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“In all honesty, cleaning up the evidence we have on the Sparrows so it doesn’t reflect badly on either of us has taken precedence over Five Points’ business. I thought that was what you were working on too.”
She tweaked my chin. “It takes a woman—I multitasked. Helps that I know of the shit Bear sent us through and through. I knew what to remove and where to go for it in my half. In between, I did some scouring.”
“For?”
“The Saturns.”
“Your research brought you to a middle-of-the-road soccer team?” I sputtered. “One where the proudest thing the owner had to say about his team was that the stadium has the same groundskeeper as the Yankees…”
She snickered. “That was a particular low point, for sure.
"So, I admit that I let my imagination run away with me. But you also said that your ma made you think about match-fixing and I reasoned that you’re searching for ways to legitimize the O’Donnelly fortune.” She looked at me from the corner of her devious eye. “You should speak with Anton about your plans too. Davidson told me he was practically a shoo-in for the Oval Office because of him.”
My brow furrowed. “It probably helped that his father was a senator.”
She shrugged. “The United Brotherhood has their fingers in many pies. Maybe it’s not enough to be a legacy politician in the upcoming years. The Sparrows have changed the political landscape. Trust in the household names is at an all-time low—”
“That was mostly facilitated by you and spreading the news of their foot fetishes to the masses.”
“They should practice what they preach. Still blows my mind that some states teach ‘abstinence only’ as sex-ed.” Her grin was unapologetic. “Anyway, MLS is easier pickings in my opinion. Not as popular as the other sports in the US, but still impressive enough that if the O’Donnellys tied themselves to a winning brand and brought home the CONCACAF Champions League title, the association would be priceless.”
Intrigued by her thought process, I asked, “So why the Saturns? That guy is an asswipe.”
She patted my chest. “Maloney’s got money problems. I’ll show you the file I made on him yesterday. He’s ripe for the plucking. Plus, I’ve got something to blackmail him with if you’re interested.”
For a couple moments, all I could do was study her. Entranced, I slipped my hand around her nape and tipped her chin so that I was in a better position to press my lips to hers. Her pleased hum made my lips tingle, and once I savored her, I pulled back to ask, “Blackmail and business is your idea of a date night?”
She smiled and I had to taste it. I kissed her again, hunger and need starting to entwine with the appreciation I felt for her uniqueness.
Slipping my tongue between her lips, I dove into her, sliding my hands through her hair to keep her there, right there, where I could better hold her.
When she moaned, I nipped at her bottom lip, pulling back before things got too out of hand.
She surprised me by cupping my wrist, sliding her fingers around it, and adjusting my hold on her so that she could angle it where and how she wanted.
When she rested it against her lower abdomen, I groaned and let my fingers trickle downwards, moving slowly in case her intent changed.
It didn’t.
I rubbed the tips along the inseam of her pants, grunting when her head angled back onto my shoulder and she tore her mouth from mine to swallow down air.
“Touch me, Conor. Please.”
“Will Maloney return—”
“No. I arranged for him to go. He was supposed to stay until half-time though. The Saturns did us a favor and had him leaving earlier with how badly they’re doing.”
Arching a brow at her, I asked, “You prepared for this?”
Her hold on my wrist tightened and she rocked her hips against my fingers. “Yes.”
I gave her the pressure she needed, just as I trailed my tongue along the line of her throat.
As she quivered, I rasped, “Tell me what you want, Star.”
“Y-You,” she breathed, releasing a keening sound that shot straight to my dick.
“Here? In public?”
