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“What kind of ropes am I about to learn?” I ask warily. Connor snorts.
“Seamus was just being intimidating. It’s what he does best. He has Paddy’s best interests at heart and wanted to know that you did too.”
“What do you think?” I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him. Connor grins, raising his hands in a ‘surrender’ position.
“I think Paddy’s handy with his fists, and I don’t want to be on the receiving end of them. You’re all right in my book, lass. I’ll watch out for you.”
He picks up his empty coffee mug, wrinkling his nose. He does his best impression of puppy dog eyes, holding it out to me.
“You’ll be even more all right in my book if you keep me caffeinated.”
Rolling my eyes, I snatch his mug off him, moving across to the coffee machine and setting it going. Anything to keep the mobsters onside, I guess.
Chapter Nineteen
LAUREN
Connor disappears so quickly out of the door that I almost panic he has heard something. Out here in West Roxbury, we’re kind of more exposed. Sure, it’s a nicer neighborhood, and Connor is always with me, but at least in Back Bay, they would have had to get into the building before getting to the apartment. Plus, we weren’t accessible from all sides.
Paddy strides into the room, and I relax. I guess it’s not an emergency. I think Connor doesn’t want to be in the room with us. I don’t know why. We don’t really talk about personal stuff unless we’re tucked in bed – cuddling.
“What are ye reading, lass?” he asks, Irish coloring his tone. I place the book on the end table beside me, next to my coffee mug.
“A history of jet propulsion air travel.”
Paddy’s eyebrows shoot up, leaving him looking nonplussed. “Why?”
“Because there’s not much else for me to do here.”
Surprise flickers across his face, quickly followed by an apologetic look as he scratches the back of his head.
“My mammy always seemed to have plenty to do. I didn’t realize that ye were bored. I’m sorry, lass.”
I shake my head at him. Really, he can be so clueless sometimes. “I bet she was allowed to leave the house to go to the store.”
I would kill for a trip to the grocery store. It used to be one of my least favorite chores, but I’d love to walk those aisles right now.
Paddy nods, seemingly lost in thought. His eyes flash as he stalks over to where I’m seated on the sofa, my legs curled up beneath me. Dropping to his knees in front of me, he tugs my legs apart, sticking his head up my skirt and lashing my clit with his tongue without even a word of warning.
Not that I’m complaining. My head tips back, resting against the back of the sofa as I moan. I’m so close to coming when suddenly his lips disappear. No! I wasn’t ready for that to stop. I want to come.
Paddy’s head reappears from under my skirt as he slides onto the sofa next to me, reaching over and lifting me by the hips, dropping me onto his dick.
“Oh,fuck, Paddy,” I moan, shattering around him as I grind down.
“I love it when ye come on my mouth,mo chroí,” he murmurs against my neck. “But I love it more when ye come on my dick.”
This gorgeous man of mine has such a way with words.
“Ride me now,mo chroí. Fuck yerself on my dick.”
Okay. He might not ever get hired as a greeting card writer, but Paddy’s words are like an electric jolt to my clit. I do exactly what he says, rising onto my knees and fucking myself on him while he rolls his hips, his fingers digging into the flesh at my waist.
Eventually, he takes over, grabbing my hips hard and slamming me down again and again while he thrusts up into me. I bury my face in his hair as I come again, Paddy groaning and holding deep inside me as he follows my release.
Hugging me to his chest, he doesn’t bother to lift me off him, pressing kisses along my hairline.
“I might be home late tonight,mo chroí,” he sighs. “I have a fight.”
