Page 99 of Forbidden Want

Razer closed a hand over her mouth, clamping her head against his torso. “You’re disrespecting the man in his house,” he grumbled against her. “Remember how we punish that?”

Whisper shoved his arm away while clenching her jaw. There were words in there, but she was fighting to restrain them.

Apparently surrendering, Whisper loosened. “Let’s go downstairs and get drunk, High Class.”

She didn’t get far before Connel spoke. “High Class doesn’t mix downstairs.”

“It’s that or the sex party,” Whisper said, gesturing like she was weighing it for him.

Aware Connel wouldn’t appreciate Whisper’s defiance, she spun to face him and slipped her fingers through his.

“I can take them upstairs,” she said. “If you want to talk business.”

It took her laying a hand on his cheek to draw his focus down before he relaxed.

“Niall,” he said, his eyes locked on hers as he issued foreign commands and put the gun back in its box. “We’re leaving.”

“Where are we going?” she asked, snatching her purse from the desk when he started across the room. “Home.”

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THE BENTLEY DOOR closed and they immediately started moving. Connel finished a call and hung up.

“Did you know they were coming?”

“No,” he said, the growl in his expression betraying his anger. “The Doherty likes playing with fire.”

Taking his hand from his thigh, she put it on hers, sliding it up under her skirt. His tension relaxed as he watched its progress.

Rather than speak, she reached for his face, guiding his mouth down to hers. “Calm, baby,” she whispered as his lips trailed down her throat. “Conn…”

He laid her up against the side door, gathering her skirt up around her hips. “Why are we taking people back to our private space?” he asked, his hand sliding down her body from her throat to her cleavage and further south.

“Don’t,” she said, trying to close her thighs.

The frown he pinned on her was pissed, not just annoyed, offended. “What the fuck—”

“We don’t have time to finish.”

“We have the time I say we have,” he said, caressing her legs. “Wanna go to a hotel?”

“My place is empty.” When optimism lit his admiring eyes, she laughed. “But your family needs you.”

He exhaled and sat up, hooking her legs over his lap as he did. “My family needs me to corral Madison Byrne. Her father put the bounty on Nicole’s head.”

“Your call?” He nodded, his palms skimming up and down her legs. “Why the bounty?”

“She insulted the family. That’s the official line. Nicole insults a lot of people. There’s something else behind this play.” His hand stopped as his eyes closed and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I could do without this bullshit.”

“They’re your family. Nothing is more important than family.” She smiled when his eyes opened on her. “They came to you for help.”

“There will be an ulterior motive.”

“There always is,” she said, her fingers curling around his on her thigh. “Why are they helping Nicole? Is she still a McDade?”

“Yes,” he said.

“She’s standing by Biz until he’s released?”

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