Page 55 of Dublin Devil

With her swinging her hips and her dress swaying around those silky thighs, how could I not? And why the fuck didn’t I think of picking her up a few dresses? Because this is a fuck ton better than seeing her in my old t-shirt and sweats.

Not that I don’t love seeing her in my clothes—I do.

But this is better.

“Lock the door and get your pretty little ass over here. I’ll show you how much I missed you.”

She obeys without question, and it does my heart good to see her beaming smile as she hurries to get to me. When was the last time someone was genuinely excited to spend time with me?

The MC cut bunnies are a good workout when I’m stressed or want to forget my troubles for a night or two, but I never go back for more than that.

I would hate to give any of them the wrong idea.

And there are nights I take the emotions out of things altogether and go to one of our gentlemen’s clubs. Bride Nolan’s girls respect our involvement in keeping their interests safe and are always happy to give a Quinn brother a little thank you perk.

But the way Piper’s smile warms when she sees me is both endearing and terrifying. In my head, I’m pumping the breaks big time with this girl. In my heart, I’ve committed the greatest sin of all—hoping it can last.

Not that I’d admit that to anyone. Ever.

The click of the lock is like a Pavlovian trigger, and I lift my plate to hand it to her. “Let’s clear the playing field, shall we?”

Her smile dims. “The deal was that if I got my pills, you would eat.”

I flash her a lascivious grin. “Och, I intend to feast. Now, set this aside. There’s a new bounty on the menu.”

In truth, I’m still starving, but whatever. A man’s got to have priorities. Orgasms first. Nutrition second.

“Take one of your pills and then come tend to the wounded, baby.”

She makes a show of pouring one of the white tablets into her hand and washing it down with a swig of orange juice. “If I were tending to the wounded properly, I wouldn’t be humoring your libido.”

“Humoring my libido. Is that all this is to you? I’m crushed.”

She rolls her eyes and climbs onto the bed. “I’m sure you are.”

I pat the mattress beside my hips. “Come here. Let me get under that dress.”

“Are you sure I won’t hurt you?”

I toss the covers down my legs and give her the full show. “No more than I enjoy, I promise.”

She crawls up the bed on her hands and knees, her gaze locked on my cock. Her tits sway as she comes to me and I’m practically done in. Then, she pauses and bites her bottom lip. “May I try something, Mr. Quinn?”

“Is it on your sex list?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Then yeah. Go for it.”

She leans forward, gripping my shaft and drawing her tongue over the bead of precum escaping my cock.

I press my palms into the mattress and try to remember how to breathe. “How do I taste?”

She takes another lick and the pressure in my balls triples. “Like salty sin.”

Her head drops again and her lips part over my crown as the sweet heat of her mouth sucks me in. My vision bursts into fractals of light and I close my eyes.

“Am I doing this right?”

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