leprechauns are in control, I may as well extract what I can from him. “Hey, I have a question.”

“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs lazily.

“What was your first impression of me when we met in the hotel? I’ve always wondered.”

I brace myself.

“I was surprised that a beautiful young woman asked for my advice on underwear.” He smirks as if remembering. “Then you started breaking shit in my hotel and dropped to your knees.”

“You were very grumpy,” I say with a small pout.

His brows rise. “Like I said, you were breaking shit. And you’re a little thief. What else have you stolen besides soap and cars?”

“Nothing! Anyway, stuff in hotels is fair game.”

“Not unless you’re a resident. Which you were not.” He chuckles. “But I’ll admit that I have thought about you wearing that lingerie and choker quite a few times since then.”

Oh. My insides are turning to goo. “Good thing I bought it then.”

He seems to like this idea as his eyes blaze with heat. He rises onto his forearms, holding his weight up, and impatiently pushes my legs apart with his thigh. “Fuck my early morning meeting. Fuck them all; they can wait. This can’t.”

I feel a tiny shiver of nervous excitement. He’s all man. He would crush me if he let himself drop.

“Next time, wear the choker,” he growls as his hand travels down my stomach until he finds the sensitive spot between my legs.

My toes curl as his fingers tease my clit, pleasure rippling out in little waves through my body. “Yes, sir,” I breathe, looking right into his eyes. “Whatever you want.”

This seems to tip him over the edge. His hand closes over my jaw as he pushes himself into me.

I tense up a bit before my body relaxes into the rhythm of his thrusts.

God.This man feels so good inside me.My legs wrap around his waist, my feet digging into his butt.

“Clodagh,” he groans, and I swear there is a hint of love in his voice and the way he looks at me.

In this moment, we have an invisible bond that only we can feel. I feel warm and happy and content. If I were a poet, I’d say our souls were speaking.

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