Page 22 of An Angel's Share
She looks puzzled. It’s a bit left field—going from talking to babies to Marshall and Evie—but I never professed to be logical.
“Of course.”
“Marshall’s signed Power of Attorney over to Evie. She’s turned that to my proxy. I have a vote at the board meeting. My vote will count.” My voice is sincere, and calm.
She looks surprised by my admission, and it’s there in her voice when she states with a small smile, “This is going to be one hell of a meeting. I’m not sure Patrick is going to survive all the shocks.”
I notice, however, that she doesn’t share with me about her own transfer of power. She doesn’t know that I know. Clearly she doesn’t trust me as yet.
“But look,” she clarifies, “don’t vote with me just to piss off Patrick and Dermot. Vote for what you think is right. That is the only wayO’Cleryswill get out of this downward spiral we seem to have hit and can’t seem to stop. If you have a better idea, I’m all ears. We need to collaborate, not dictate.” Her voice has changed, transforming into a commanding edge, and her face has taken on a more imperious look.
And I am loving that look.
“Are you practising your speech?” I smirk at her. “It sounded good. I could be persuaded to do your bidding.”
She volleys back at me, “It’s not a gimmick, Jonno. This is serious. We will go under, regardless of what Patrick chooses to believe. What my daddy and uncles all seem to be failing to comprehend is how much jeopardy we are truly in. Any company can fail, even the good ones.”
Fuck, Now I feel bad for being facetious.
“I know it’s serious. Marshall has shared some of the accounts with me. So I could be prepared and help support him, Evie, and the family.” I sigh, showing the state I know it’s in. “I can read a balance sheet. I may not run a whiskey business, but I do run a lot of companies. I could see lastyear that something was going awol.” She’s watching me intently now. “But what with Evie going loco, and booting out her husbands, I needed to go home.” I point at myself. “All of my actions are considered. I don’t fuck around with business. But know this, I will only vote with you if I think what you are doing is right. Any flaws, I will point them out.”
Having moved even closer to her, I put my hands back onto her stomach. “But I do like your bossy voice. I could listen to it all day.” I hit her with my wide smile, and she looks a bit dazed—more so than she did when Xander gave her his rockstar smile.
She makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat as I continue to move my hands up and down, caressing. I move one higher and brush her breasts. Her nipples instantly harden, poking out at me through the thin cotton of the sundress. Her pulse is hammering, and her breathing has picked up.
“What do you need, Rua?” My voice is soft, gently coaxing as I continue to move my fingers gently over her tits. She can’t focus to speak, and she pushes her tits into my hands. “You want these in my mouth, my tongue on you? Want to know how it will feel? Velvet, soft, then as I graze my teeth over them, giving you more.”
She groans out as her eyes drift closed, clearly imagining me doing it.
I start to undo her dress, thanking every dress designer for button up front summer dresses. They are the best. One button at a time, the nearer my hands get to her actual skin and tits, the more she’s panting.
“Hold onto me, lean in, let me feel you.” I keep my voice soft, silky. Smooth like the best chocolate. Because she deserves the best, and I want her eating out of my hand.
She puts her hands on my hips and bows her head into my chest as I reveal her tits to the open air, goosebumps covering her skin as I continue my steady movements. Stroking gently over the extended nipples, she groans out as I pluck and twist one, keeping my hand on the other, stroking. I don’t give her any relief time and apply more pressure. She shifts from foot to foot trying to relieve the ache I’ve created between her legs.
“Do you want to come from this, or shall I make it all better and give you my cock? Feel how hard I am. Put your hands on me.” I move my hips to dislodge her death grip, taking her hand in mine and leading it to my bulging cock. “It’s all for you, Rua. Do you want it?”
She licks her lips, but still can’t manage a word. The woman who does not stop talking, has lost her voice.
10
Aoife
His voice flows over me.Every single time he speaks, it’s like the very best chocolate being poured, and I’m lapping it up. I want him to make me come so badly, but I can’t. I’m outside, for god’s sake, in my garden. I know it’s a secluded spot, but still.
He doesn’t care about the where, he just cares about me. Well no, that’s not exactly true either. He cares about my body, this baby.
God, I want it. My breathing is sounding desperate as he continually plays with my breasts. It’s so good…
“Please, Jonno.” I’m begging, for what I am not exactly sure. Just… “More.”
He drops down to his knees in the grass. Oh God, he’s going to do it again. But instead, he runs his hands under my dress, ripping off my knickers. He looks down at them and then up at me. My granny pants clearly do not pass muster. What does he expect? I’m over five months pregnant. Comfort is king.
“It’s a good job you’re fucking gorgeous. Don't wear any of these hideous things from now on. I want easy access.” He grins up at me, the biggest, most salacious smirk on his face. “I’m going to check in every fucking morning. No more knickers.”
My mouth drops open. What the hell. He’s deranged.
He gives me no chance to argue, pulling me over to the buggy and pushing me in front of him onto the second row of seats. He climbs in after me, undoing his jeans and pushing them down. And… no boxers. “I won’t if you don’t.”
