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“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” she says, making me smile. I drop my hand to her knee and trail it up her leg. Her legs fall open, her skirt exposing what’s mine.

“You’re soaked.” I kiss her neck as I run my pointer finger over her soaked panties. “Did sucking my cock make you wet?”

“Everything about you makes me wet,” she breathes out.

Someone pounds on my office door, making me freeze.

“Who is it?” I demand.

“It’s me,” Conor says from the other side.

Slowly, I remove my hand from under Greer’s skirt and smooth it back into place.

Making her whimper in disappointment.

“I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.” I kiss her.

“Damn right you will,” she mutters under her breath as she stands. I adjust my cock as I watch her walk into the private bathroom, shutting the door.

“Come in,” I yell.

Conor walks in, shutting the door before walking toward me. I watch him look around the room before he stops, staring at my belt resting on my desk.

“Did you finish your job?” I ask harshly.

“Yes.” He clears his throat. “Everything is on its way to where it’s supposed to go. I’ll have the report to you soon.” He looks down at his feet before looking back at me. “And I would like to apologize. I overstepped earlier. I meant no disrespect.”

“I’ll forgive for now, but I won’t forget. Next time I won’t show mercy,” I tell him, leaning back in my chair. Steepling my fingers in front of my face.

The bathroom door swings open. Greer steps out, instantly reading the room.

“Is everything okay?” She frowns.

“Is it?” I tilt my head, challenging Conor.

“Everything is perfect.” He nods. Stepping back, he breaks eye contact. “I have some things to check on. I hope you have a good rest of the day, Greer. Please let me know if you need anything,” he says with a bow of his head before making his way toward the door.

I feel the corner of my mouth twitch up. A sign of respect for Greer. He got my message loud and clear.

“You too,” she says as he slips out. Turning, hands on hips, she looks at me. “I know something happened.”

“Nothing for you to concern yourself with. I promise. Now how about we finish up for the day, go home and watch a movie?” I stand, sliding my belt back through the loops.

“That sounds very domesticated of us,” she says as she walks toward her computer, sliding it into the bag.

“Do you have any objections?”

“None.” She smiles.

Walking into Killian’s bedroom,I make my way into his closet and steal an old worn hoodie. Dropping my clothes into the laundry basket, I slip the sweatshirt on and instantly bring the collar up to my nose. I close my eyes as I breathe in the scent that’s all Killian. Letting the collar go, I eye the stack of sweatpants and contemplate if I want a pair or not. I decide to go without. As I walk out of the closet and head toward the bedroom door, I stop in my tracks as a picture catches my eye.

Stepping closer, I can’t help but gasp as I recognize the photo. It’s a photo of the cliffs in Ireland outside of his family’s estate. Instantly I’m thrown back to a year ago when I surprised him there.

I step behind the house, the sounds of the waves crashing in the distance. I make out his figure standing on the cliffs. Picking my way through the rocky terrain, I make my way toward him.

“What are you doing here, a ghrá?” he rasps, making me freeze in place.

I pause, thinking about how when I saw his grandmother’s obituary, I couldn’t let him go through this alone.

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