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I nuzzled the soft spot behind her ear. “That’ll be a first for me as well.” I had never gone bare with a woman. It was only right somehow that I experienced that with Una.

We kissed and touched endlessly, getting to know each other. She explored my body eagerly, caressing and discovering. Her touch branded me as hers. Her lips claimed me. Her hesitant fingers on my shaft were almost my undoing.

Her mouth that followed was.

Never had I experienced anything so erotic. The flick of her tongue, the gentle suction of her lips, the way she grew bolder, cupping my balls and letting me guide her.

Until I couldn’t take it anymore and I returned the favor, listening to her gasp of shock turn into a low whimper of pleasure. She was sweet and musky on my tongue, a feast for all my senses.

Then when she was ready, I hovered over her, sliding into the heat and tightness waiting for me. Slowly. Carefully. Allowing her to adjust.

“Are you all right?” I asked quietly when I was fully seated inside her.

“Finn,” she murmured. “Finn, it’s so good. Please. Show me.”

I moved, easing out and back in, listening to her moan. “Yes.”

I slid my hand under her back, pulling her up to my chest, and sliding in deeper. Her eyes widened, and I began to move. She grasped at my neck, gripped my arms. Buried her face in my neck, chanting my name. Begging for more. I groaned as she tightened around me. Fought off my orgasm until I couldn’t hold back and I joined her in the pleasure, cresting high as I held her, rocking into her and feeling complete and at peace for the first time I could recall.

And I knew I would never be able to let her go.

* * *

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. I called out to enter, and Niall walked in. He looked surprised.

“You are in here,” he muttered. “You didn’t answer your cell, and I knocked twice.”

“Sorry,” I replied. “Deep in thought.” I waved to the decanter. “Help yourself.”

He poured a finger of whiskey, sitting down and taking a sip. His brow was furrowed and he looked tired.

“Problem?” I asked.

“I was at the warehouse checking on things.”

“Shipment okay?”

He nodded. “But something is off.”

Niall and his instincts had never let me down, and I trusted him completely.

“With?” I prompted.

“Brian Murphy.”

I wasn’t surprised to hear his name. It kept cropping up and not in a good way.

“How?”

“He’s acting strangely. Almost cocky. On edge.”

“I thought he was twitchy earlier.”

Niall tilted his chin in agreement.

“Anything missing?”

“No. I don’t think he’s stupid enough to steal from you. But I get the feeling something is up.”