Page 161 of Fifth Avenue Fling

“Is this seat taken?”

“You can have mine,” Orla chimes in, winking at Killian. Before I can respond, she leaps off the seat.

He smiles at her. “Thanks, Orla.”

“I won’t wait up,” she whispers into my ear before blowing us both a kiss goodbye.

Killian takes a seat on the stool, his eyes sweeping over me from toe to head.

I try not to react even though my heart pounds a million beats a second. “What are you doing here, Killian?” I keep my eyes glued to my drink as I slowly stir it.

“Look at me.”

When I look up, he’s staring at me. “Please give me the chance to make you happy, to prove myself. Let me love you and show you that I want the best for you.” He slips his hands onto both sides of my jawline and draws me closer. “What do I need to do to prove it to you? Do you need me to get on my knees?”

His smirk is so cocky, it pisses me off. “Yes, actually,” I deadpan. “That would be a start.”

“Okay.”

Stunned, I watch as he lowers himself to his knees in front of me. Killian Quinn is literally kneeling before me. If people were staring before, their eyes have fallen out of their heads now.

He looks up at me expectantly, not seeming to care that everyone is watching him. The man has no shame.

“Alright then,” I whisper with a giggle, pulling him up to standing height again. “Let’s do this on one condition.”

“Anything.”

I smile. “We burn that manual.”

He responds by pulling me in for a kiss so passionate that the entire world around us fades away, and it’s just the two of us.

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Killian

One week later

“I love you, Clodagh Kelly, my little thief. My littleheartthief.”

I press my thumb against her clit, with just enough pressure to make her moan, as my other hand caresses her hip.

Her emerald eyes become a little glassy. “Ahhhh. Sir,” she says with a breathy laugh. “I’m… I think I’m close.”

Her breathing quickens, and her movements become more erratic as she rides my cock. She clenches around me, the climax shattering through her.

“It’s mine,” I say in a low voice, feeling insanely territorial. Her orgasm will always be mine. “No other guy was meant to have it.”

I groan as I come too, hard and fast. I hold her hips tight, ensuring she gets every last drop of me.

She sputters out a laugh before collapsing onto me, her legs still straddling my body. This is the first time she’s come while we were having sex. If I were to die now, I’d die a happy man.

I grin up at her as her hands glide over my chest.

“Thank you, Mr. Quinn,” she purrs.

“If you really want to thank me, move back in with me,” I blurt out.

Shit.

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