He buries himself deep and explodes, his cock pulsing as he empties himself in my pussy. We collapse together, breathing hard.
"I love you too," I whisper against his neck.
He lifts his head to look at me. "What happens now?"
"Now we run this family together." I trace his jaw. "As equals. As lovers."
"As husband and wife?" His eyes search mine.
"Is that a proposal?"
"Maybe." He grins. "Think you can handle being married to your father's right hand?"
"Think you can handle being married to the woman who really runs this empire?"
"I'm counting on it."
Outside, our world continues spinning. But in here, we've found something worth fighting for.
Each other.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
My hands shakeas I unlock my apartment door. Saoirse stands behind me, so close her breath warms my neck. The warehouse left us both wired, adrenaline pumping through our veins like fire. My cock strains against my pants just from her being near me.
"Your place?" she asks.
"No one knows about it." I push the door open. When she brushes past me, I bite back a groan. "Not even your father."
She walks into my space like she owns it. Twenty years I've watched her, wanted her, kept my fucking hands to myself because she was Tiernan's daughter and I was just his dog.
Tonight that ends.
"Drink?" I pour whiskey, need the burn to steady my nerves for what comes next.
"Conall." She takes the glass, fingers brushing mine. That touch shoots straight to my dick. "What's wrong? You look like you're about to tell me someone died."
I down half my whiskey. "Why do you think they want you dead?"
"Because I'm a Kavanagh."
"Wrong." I move closer. She doesn't back down. Never has. "You're not."
Her face goes white. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"Your mother screwed another man. You're not Tiernan's."
She stumbles back like I hit her. "You lying bastard."
"Wish I was." I grab the folder from my desk, throw it on the table. "Declan Murphy. Irish journalist. Your real father."
"No." But her voice shakes now.
"Your mother left Tiernan when she caught him with Senator Walsh's wife. Went to Dublin. Met Murphy. Came back pregnant with you." I watch her world burn. "Tiernan knew. Raised you anyway because he loved your mother."
"Why tell me this?"