Page 52 of Killian

I look to Greer. “He’s talking to you, boss lady.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m not his boss.”

I shoot him a look that he thankfully interprets.

Conor clears his throat. “Wherever you want to go, Miss Greer, I will take you and protect you.”

She gives me a look that tells me she’s about to test not only him, but me as well.

“What if where I tell you to take me puts Killian in danger?”

I watch as Conor’s jaw tics. “My orders are to protect you at all costs. To take you anywhere you may want to go as long as you are protected. So as long as the danger is not to you, I would take you.”

Her eyes widen. “Fuck, Killian. Why would you do this?”

“I already told you. Now, where would you like me to go?”

The look on her face changes from surprise to downright dirty for leaning in to whisper into my ear.

“I’ve heard your words, Killian. Now show me. Show me what I mean to you.”

When she nips at my ear, I groan.

“Take us home,” I bark out at Conor before turning to shove my tongue inside Greer’s mouth.

She meets me stroke for stroke until we are a mess of limbs in the back seat. Conor ignores us as he drives, being smart enough to turn up the music to drown out any noises we are making.

“Fuck, you make me fucking crazy,” I groan into her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“Me? You gave me a bodyguard who would protect me over you. You make me crazy.”

She climbs into my lap, settling over my hips.

“Greer, we shouldn’t do this here. Conor is right there.”

She glances over her shoulder before smirking back at me.

“He moved the mirror. He can’t see anything. Now make out with me like a horny teenager. I’m talking full dry hump here, Kill, or I’ll be disappointed.”

I growl at the challenge, gripping her hips to grind her against me.

She groans, her head falling back.

“Lips on mine,a ghrá. Now,” I warn, not wanting Conor to hear a single whimper from her.

She doesn’t hesitate. She presses her lips to mine, her hips pressing against mine as I work her lips.

It’s probably the most innocent thing we have ever done, yet it feels like the dirtiest.

In the back seat of that car, with my man driving up front, she continues to gyrate her body against mine until she is quivering in my arms. I swallow each of her moans as she brings herself to orgasm on top of me, a wet spot forming on her jeans to soak into my slacks.

Yet, sitting there with her, watching her blissed-out face smile at me, I know I would do anything for that woman.

I’m in love with her.

I’ve been testingmy self-control today.

Instead of my office, Greer’s in my home, with Bash’s permission, of course. I had to let her two guards come as well, but it’s only the new one I’m concerned with. Enzo and I came to an understanding a long time ago.

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