Page 6 of Dublin Charmer
The Quinns, Gravely—they’re all the same.
Violent men play their power games while people like Gio suffer.
My phone buzzes again.
Anything I should know?
I bare my teeth at the screen. There’s so much I want to say to him, todoto him, but for Gio’s sake, I need to bide my time. I check the Quinn party feed and take a headcount.
You’re still a go. Four brothers and their wives in the main ballroom. The youngest one upstairs with a woman.
Notify me if anything changes.
“Get yourself shot, asshole. I hope the Quinns make Swiss cheese out of you.”
I tap a finger against the fourth monitor screen. The cell feed shows the guard passing again. This time he stops and says something to Gio that makes him flinch. I dig my nails into my palms until they break skin.
Soon, little brother. Soon I’ll find that facility’s location, and when I do, I will pull you out and then burn Billy Gravely’s empire to the ground.
But first, we have a party to crash.
Finn
Ginny’s mouth tastes like whiskey and promises as she presses against me, her body warm and soft in all the right places. The bedroom door is locked behind her back, and I’ve got her pressed up against the ancient mahogany slab with her legs wrapped around my hips.
She smells fucking edible, and I kiss the racing pulse of her neck.
“This is a much better way to pass the time tonight,” she breathes, tugging my bow tie free from its knot.
“I’ve been imagining this all night.”
Her fingers slide beneath my jacket, and she’s fighting to get it off me. “You look like James Bond’s hotter, younger brother.”
I laugh against her neck, turning to carry her toward the massive four-poster bed. When my thighs bump the bottom of the mattress, I flop her on her back and admire the sight of her breasts bouncing against the hold of her dress. “So, do you want the tux on or off while I fuck you?”
“Both.” She reaches for my belt and pulls me until I tip forward. Her lipstick is smeared, her lips lush and inviting. “First, we take the edge off. Then we settle in.”
Fine by me.
I meet her lips for a heated kiss, her hands now working my belt free with surprising dexterity for someone who’s been matching me drink for drink all night.
The zipper of my tuxedo pants gives way with a satisfying sound, and I hike up the skirt of her sequined dress, bunchingthe fabric around her waist. My fingers trace the edge of her red lace underpants. “Very festive.”
She gasps when I slide my hand between her thighs. And when I push the crotch of her panties to the side, I find her skin hot and slick.
“Fuck, Finn,” she breathes, her chest arching off the bed.
“That’s the plan.” I grin against her collarbone, nipping my way down the low cut of her neckline.
She finishes undoing my pants, but before they fall to my ankles, I reach for my wallet, fishing out protection. Once I’ve got us covered on that front, I take a moment to admire the sight of her.
“Och, hurry,” she urges, arching beneath me. “I’m burning up.”
I position myself between her thighs, both of us breathing hard, the room spinning from both a night of cocktails and desire. The liquor in my system fizzes through my veins, making everything feel heightened, electric.
Ginny’s eyes lock with mine as I push forward. Fuck, she’s a vision. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, her fingernails digging half-moons into my shoulders through my dress shirt.
“Don’t hold back,” I murmur, grabbing her hips and pulling her into my thrusts. “Nobody will hear us above the music.”
