Page 51 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

"Because you take care of me."

"Right. Will you disobey me again?"

"No, Declan. I promise. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Be my good girl, and you’ll get everything you ask for, my love. Everything you want or need is yours—all you have to do is ask for it.” I promise her. And I mean every word. Anything in this world is hers. I’ll give her anything she asks for, except letting her go. I lean down to press a kiss to her ass."Ten, count them out."

Bringing my hand down, I don't pull my strength. The crack is too fucking loud. Damn it. That wasn't my intention. I open my mouth to apologize but fucking hell, the flood of her juice fills the air around me at the same time she lets out a little moan.

I close my eyes, searching for control of the animal she lets loose with her hidden needs. This woman. There are so many things to discover about what makes her wet and gives her pleasure, and I can't wait to discover every one of them.

"One." She moans.

"Good girl," I murmur low.

She glows.

Another smack.

"Two." Is a gasp.

By the time I get to ten, her juice is running down her inner thighs down to her knees.

"If this weren't a punishment, I would be fucking you. But it is. Since you're the one being punished, not me—on your knees, bad girl. You're going to take my cock into that pretty little mouth of yours and swallow my come."

She's on her knees before I can blink, her hands on my belt to free my cock.

Fuck yes.

Her small hands grip me tight. I fight not to come from the way she licks her lips. Her tongue peeks out, a hesitant lick of where my cock is dripping pre-come. It hits me—she never did this for her ex.

She becomes hungry, going from gentle strokes of her soft velvet tongue over my cock to greedy lapping down to the base of my cock before going back to the head. Opening her mouth wide, she’s only able to take the first three inches into her hot, wet mouth.

"That's it, baby. Don't try to take more. Those few inches are just fine. Now stroke me, there, just like that."

This woman is trying to kill me dead. She moans around my cock, and my whole body shakes at what it does to me. This might be her first time doing this, but it's the first time I couldn't last more than three minutes with a woman's mouth on me.

"Suck harder, baby. I'm coming. Breathe out through your nose." I warn her.

She can't take it all, but damn does she try. Watching some of my come slide down her mouth and the way she catches it with her tongue has my cock jumping when I should be as limp as a wet paper bag.

I should warn her—I'm never letting her go. She's so deep inside me that she's a part of my bones, and I'll never be free from her. Why should she be free when I won't?

CHAPTER 16

Eight days later

Miranda

“I found them.” I’m triumphant that my hard work has finally paid off.

We’re both in Declan’s office. He’s also worked in his office at times since we made love. It’s been rare he even needed to leave the room, so I didn’t hear what was going on.

“Them?” Declan’s head comes up.

“Them, it’s Shannon Tanner and Ian Cormac. It seems like Shannon Tanner is the primary, but Ian has to know what he is doing. Several of the entries are signed off as Ian but are in Shannon’s writing. The handwriting is close, except both eights and fives are no one’s but Shannon’s. There are also several entries made in Ian’s hand that are exactly the tally Shannon had entered previously, which couldn’t possibly be correct based on the days. The ledger before this started showed a very cyclical routine.”

Declan is up and at my side, looking down at the ledger. “Shannon is involved in both pubs, so he has to be skimming from both, but Ian is only at The Black Swan. How much do you believe they’ve managed to skim away?”

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