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Chapter Twenty-Two
Finn
A breathy sighescaped Aoife and it had me jolting at my desk.
I was in my office. Where I spent nearly ninety percent of my goddamn time as I worked to help broker a deal among the Russians, the Mexicans, and us.
The Mexicans didn’t trust the Russians, and the Russians would only move if we guaranteed the Mexican deal. Which left me having to scrape together the remainder of the twenty-five million dollars to cover the Russian’s first shipment of coke from the Mexicans.
I wasn’t concerned that the Mexicans would screw us over. We were friendly with them, and their new leader owed us a favor or ten, but the Russians wanted us to put our money in, and because we needed their men, we had no choice but to comply.
Pulling together that kind of money wasn’t exactly easy, but that was the way of gang wars now. They were fought in boardrooms more than on the streets. The latter kind of fighting was a show of brute force that was no long necessary, even if it did have an efficacy that couldn’t be denied.
I was dog tired, grouchy, and I missed my woman.
Speaking on the phone wasn’t enough, I realized. I wanted to be inside her, wanted to slide so deep into her we wouldn’t know where the other ended. Only then would I feel some semblance of peace.
I’d been using the bedroom attached to this office to sleep in, because there was no way in hell I was using the penthouse when she wasn’t there. Her scent was everywhere, lingering in the air like a ghost. Just the thought had unease slipping through me and I focused on our phone call.
“Aoife, what’s wrong?”
Another breathy sigh.
I tilted my head to the side. “Aoife,” I barked. Was she touching herself?
Goddammit, I’d made a monster.
Wanting to face plant into the desk because I seriously didn’t have the strength to deal with her making those sounds without wanting to bust through my zipper, instead I palmed my dick through my pants, squeezing slightly to reduce the ache.
“The doctor said no.” Goddamn her.
“I need you, Finn,” she whispered, and my heart began to pound. Deep, quaking thuds in my chest that left me shaken.
I grabbed my phone and slipped it off speaker as I pressed it to my ear. Spinning around in my desk seat so I was turned away from the door—no one would come in without knocking first, but I appreciated the idea of privacy—I gave in to temptation, “Aoife, I need you too.”
That little gasp? It about broke me.
Clenching my eyes closed, wishing I could resist her, I bit off, “Are you in bed?”
“Y-Yes,” she whimpered. “I want your cock, Finn. My fingers aren’t good enough.”
My nostrils flared. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“No, but you’re mean.”
I couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped me. “You like me mean, baby.”
Hearing her sulky grumble had my lips curving even wider.
“Don’t you?” I prodded, wanting her to confirm what I already knew to be true.
“Yes,” she mumbled.
“And how would someone who’s mean, punish you for not doing as you’re told?”
“Make me stop touching my clit,” she said on a pant, and I had no choice but to shove my cell between my shoulder and throat to prop it up as I opened my fly and freed my cock. The second I fisted it, I released a deep groan.
Fuck, it’d been too long since she’d touched me. Too fucking long. I needed her small fist around my shaft, and that glove of a cunt sucking me in like it was demanding I return home.
