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“I spoke to Cat. She’s staying at the manor house where she works. Her boss isn’t as big of a jerk as she thought. He offered her somewhere to stay rent-free.”
“So generous of him,” I mused.
She studied me, her keen eyes taking in my tone. “Do you think she’s safe?”
“I think her employer will keep her very safe.”
“He’s like eighty years old. I don’t think she’d go for a Playboy bunny-type role.”
I laughed. “She told you he was eighty?”
Her forehead wrinkled up adorably as she thought about it.
“I-I don’t know. She said he was older, but I don’t know if she ever said eighty.”
“He is two years older than me.”
“Oh!” Then she grinned. “He’s ancient then.” She giggled.
I grabbed her and tilted her over my lap with my good arm. The twisting action caused me to hiss at the pain in my shoulder.
“Over!” I barked as she shrieked.
I pinned her with my arm and gritted my teeth as I used my injured arm to pull down her leggings. Her blue lacy thong came into view along with that perfectly peachy arse.
Fuck, I didn’t think this through because I couldn’t spank her with my bad arm. The minute I raised my restraining arm, she tried to scramble up, but I brought it down on her cheek with a smack.
“Ow!” she collapsed back over me, giggling.
“You know I’ve killed men for less cheek than that.” I peppered her backside with smacks that she giggled through. Eventually, she squirmed, and I slid my hand beneath her thong, greeted with her glistening wetness.
She moaned as I stroked through her folds, finding her clit and circling it.
“Sean!” She gasped.
I loved hearing my name on her lips as I pressed my thumb inside her and my fingers worked her clit. It was a weird angle, but I wasn’t about to stop. She bucked against me, and I picked up the pace.
“That’s it, dirty girl, come over my hand.”
My cock throbbed, trapped beneath her. The memory of being inside her almost had me coming as she did on my fingers. Her pussy contracted around my thumb as she shuddered.
I removed my fingers and sucked her essence off them. She tasted delicious, and I contemplated clearing my desk and feasting on her when a knock at the door had me pulling up her leggings as she scrambled upright. Her face was red, and her hair was messy as I pulled her back onto my lap.
“Come in.”
Cian appeared in the doorway, smirking, and my lust promptly died.
“Sorry to interrupt.” His eyes lingered on Amy as she smoothed her hair down and gazed at the desk.
“What is it?” I clipped.
“The shipment had a problem.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
Cian wasn’t involved with the shipments. He handled gambling ever since everything with Uncle Declan went down.
He shrugged. “Thomas told me to tell you.”
