Page 71 of Bad Blood


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“For breakfast?” Paddy seems doubtful now.

“He can hire a cook,” I huff, but Paddy shakes his head.

“That’s a lot of services to be hiring. The lad’s not made of money.”

“He’s not coming back to live with us, Paddy!” I warn him as he opens his mouth to argue with me.

“But his mammy’s only leaving because she didn’t like having to keep the kiddies with her. She only had them there because of us. Because of the Italians.”

Holy crap. It’s guilt. Paddy is going to insist on saddling us with a roommate because he feels guilty. Not on my watch, mister!

“What’re ye doing?” he asks, his delicious brogue entering his voice as his pupils dilate while he watches me unbutton my top.

“I’m feeling a bit warm,” I murmur, sliding my shirt off my shoulders and dropping it onto the floor.

Iaccidentallyspill a drop onto my jeans reaching for my red wine.

“Oops! How clumsy!” I spring up, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them off.

Paddy’s heated eyes follow them the whole way down, drinking in the sight of my bare legs, trailing their way up over my lacy panties and matching bra. I can feel it like he’s touching me.

His eyes lock on mine, and heat pools between my thighs at the hungry look in his eye.

“I know what ye’re doing, lass.”

Yeah, and I think it’s working. I shrug, trying to look cool and unaffected as I strut over to the sink, shaking my ass as I go.

“I’m only soaking my jeans so the red wine doesn’t stain,” I say innocently, filling the sink up and dropping them in.

“Come here, lass.”

I shiver at the command in his tone, turning and sauntering over to him. Paddy has pushed away from the table, unzipping his jeans as he reaches out for me with his other hand.

“I want ye naked.”

I want that too. I quickly strip off my bra, stepping out of my panties and coming to a halt in front of him, naked as the day I was born, while he is fully clothed, with just his jeans open.

Reaching for me, Paddy picks me up by the waist and drops me on his dick, groaning as I gasp and grip his shoulders tightly. I roll my hips, enjoying the undone look on his gorgeous face as he growls with pleasure.

“We wouldn’t be able to do this if Connor lived here,” I breathe. His eyes snap to mine. He’s thinking. I can see it in his eyes.

Paddy cups my jaw, brushing his thumb along my lower lip. I stare deep into his eyes as I bite down gently on the pad of his thumb. I know he likes that.

“Feck. Ye’re so sexy,mo chroí,” he groans, tugging his thumb out of my teeth and crushing his lips against mine, devouring my mouth as he manipulates my hips to roll against him.

“And if Connor lived here,” I breathe against his lips, “I’d have to wear clothes.All. The. Time.”

The sound he makes is somewhere between a groan and a growl, his eyes flying open to lock with mine. I roll my hips again.

“I want you to be able to fuck me whenever the feeling strikes.” I pout, and his eyes widen in surprise as he comes with a grunt.

“Ye win,mo chroí,” he breathes as he wraps his arms around me, anchoring me against his chest and nuzzling his face into my hair. “We won’t ask Connor to come live with us.”

Good. But, I mean, I don’t want him actually tostarve. I have an idea.

I lift my head, locking my eyes with Paddy’s. “I might have a solution to his dilemma.”

He strokes his fingertips along my cheekbone. “What’s that then, lass?”

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