Page 49 of Dublin's Danger Dancer

“That’s what we pay you for.”

“And that’s why I told you what you give us is not enough.”

Freddie slams his fist on the table. He stands . “Are you going to let this Spanish Carbone insult our family on our ship?”

Liam reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gun. He points it directly at the admiral, who doesn’t even shift in his seat. Obviously, taking bribes across the seas of Spain meant he’d had a lot of guns pointed at him.

“You can shoot me, but it won’t help you much.”

He turned his gun and trained it on Freddie. “Sit down and shut up,” he says Freddie’s face terms to a thunderous purple matching the deepest shade of the sunset sinking into the sea.

Liam sits back in his chair.

“Ciara, are you finished eating?”

“Yes,” I say

“Then let’s go,” he says, picking up a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket and taking two glasses.

Before I can get up. Tanya leans in, grabs my wrist and whispers. “I’d rather be sleeping next to the nephew than the uncle.”

While Liam was bulging muscles. Freddie was just bulging, like a gelatinous mass.

“Goodnight,’’ says the admiral. “Tomorrow we will wake up in Morocco.”

I descend the stairs back to our cabin room, with Liam leading the way.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. Sometimes it’s necessary to show Freddie who is in charge. He still thinks of me as a little boy.”

“There’s nothing little about you,” I smile.

He corners me at the side of the door. And leans over me. “Do you know what I like about ships?”

“The romantic sunsets?” I ask.

He presses his body into mine. “No. The abundance of rope.”

I swallow hard.

“And the four-poster bed inside our cabin.” He says, opening the door. “Is going to make it very easy for me to tie you in all the positions I want to take you this evening.”

My sex heats up at the sound. And I have to inwardly chant Harry’s name to stop myself from submitting.

“Which position do you want me in first?” I ask.

He glides a finger down my cleavage. “First, I want you on your knees.”

My sex clenches. Harry, Harry, Harry, I chant, bringing myself back to the mission.

Before he’s even opened the door, he is trying to push me down on the bed.

“I need to use the restroom,” I say as he bites my earlobe.

“Ask permission, like a good girl.” He croons.

“May I use the restroom?”

“I’d like you to call me sir.”

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