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“I’ll need to consider this more. I’ll get back to you?—”
The barest bit of my patience left snapped. “Don’t be an idiot, Sean.”
He gaped at me in outrage, but I continued. “You’re not going to run away so you have privacy to figure out your next move. There is no move you can make, no way for you to nickel and dime me to get Greyson. He’s mine.”
Sean snarled, tapping his fingers on the table before he pointed them at me. I had the urge to snap them off one by one. “What about the other one? Dominic.”
“He’s mine too.”
That threw him off. Sean paused, looking between Grey and me like he could read our minds. “Excuse me?”
“Is your hearing going bad, O’Bannon? They have doctors for that.” He snarled, and I rolled my eyes. “Those men are mine. Mine. They aren’t options for you. You can have Cameron as a son-in-law or no one.”
Greyson sighed when Sean opened his mouth again. “Take the deal, O’Bannon. You won’t get a better one.”
Or a second chance. If he walked, I’d find a way to deal with Cash without him, and the second the Aces were gone, I’d turn my focus on removing the Irish from my city as well.
We were all silent as he decided just how far he was willing to push me. Considering how on edge I already was, it would’ve been a relief to put him in his place. I was itching to mete out some punishment.
In the end, he bowed his head, though it didn’t take a genius to tell he was spitting mad. The clenched fists and near-purple ears were glaring signs. “Two hundred thousand and you have a deal.”
I smiled, but it was all teeth and sharpness. “Done. Have your lawyer send over the contract. Otherwise, we’ll see you tomorrow.”
Grey stood back to let me pass, covering my body with his, but I wasn’t worried. Sean wouldn’t shoot me. If he was taking me out, he’d do it with an audience.
His glare followed us out the door, but it didn’t faze me. He got what he wanted, and Greyson was free. Now, I just had to keep my eye on Sean because something told me the Irishman wouldn’t take my slight lying down, and when he tried to make me pay, it would be very messy.
* * *
Greyson was quiet on the way downstairs and all the way into the SUV. Only after I told Geneva where to go did he speak up. “Put up the partition and turn on the music, G. We’re going to get loud.”
She did it instantly, smirking at me before shifting her eyes back to the road. The moment we were fully hidden away, Grey pulled me onto his lap. I didn’t fight it because why would I? I was curious to see what he had planned.
“Anything I should know?”
“Not yet.”
Carefully gathering my hair to one shoulder, he unzipped the emerald sheath dress that clung to my body. Tracing his fingers over the dimples above my ass, he slid his hands under the fabric and peeled it away to expose the dark-green bra I wore and every inch of skin from head to hip.
He ran a finger under the satin strap, barely touching me before ghosting over the lace cups. “I like this color on you.”
If he liked that, he was going to die when he saw the thong. He kneaded his fingers into the crease of my hip, working out the slight ache that sitting too long lately had given me, and I groaned. “You called me yours.”
What? Distracted by the massage, I furrowed my brows. “You are mine.”
Didn’t he understand that? Did I need to tell him more? I’d never been someone’s partner, and I was pretty sure I’d already fucked up.
“I know. I just liked hearing it. More than I expected.” He lifted his hips, and oh. Yeah, I could get behind that.
We’d shared a bed every night since we’d first slept together, but it was hard to contain myself when all I’d done for years was keep my distance. It felt like every touch was making up for lost time, and I was insatiable. Luckily, so was Greyson.
I twisted so I could kiss him once, twice, three times. “Am I going to get all of that or just the massage?”
Flashing that boyish grin that hit me right in the chest, he pulled the dress off the rest of the way and guided me so I was facing the reflective glass.
There I was, nearly naked on his lap, while Greyson was still fully dressed. The contrast of our bodies did something to me. Seeing myself on display, ready and available for him, while he hadn’t even unbuttoned his shirt.
Fuck. I was wet and aching.
