Page 85 of The Irish Arrangement

I giggled, reaching around his waist to unbutton his pants as he carried me into our room and shut the door.

“Sort of.”

He grunted a laugh, setting me down on my feet. I resumed taking off his pants, eager to have my way with him. “What’s the hurry?”

“I don’t know when I’ll get another chance to do this with you,” I teased back.

With his pants gone, I dropped to kiss up along his shaft.

“Oh, it’s my fault?” He sighed and rocked up to my face. “You’re the one doing too much.”

I rolled my eyes, sucking him in.

“If you’re not busy at the stables, you’re busy with Donal.”

I hummed, laving his veiny length.

“And if you’re not handling the household, you’re catching up with your mother.”

His hands cupped my face, and I gazed up at him with his cock stuffed in my mouth. “I’ve been meaning to have a talk with you about overworking yourself, wife of mine.”

“Well,” I said after he pulled out of my mouth and picked me up to set me on the bed, “I like to stay busy.”

He pulled my clothes off, kissing my flesh as he exposed it. “I’ll keep you busy here.”

I grinned. “You have to remind me when I overdo it,” I said. “I get too worked up on controlling every little thing and get ahead of myself.”

“I know,” he agreed, lying with me. “And I will do better.” He sighed against my skin as he trailed hot, wet kisses down the sides of my breasts.

“This week has been a long one,” he added.

“Aren’t they all long?”

He teased my nipple, staring up at me. “I had to deal with your father.”

I tensed. “Way to kill a mood there, Declan.”

He grinned, slipping his fingers in me and getting me right back on track with my arousal.

“Do I want to know?” I asked, not too far gone with him to maintain a conversation.

“Keira tried to have him killed.”

No way.

“She put a hit on him?”

“Yes. It seems that he wanted to pull the same stunt he pulled with you. He arranged Saoirse in a marriage with someone Keira hated, all so he could get some easy money.”

I shook my head, smiling.

Over the winter, they’d lost it all. The mansion went up on the market and failed to sell. Jewelry, clothes, designer crap, and cars. They pawned it all to pay Declan back, and the last I heard from Ian, they were nowhere close to being able to clear that debt.

“He planned to have Saoirse be Smith’s bride.”

I laughed, amused when he chuckled too.

“He’s, like, ninety years old!”

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