Page 65 of Taken By the Mobster

“Excuse me, Ms. O’Reilly?” Grady said. “Your father would like to speak to you.”

Caitlin glanced at Grady and made a face, but before she could say anything, Olivia was on her feet and thanking Grady for his help. She made her way across the restaurant to the booth where her father and Declan waited. Olivia sat down beside Declan.

“Daddy,” Olivia murmured. “You wanted to speak to me?”

Sean O’Reilly nodded. “Before we go any further, I want to apologize to you.”

Her father never apologized, ever. Olivia stared at him. “You want to apologize? For what?”

O’Reilly scrubbed a hand over his face. “It was stupid of me to expect you to marry someone you didn’t know in order to unite our families. It was an old-fashioned, archaic idea that I should have rejected from the beginning. I was so desperate to avoid a war between the families. So, I forced my daughter into a marriage she didn’t want to save face. I should have told Donovan Muldoon I wasn’t interested as soon as he broached the subject. I’m sorry I let it go as far as it did.” He reached across the table and grasped her hands. “I’m sorry you got hurt. If I had known—.”

“It’s okay,” Olivia whispered.

O’Reilly shook his head. “No, it’s not. If I could kill Clyde Braniff again, I would. Luckily, Declan took care of that for me. I am extremely grateful to him.” He cleared his throat. “I understand the two of you have a … special relationship? Is that right?”

Olivia nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Declan’s a good man, Liv. I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.” Her father squeezed her hands. “Whatever you decide to do, I will support you. Your life is your own, Liv, and I will respect your decisions.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Olivia said. “I appreciate that.”

“Yes, thank you, Mr. O’Reilly,” Declan added. “I promise to take good care of her.”

“I know you will.” O’Reilly smiled at her and Declan, then he rose to his feet. “What do you say we get out of here so they can close this place up?”

After seeing her family for the first time in three years, Olivia was emotionally exhausted. She fell into bed as soon as they stepped into the bedroom. Her face hit the pillow, and she was asleep.

Olivia woke up several hours later to an empty bed. She crawled out, grabbed Declan’s shirt from the chair where he’d thrown it, put it on, and buttoned it to the top of the swell of her breasts. She went into the bathroom where she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and ran a comb through her long hair. When she came out of the bathroom, Declan was on the bed, sitting against the headboard with his arms crossed, watching TV.

“Hi,” Olivia said.

“Hey,” he said. “Why don’t you come sit with me?” He patted the bed.

Declan watched Olivia as she crossed the room, climbed onto the bed, and crawled toward him. He caught his lower lip between his teeth, and a pink flush colored his cheeks. His eyes were wide, the green nearly swallowed by his lust-blown black pupils. As Olivia crawled toward him, his tongue snaked out of his mouth and licked his full, kissable lips.

A growl rumbled from his chest. “That’s my shirt.”

Olivia stopped and sat back on her heels. “Yeah, it is.”

Declan launched himself down the bed, tackling Olivia and pulling her under him. He slid his hands beneath the T-shirt, his calloused fingers rough against her sensitive skin. His kiss was hard and possessive, and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. He cupped her breast, pinching and twisting the nipple until Olivia arched her back and moaned.

Heat pooled into the pit of her stomach as Declan kissed and caressed her. He ran his hand down her stomach and between her legs. He eased his fingers into her, crooking it to brush against her sweet spot, sending a shot of pure pleasure through her.

“Jesus, Declan,” she gasped.

He grunted and fucked her with his fingers, the heel of his hand rubbing deliciously against her clit, making every inch of her body tremble. Declan kissed every inch of her neck, adding to the intense sensations overwhelming her.

Entranced by the way they moved, the sounds they made, and the pleasure they felt, the rest of the world melted away. The room smelled of both soap and sweat, and the couple’s noises mixed with the sound of the TV’s laughter.

Olivia wanted him just as much, if not more, than she usually did. She wanted his hands on her, his mouth on hers, inside her, filling her, taking her, and making her his. She craved the intimate connection achieved through the merging of their bodies, a connection she only seemed to have with Declan. Time and space became irrelevant to her. The only thing her body could focus on was the climax exploding through her.

Declan released her long enough to pull her underwear off. Leaning over her, he kissed her inner thigh and pushed up her shirt beneath her breasts. He stretched out on the bed, his head between her legs, his mouth on her pussy, his tongue lapping at the wetness pooling between her legs. He sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it, sending a shot of intense pleasure blasting through her.

Olivia relaxed against the bed and let Declan take over. He shifted, his upper body sliding up the bed as he pulled himself closer so he could bury his tongue inside her. Olivia’s hips rocked as she rode his tongue, her body writhing in ecstasy, faint gasps of pleasure leaving her. She was so close, though it didn’t surprise her. Declan seemed to have that effect on her, easily bringing her to orgasm every time they were together.

Olivia’s entire body shook from the orgasm raging through her, every nerve ending on fire, explosions of white light going off behind her closed eyes. She squeezed her thighs together and tangled her fingers in Declan’s hair, holding him against her.

Declan was insatiable. His grip tightened on her even as she came, quiet grunts coming from him as he continued licking and sucking, keeping her on edge and pulling multiple orgasms from her.

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