Page 92 of Dublin Devil

“Then we don’t get dressed.”

I roll my eyes. “And how does that help us get to the house? By the time we get to the back door, my nipples will be hard enough to poke someone’s eyes out and your cock will have retreated so far up inside you, it may never come out to play again.”

“A vivid picture, but I wasn’t suggesting that we go full monty and streak our way across the estate. I was suggesting we slide our shoes on and keep ourselves wrapped in blankets.”

“That sounds cozy.”

“That’s my girl, always up for a little adventure.”

I am…and finally, someone sees me.

The two of us pop up, get ourselves bundled, and then slip our feet into our shoes. The awkward run back to the house is filled with laughter and I hope with everything in me, that no one is watching us because we must look like drunken lunatics.

Still, five minutes later, we’ve made it to Sean’s room without running into anyone. We drop our microfiber warmth and exchange it for the warmth of each other.

“Shower,” Sean says around my kiss. “We can continue this and get ready for our day.”

“Mmm, my man the multitasker.”

Sean sweeps down and throws me over his shoulder, spanking my bare bottom as he strides toward his private bathroom. “Time to clean you up. After how many times I lost myself in you last night, I’m surprised my cum isn’t still running down both of your thighs.”

Sean is relentless.

“I’m surprised you’re not faint from dehydration.”

He laughs and I’m not complaining because I’ve got an up close and personal view of Matunos, the Celtic bear god inked into Sean’s back. I’ve always loved bears and the two flanking the god are incredible.”

High on the dopamine rush of sex with my mafia man, I lost count of how many orgasms we shared. I entered the sexual arena later than I would’ve chosen, but Sean has certainly made up for lost time.

And I love everything about that.

After he has me breathless in the shower and crying out his name in the steamy bathroom, he wraps me in a towel off the heated rack. “Are you all right? You’re not too sore, are you? I didn’t hold back much last night.”

I arch a brow at him. “That was you holding back?”

The grin he flashes me is pure sin. “When I’m healed and I’m sure your ribs can take it, you’ll have your answer to that question, but not a moment sooner.”

“I can’t imagine.”

He wraps me in his arms and kisses the tip of my nose. “I will sex you so good, I will sear your soul and ruin you for any other man but me.”

“Yes, please.”

He chuckles. “But not until we’re both at our best.”

I sigh and stick my bottom lip out in a pout. He catches my lip between his teeth and gives me a little nip. “Now, be a good girl and put some clothes on so we can get out of this room. You know I can’t resist you.”

I do know that—and I love it.

I feel the heat of his gaze follow me as I hurry to the walk-in closet and shut the door. Surrounded by a rack of dresses, cashmere sweaters, designer blouses, and more jeans, slacks, and yoga pants than I could possibly wear, I pick an outfit for today.

I still can’t believe he gave me the entire closet. He swore he didn’t need it. Other than his suit hanging against the wall by the door, he insisted his clothes were fine folded in the dresser drawers.

Who am I to argue with logic like that?

And so, for a new life, he bought me a new wardrobe. I told him I could buy my own clothes, but he insisted. It makes him feel good to take care of me.

It makes me feel good too.

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