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His loud intoxicating laugh rings through the phone, “It was a full day. I’ve actually just got home and cleaned up not long ago.”

“Yeah, I just got in too.”

“It’s past seven? What do you mean you just got in?”

“I mean I was fortunate to get off work an hour early and I’m home now.”

“Speaking of your boss, where are you working? And why does she have you working fourteen hours a day? Is she Satan?”

Laughing at his true personality coming out, it’s an honor to not have gruff and stoic Kieran. I feel good that we’ve seemed to have moved past that. “ We weren’t talking about my boss, actually. But since you asked so nicely, I’m a personal assistant at Philips and Grant law firm in the city. My boss isn’t Satan, he’s actually pretty nice. He just works long hours and I like the overtime pay. Because I know you’re about to ask, his name’s Jackson Hall.”

“He, huh? Keeping his pretty, young assistant to himself fourteen hours a day. I don’t like it.” Gone is his playful tone and in its place is his serious tone.

“Kieran Byrne! Are you jealous of my boss right now?”

He almost sounds like he’s pouting, “No. I’m not jealous of some old man.”

Okay, so definitely don’t correct him on my bosses age, got it. Jax is all of twenty-six, and objectively speaking he’s a really attractive man. However when your body only reacts to a certain Byrne brother, all other men are duds by default. “If you say so. I am really excited for our date tomorrow.”

“Me too, is it okay if I pick you up at four?”

“Yeah that works.” Before I lose my nerve because if I’m honest with myself I did miss being around him all week, I take a chance.

“Hey, Kieran?” My voice radiates the nervous energy I feel.

“Yes, Brittany?”

“Can you come over? Maybe stay the night?”

“I’ll be there in five.” The call disconnects before I can respond and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up inside of me. Deciding that I’m going to turn this day and weekend around, I turn on my heels and head into my room to find the perfect outfit before Kieran gets here.

13

Chapter Thirteen

Kieran

Can you come over? Maybe stay the night. Hell, yeah I can. I adjust myself in my seat, half because of my dick, and half because I took a couple shots to the side at my fight last night. I’ve definitely tweaked my ribs, but that’s not stopping me from going to my girl who doesn’t know she’s my girl yet. Shit, if this goes the way I think it is what do I tell her when she sees the bruises on my body? I could use the training excuse, she’d be none the wiser. I could just keep my shirt on. Not really my typical style, but I can make it work.

With my plan cemented in place, I pull into the underground parking lot of her apartment complex. I make my way to her apartment without an issue. Taking a second I inhale a deep breath and shake out my arms, the nervous energy is real. Raising my arm to knock on her door it swings open before Ican. My eyes scan from the top of her head to her toes and back.

I think I’ve forgotten how to speak.

Standing in front of me is the woman who stars in my every fantasy these days. Her strawberry blonde hair is in loose waves down her back, her stunning gray eyes pierce me to my soul. The silk robe that she’s wearing is the identical shade of my eyes. Coincidence? Maybe, but not likely. Reaching my hand out to her I finger the belt of the robe. “You, Mo Stóirín, are the most divine woman that’s ever walked this earth.” She bats those captivating eyes at me. In this moment I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’d place myself in front of any and everything that brings her even an ounce of sadness, fear, worry, or anger. She’s snatched my attention straight out of my brain without permission, and I think she might just never give it back. Honestly, I don’t want it back. She can have it.

She grabs my belt buckle and pulls me into the apartment. I’ll let her think she’s leading the show for right now, but one thing she’ll learn soon enough is I never give up control. I’ll just give her the illusion of it. She pushes the door shut behind me then presses me up against it. Crashing those perfect lush lips to mine while working to unbuckle my belt. My hands grip her delicate hips, roughly pulling her into me.

Taking control of the kiss my tongue explores her mouth before sucking on her bottom lip. She unbuttons my jeans before I grab her hands. Spinning us until she’s the one pressed to the door, I pin her arms above her head and press my lips to her neck. My name, just a whisper on her lips. I continue my assault on her neck as she tries to protest. “Kieran, I wanted to-”

The words die on her lips while my hand drops from her wrists and pushes open the front of her robe. She’s completely naked under it, just as I suspected. I move my mouth to one of her breasts as my fingers tease the other. Her head falls back against the door as she lets out a low moan. Smirking into her skin I pop off her nipple long enough to tell her, “Mine.”

Before she can respond it’s back in my mouth. I’m sucking and biting until it’s peaked and taunt. Then I switch to the other repeating the process. Her hands are in my hair, the sensation of her tugging at the roots is enough to drive me clinically insane. Once I’m done I push her robe off her shoulders and take in my fill of her. Her body was sculpted straight from the heavens. Every inch of her, nothing but perfection. Dropping to my knees in front of her my eyes look up and connect with hers which are full of lust and longing.

Grabbing her thigh I lift it up, resting it over my shoulder, which opens her up completely for me. Her hands once again fly into my hair.

“Kieran.”

“Yeah, Brave Girl. Tell me who’s making you feel good.” I’m running my tongue up her core before making my way around her clit, avoiding giving her what she wants just yet.

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