Page 49 of Killian

More and more I want to stay, leaving the plans of escaping this world in the dust.

If only this dream wasn’t more farfetched than the first.

“I can’t figure this out and it’s about to piss me the fuck off,” I tell him, returning to the present.

I don’t have time for daydreams right now.

Killian sets down his papers, coming over to stand behind me. He places his hands on my shoulders, pressing his fingers into them as he gives me a massage. My head falls back to his stomach as he continues his movements.

“If you don’t stop moaning like that, I’m not going to be held responsible for my actions.” The warning in his voice is as clear as the erection now poking into the back of my neck.

“You’re the one making me moan, Killian. I believe that means you would be responsible.” I can’t help but snark at him.

He clears his throat, moving away from me. “I think you need a break.”

I smirk at him as he moves around the desk. “I think a break is just what I need. On the desk or in the bathroom?”

His gaze is heated. “Neither. Grab your things.”

My body jolts at his demanding tone. Every time he uses it, electricity flows through my body.

Being as independent as I am, I can’t believe having him be dominant over me would be something I would like.

Yet, I do. In fact, I love it. Crave it.

Standing, I shove my laptop into my bag.

Killian grabs my hand, leading me out into the pub. It’s much busier now that the sun has set.

How long have we been working?

I didn’t think to look at the time and neither one of us keeps our phones on us when in the office. Not with them being hackable.

Enzo straightens from the bar, heading our way.

“I’m taking Greer out. Can you take her items back to the hotel? I’ll make sure she arrives back in the morning,” Killian tells Enzo, not caring I’m standing right next to him.

“Do I get a say in this?” I ask.

“No,” he grunts, grabbing my bag and handing it to Enzo.

Enzo hands me my phone.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Enzo winks at me.

Traitor.

You would think my guard would stand up to Killian, but no. Sometime in Italy they decided they were on the same team.

Enzo still gives me shit about him, but the more time we are around Killian and his people, the more relaxed he becomes.

“Come on,a ghrá. Let’s go get some food.”

Killian leads me toward the back door.

I narrow my eyes. “There’s food here. You have a whole kitchen.”

“I know. I’m not in the mood for Irish fare today. Let’s get something new.”

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