Page 86 of Killian

When her eyes land on my chest, I notice the wince. The bruise from where she shot me through the bulletproof vest. It aches with the burn of a cracked rib, but I don’t even care. I’ll take all the pain in the world for this woman.

“Need some help,a ghrá?” I ask as I reach behind her, unhooking her bra.

Slowly, I push the straps down her shoulders, letting it fall. I watch as Greer starts to breathe harder, nipples pebbling at my touch.

“Let me take care of you, Kill. You’re hurt. I hurt you.”

She pushes me back, jumping down from the counter. Her hand reaches down, stroking me once, twice, making me hiss. She lets go and flicks the button of her pants. Pushing them down. Falling to my knees, I run my hands slowly up her thighs. I grip her hips, resting my forehead on her lower stomach. I feel Greer’s hands run through my hair, holding me in place. I softly press a kiss against her skin and pull away. Slowly, I drag her panties down her legs, leaving her bare.

“Kill,” Greer rasps. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

I stand and drag my hands up her sides, our chests touching.

“Up,” I demand as I grip her under the ass, lifting her.

The strain in my chest makes me grunt, but I ignore it.

“Killian,” her voice warns.

“Do as I say. That’s how you take care of me. Obey me.”

She sighs, wrapping her legs around me as I walk toward the bathtub. Reaching down, I shut the water off. I move, stepping into the tub before sitting down with Greer straddling me. Her hot pussy rubbing against me, making us both groan.

“Stop,” I hiss, flexing my hands on her hips, halting her movements. “Talk first, play later,a ghrá.”

“Seriously?”

“I only have so much control, love,” I warn. “You asked what now, but the better question is what do you want to happen now?”

“I want to sink onto you. Feel you inside of me. Ineedthat. A reminder that you are here, alive, with me.” She leans forward, nipping my collarbone, making me hiss.

“Long term,a ghrá.”

“Like do I want to stay in New York?”

“Do you want to stay in New York? Do you want to be with me?”

Greer reaches up, brushing my hair off my forehead as she thinks.

“I do.” She sighs. “I want it all. I just don’t know if it’s possible.” She bites her lip.

Reaching up, I pull her lip free. “That’s mine to bite. You let me worry about making forever our reality. I promise I won’t stop until we are together. Permanently.”

I never told her about the conversation I had with Bash. Nor did she know that after I took care of the son of a bitch quickly so that I could get back to Greer, that Bash pulled me aside, giving me his full backing. I won’t tell her yet. She wouldn’t believe me anyway.

No, I’ll let her find out tonight. At the dinner she is nervous about it.

The same dinner where Bash will be announcing our partnership.

“I have some stipulations though.”

“Do you now?” I ask as she shifts, rubbing against me. “What are your conditions?”

“Vacations together twice a year. Enzo stays my guard and with that, we go back to Italy for at least two weeks a year. To see both my family and his.”

“Would he want to stay?” I ask, lifting her up. I position myself at her entrance.

“He would. Do we have a deal?”

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