Page 58 of Ciaran

She grimaces. “Not exactly.”

“We’re shooting a couple scenes over in Brooklyn right after Christmas,” Nate says, oblivious to our private conversation. “So I thought I’d come and crash for a few days. My flight was delayed, otherwise I’d have gotten here at a more reasonable hour.”

“And you didn’t think to tell us you were coming?” Declan asks, shaking his head with the kind of frustration that isn’t unusual when it comes to Nate. He’s a law unto himself.

Nate throws his arms out wide. “Surprise.”

Callum laughs. “You’re a dick.”

Nate nods. “And proud.”

“Okay.” I get to my feet. If I don’t get rid of this group, they’ll set up camp. “Everyone, out of my girlfriend’s bedroom. Now.”

Nate clears his throat. “My bedroom.” His eyes widen. “Wait. Did you say girlfriend?”

I ignore his latter comment. “It can’t be your bedroom when you only sleep in the damn thing five days a year.”

Nate scowls. “Then, where the hell am I expected to sleep?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Declan says. “Now, can we please discuss this in the living room?” He ushers them all out, leaving Mia and me alone.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” I say. “We didn’t think he was coming for Christmas. I’m going to kick his ass.”

She chuckles. “I must admit, it was a bit of a shock to wake up to find a naked man in my room—one that wasn’t you. I don’t mind waking up to find you standing over me in the nude.”

I cock an eyebrow, my fingers going to my shirt buttons. “Is that so?”

Her gaze drops to my chest as I work my way down. I part the shirt, and she swallows. “Don’t you need to sort things out with your brother?”

I shrug it off, remove my shoes, and slip out of my pants and underwear, kicking them to one side. “Nope. Declan will handle him.”

I cage her with my body and tug down the covers to stare at her breasts. God, they’re delicious. I bend my head, sweeping my tongue over her nipple, then suck it into my mouth.

Millie presses her hands to my chest, pushing me away. “They’ll hear us,” she whispers.

“No, they won’t. The walls are soundproofed. Besides, I can’t keep my hands off you.”

Another kiss, this time on her mouth, and she moans, the hands that attempted to hold me at bay now wrapping around my neck, pulling me close as she arches into me.

“Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” She lets out this delicious giggle that turns my ‘gun’ into a damn rifle. Over the last few weeks, she’s come out of her shell more and more. Behind the mask is a dirty girl, and I love it.

“It might not be an actual gun, but it can’t wait to shoot its load inside you.”

Her giggles increase. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

I bury my face between her magnificent tits. “One day, I’m going to fuck these.”

I’m not prepared for her next comment.

“How about now?”

I lift my head as excitement rushes through me, pumping more blood to my groin. My cock is hard as a bat. “Seriously?”

She nods.

“Oh, God,” I groan. “What a gift to come home to.”

Sitting back on my heels, I fling the covers to one side and sweep my gaze over her naked body. She’s gained some much-needed weight and now has a flare to her hips, and a curve to her thighs. She really is my perfect woman—not just the girl I’d built up in my dreams, but a real person who’s so criminally beautiful, there should be an arrest warrant out for her.

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