Page 69 of Dublin Brute

Who am I to argue?

And to think, my boss told me to meet the needs of the VIP guest. I’m getting paid while getting laid.

Best work shift ever.

Wait.“Is this something you do? Do you come here and get your VIP: Very Impressive Penis on with the server girls?”

He barks a laugh in the washroom. “I love that, but no. I’ve never had sex in a club VIP suite before. This is another first for me, angel. I just called in a favor from your boss.”

“Does Jay know about us?”

Brendan returns from the washroom holding a damp cloth. Looking down at me, he bites his bottom lip and waggles his brow. “He knows you’re a friend and that I expect you to be treated with respect, but he doesn’t know about this.”

He drops to his knees and nips the inside of my upper thigh. “Nobody gets to know about this.”

The cloth is warm as he swipes it up the inside of my thigh and warmer still when he cups it against the opening of my core. The sensation is luscious and makes my nipples harden.

“No, this side of you is only for me.” He kisses his way from my inner thigh to the tingling folds of my pussy. “Now hush and let me get reacquainted.”

I’m about to protest until his tongue sweeps over my nerve endings and pleasure ripples out from my core. “I thought we were keeping our distance.”

He lifts my leg and pulls me to the edge of the seat so his head is between my legs. He glances up at me, and there is something feral and possessive in his gaze. “I always prided myself on being a strong man, but I’m not strong enough to live in this city and not have you naked and at my mercy.”

He drops his head and gets back to business.

I arch my back off the couch and groan as two fingers sink inside me. “I’ve missed you so much.”

He breathes against my folds, nuzzling with his nose, lips, and tongue—all while his fingers are flexing inside me, stroking my G-spot and making me groan. “I can tell. Your pussy is greedy tonight. Very needy.”

“Are you up for helping me with that?”

“Angel, you won’t be able to walk by the time you leave here tonight.”

I love the challenge in his voice and if there’s one thing I know about Brendan Quinn—he’s a man of his word.

Several life-altering orgasms later, the two of us lay along the couch, my head resting on Brendan’s shoulder, my leg hooked over both of his. In a perfect world, we’d be back at the penthouse, naked and tucked in for the night. This isn’t a perfect world. We’re dressed and counting down the minutes before he leaves and I have to go back to work.

Still, his arms are wrapped around me, and I feel at peace for the first time in three weeks. I knew I missed him, but didn’t realize how much until now.

“So, what changed?” I lift my head and prop my chin in my palm. “Why are you here?”

He flashes me a cocky smirk. “What? A man can’t arrange a clandestine booty call for no reason?”

I chuckle but say nothing, waiting for an answer.

He searches my expression and then lets out a heavy sigh. “I wanted to keep you out of our business—and I honestly thought I could—but things got complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

He runs his hand through his hair, and I trace my finger along the tension in his chiseled jaw. “We found out that your father’s personal assistant is sleeping with Niall McGuire.”

I blink at him as that bombshell goes off in my mind. “What? Are you sure?”

“Aye, I’m sure. Tag is concerned—well, all of us are, really—that Niall might have undo influence on the focus of the task force’s investigation and make us out to be the bad guys. Or worse, use the task force to set us up.”

“Set you up how?”

He frowns. “We’re looking into that. We caught a couple of McGuire men skulking around our warehouse a few weeks ago. Now I’m worried Niall had them plant something incriminating and will manipulate the situation to have us raided.”

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