Page 17 of Cassio (Belles & Mobsters 3)

“Áine, are you in there?” A slightly slurred speech traveled through the door. It had to be her cousin, from the sounds of it she was drunk, and I silently cursed. I wanted to give Áine a second and third orgasm. All her orgasms. I wasn’t ready for this night to end.

“Friend of yours?” I asked her, though I knew. She looked beautiful. Her cheeks flushed from desire, her ocean blue eyes glimmering like oceans under the bright sun. She was easily the most intoxicating woman.

Áine smoothed her dress down then slid off the desk before pulling her panties back on. Her hair was wild and messy. I loved seeing her like this. Relaxed, unguarded, and pleasured. I couldn’t resist running my hands through her fiery red hair, tangling my fingers in her strands. It was so soft, like the softest feather.

A sheepish smile appeared on her face. I kept forgetting how young she was. Maybe too young for me. Though there was nothing on this planet that would make me give her up.Mine.

“Yeah, she’s my friend.” She rolled her eyes with a soft smile tugging at her lips. “She can be loud sometimes,” she added playfully, her voice melodious.

“Áine, I hear your voice,” Margaret Callahan banged on the door like a madwoman. “Jack and my brothers are here.”

All playfulness drained from Áine’s face.

“Oh shit,” she mumbled and strode to the door. Once she opened it, she glanced over her shoulder and our eyes met. Each time our gazes connected, her ocean blue eyes shattered me inside. Forget bullets, her one look hit me harder and deeper. And you didn’t need a Caribbean vacation, you could just get lost in her shimmering gaze and feel like you were in a tropical heaven. “I- I can come back if-”

She wouldn’t need to come back because I would come after her. Nonetheless, I nodded.

“Take a right and straight to the back, there are side stairs to the back entrance. I’ll see if I can distract them.”

A wide grin spread across her face. “Thank you. Don’t get in trouble with them though. Okay?”

I was a killer and she worried about me with her family. I wondered if it would be the case if she knew my identity. Yes, Jack kept her away from the underworld but there was no way that she remained oblivious to it. And the King name was not a favored name in most households.

“Let’s go,” Margaret pulled her away, slightly stumbling, and Áine disappeared from my view.

Somehow, I’d already missed her. I was far from done with her. My self-restraint was pulled taut, and it hung by a thread. I wanted to go after her, finish what we started. My cock was rock hard for her.

Yet, somehow, I knew we wouldn’t have finished it tonight even without interruption.

Call it intuition. Whatever you will. But deep down, although Áine might have wanted this, she wasn’t ready. I was prepared to spend the night with a hard on from the moment I spotted her. Though tonight turned out much better than I’d anticipated.

I buttoned up my suit jacket and straightened my sleeves, then pushed my hand through my hair. I could still smell Áine’s faint perfume on me and in the air around me, taste her on my tongue. It was best Jack didn’t come in here.

I strode out of the office. With a quick glance to the right, I saw the women were gone. They couldn’t have taken a detour and gotten lost. It was the same route Nico and Luciano took earlier in the evening. Both left shortly after we arrived. Luciano didn’t have the stomach for these kinds of places since his wife’s disappearance, and Nico was chasing some leads or something. The man was always working, but maybe it was the only thing that kept him sane since his sister’s death.

I gave them both some bullshit excuse that I’d stay and go through the financial books. Neither one of them bought the story, leaving me with knowing smirks. Whatever. They didn’t know crap.

I was almost at the end of the hallway when I spotted them. The Irish. I’d admit, sometimes they were too loud and too wild. It could be aggravating as fuck. But Jack Callahan was a good man and his nephews, while young and slightly on the wild side, were good men too. If only they weren’t impulsive.

“Jack,” I greeted him, feigning surprise to see him. “I didn’t think nightclubs were your scene.”

“They bloody are not,” he grunted. “But Margaret and my step-daughter are here. And they told your bouncer at the door not to let us in. They need guards.”

He was clearly displeased. And worried. I’d imagine he was always worried about them. Especially Áine Evans. He thought nobody knew his secret, though it seemed clear as day.

“Your nephews are more than welcome to go check out the area,” I offered. “I’m on my way out, but stay as long as you like.”

He shared a look with his nephews, a clear order to go get the women. The three men strode away without a word, then split up. It would be a moot cause, but no need to give them a heads up on that.

“Cassio, can I have a word?” Jack asked, his eyes on me. The same ocean blue eyes as Áine’s, his daughter, except hers were stunningly beautiful. Jack’s were just… well, average. Those blue eyes were a trademark of the Callahans; it amazed me that nobody saw it as clearly as I did. Áine Evans was Jack Callahan’s biological daughter, though he kept it a secret from the world, including his own family.

“Sure,” I said. “Do you mind if we walk and talk?”

I certainly wouldn’t take him into my office. I’d keep that off limits for a while. Besides, I was certain he’d get a whiff of sex and Áine’s perfume. And Callahan’s temper was well known.

The moment we stepped out, the cool air hit us. August nights in New York city could be hot as hell, but today was uncharacteristically chillier and I wondered if Áine had a jacket. I’d hate for her to get sick; that costume of hers wouldn’t provide any heat.

Great!I was becoming like an old aunt nagging her ward to dress warm.

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