Page 54 of Deceived Wrath

“Be quick.” I force my attention back to my screen.

But I can’t focus on any of the numbers in front of me, not when my cock is straining against my zipper.

I stupidly sneak a glance out of the corner of my eye and almost spill in my pants at the sight of Fiona’s shapely ass as she files some papers in the bottom drawer of the cabinet.

She must know what she’s doing to me. Why else would she be bending over in such a tight skirt?

Is this payback for all the ridiculous commands I gave her last week? If so, that’s completely unreasonable. I never once gave her a task outside of her job description. If she has an issue, she can bring it up with me directly rather than torturing me like this.

Or maybe this is all in my head.

It’s the stress. I’ve been wound so tight lately that my body is simply screaming at me for release. That’s all. If it wasn’t Fiona, it would be someone else.

But I don’t want someone else.

“Is there anything else you need, Mr. Sullivan?” Fiona offers me another smile.

You.

On your knees.

Right.

Fucking.

Now.

“You can go,” I grit out.

I keep my eyes down as she leaves, though the temptation to watch her walk away is almost too much to bear.

The second the door clicks shut, I reach beneath the desk and squeeze my length over my pants, groaning as my cock starts to leak.

I desperately need to distract myself before I end up storming into Fiona’s office and bending her over the desk.

Grinding my teeth, I quickly open up my email and click through some files on Lorcan that have been sent through from Aiden Clark, Kieran’s PI. But as usual, it’s all pretty much useless.

Brennan and I managed to check out a few of the people on our growing list of names that might be associated with Lorcan over the weekend, but every one of them led to nowhere.

The lack of intel on Lorcan is starting to mess with my head.

Either my uncle has turned into a fucking magician and disappeared into thin air, or I’m too blind to notice the clues he’s left behind.

I shoot my brother a quick message, hoping he might have found something useful.

ME: Any leads?

BRENNAN: Just checked another three sources on the list. Still nothing.

ME: Keep trying. There has to be something.

BRENNAN: On it!

BRENNAN: Have a good day at the office, sweetie xoxo

I shut off my phone and open up the list of names. Many of them are dead ends, but I’m tempted to try again, just in case.

There’s no way not a single one of them knows where Lorcan is.