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“Irish Defence Forces. Private security for cabinet ministers. And you took down the Leinster House terrorist cell,” he spits out my CV with a tone of...appreciation.

I turn my head to the men bleeding on the carpet. “And these two?”

“Expendable.”

Killing Shea’s guard unprovoked won’t bode well with the O’Rourkes. There’s not much I can say to stop Scava from wanting the match with Shea. I’m ready to blurt that she can’t have kids, but he’ll get Kieran on the phone so fast with that news and make the O’Rourkes look like deceitful pricks. My world will blow up even faster. Shea will be furious with me for breaking that confidence and to astrangerno less.

With all the secrets out, she’ll punish me and tell her brothers about the marriage. My ace card with her, the bond I’m keeping firmly in my grasp to hold on to the woman I love, will be wiped off the map in a matter of days.

Scava might still consider her a valued match for the Irish connection and say to hell with an heir. Or subject Shea to all kinds of medical procedures to have one. Fuck no. Either way, he’s not getting his hands on her.

“As you can see, I have some cleanup to do.” Scava moves aside, giving me a clear path back to the elevator.

Keeping my face stern, I give his gun back to him.

Nodding, I strut to the door.

Seconds later, Scava calls out my name. “Quinlan.”

I freeze and turn around. “What?”

“Keep that cunt warm for me.”

“Oh, I will,” I growl and get into the elevator.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Shea

Two weeks after the Vegas trip, and one week after Jillian and Eoghan’s wedding reception. Balor asked me to plan a surprise wedding for him and Ella! I had to throw this one together in a couple of days. Proving once again that I can pull offanything.

I plan weddings for a living, but my brothers are getting hitched at breakneck speeds. All while I’m married and can’t tell anyone.

Except this quickie I’m having with Trace in the venue owner’s office might bring my world crumbling down.

“We have to stop this,” I say while Trace shoves my purple satin gown up to my hips. “It’s Balor’s wedding! We’re junkies. We can’t do this here.”

“We can. Youwilllet me fuck you.” Trace drives into me from behind, the leather straps of his belt hitting the back of my thighs. “Now be quiet and take my cock. You need it, brat.”

I love it when he degrades me. Makes me feel so filthy. No man in his right mind would dare speak to me like that. Not in a way that would get me wet.

Trace goes from cinnamon roll-sweet, making me breakfast on the weekends to five-alarm-fire hot wings pinning me down on my bedroom floor each night.

With him slamming into me, I have to be quiet, but I’m losing control. Trace came back from Vegas more ravenous for me than ever.

“Please come already. We have to stop.” I try to push him away with a half ass-effort because I’m about to see stars.

“You little tease. Do you want to walk home?”

Hot juices drip down my thighs, and I can imagine thedress stains I’m going to walk out of here with. Guilt swamps me. Poor Ella was attacked while we were in Vegas recently and is walking around in pain.

I’m going to pass out from the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known. God, we’re both sick. With death wishes if we get caught.

But this is the most alive I’ve felt in years. Despite being held down on the desk, my pussy being rammed,Iam in control.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Trace

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