Page 49 of Legacy Of Ashes
"Money?" Cillian asks, definitely noticing our little show now.
"Bank loans. Our credit's perfect." I gesture at the projections and Conall's hand finally drops away, leaving me cold and wanting.
The tension between us is so thick you could cut it. Eamon's openly staring now. Even Dad seems to notice something different.
"Any security issues?" Conall asks, his voice strained.
"Not if we're careful." I turn to face him and immediately regret it. The hunger in his eyes makes me want to push him down on this table and ride him until we both forget our names. "The probe's looking at current stuff, not restructuring."
We stare at each other and I know everyone can see it—how badly we want each other, how hard it is to keep our hands off each other.
"Any other questions?" I ask the room, though what I really want to ask Conall is when he's going to fuck me again.
"What happens when people try to screw us over?" Eamon presses, clearly sensing something. "Legitimate businesses get screwed too."
"Lawyers. Lawsuits. We use the system instead of fighting it." I force myself to look away from Conall's mouth. "We become the people who own everything."
"Need connections for that," Mum says, definitely amused now.
"We're already building them. Charity stuff, political donations, all that social climbing."
Dad makes another approving noise.
"All in favor?" I call out.
Every hand goes up.
"Starting Monday then," I announce.
The family files out but Conall stays. The second we're alone, he moves behind my chair, hands gripping the back.
"That was incredible," he says, voice rough.
"The presentation?"
"Watching you run this room while I wanted to bend you over this table and fuck you until you couldn't think straight." His breath hits my neck. "Do you have any idea how hard I was the whole time?"
I lean back against him, feeling exactly how hard. "Why don't you show me?"
He laughs, dark and dirty. "Not here. Your place. Right fucking now."
"What are you going to do to me?"
He spins my chair around, caging me in. "Everything you've been thinking about since I walked in here."
"That's a lot."
"Good. I've got all night to make you scream."
I grab my stuff with shaking hands. Five years to go legitimate. Five years to change everything.
But first, Conall needs to fuck me before I lose my damn mind.
Everything's changing. Including how much I need him inside me right now.
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