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He tilts my head back, his lips grazing my neck before dropping to my throat. My nails dig into his powerful shoulders as he sucks and then bites. Tugging my hair, he arches my neck further to expose more of my flesh for his hot, wet mouth to feast on.

Soft. Warm. Coaxing.

I’m immediately lost in him. His smell. His touch.

His tongue trails the length of my throat before his mouth finally covers mine. I groan against his lips as my arms snake around his neck, and his hands drop to my hips to pull my front firmly against his. I gasp when my clit collides with his erection, his tongue seizing the opportunity to push past my lips to tangle with my own.

He’s drugging me. His mouth is intoxicating. He’s intoxicating.

Pressing me harder against the door, he deepens the kiss further. I don’t ever want him to fucking stop.

My hands fist his hair as he lifts me off the floor, my legs instinctively anchoring around his slim hips. I mewl my pleasure against his mouth when he thrusts his hard dick against me over and over again.

Slow. Steady. Seductive. Until I’m losing control of my sanity.

“Irish.”

I didn’t come here to fuck him against the door of his office, but if I don’t put a stop to this, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

His lips hover over mine as he lowers me to the floor, then he stares down at me.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“As you wish, Jaine.”

He stares at me but makes no attempt to stop me from leaving.

Am I disappointed? Yes. No.

CHAPTERSEVENTY-FOUR

JAINE

Jaine’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York

“Hey,little big guy. Please don’t do that.” I take the sponge from Fin’s hands to stop him from filling it with bath water and squeezing it out over JJ’s head for the third time. “I think you should apologize, don’t you?”

“Sorry, JJ.”

I watch as he hugs his baby brother. Fin has the same emotional soul that his daddy has, and he’s starting to realize his words and actions can be hurtful to those around him. JJ immediately forgives him because he has the same beautiful soul that Ace had.

I watch as he clings to his big brother with tear-filled eyes. The sight of Fin then comforting him causes tears to spring to mine. They love each other so much.

Just like brothers should.

It’s why I could never have come between Eoin and Irish.

I love both of them so fucking much, and to walk away was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but it was also the right thing. I refuse to destroy a bond as precious as the one that exists between brothers.

It’s been six days. I miss them more than I ever thought possible, but I guess it’s magnified by the finality of our situation. That this is it. That there’s no coming back.

I ignore the empty feeling inside my chest. The hollow echo is just a stark reminder that there’s no one left who can piece my heart back together again. I’m not going to wallow in a bottomless sea of self-pity. I’ve been given another chance. I’ve got to live my life for Ace and my boys, even if it’s something I must do alone.

I know Eoin and Padraig have been spending time with the kids. I work from home in the mornings that Duke’s got commitments with the Scorpions, and every weekday, Sarah collects both boys and takes them to Roisin’s for the afternoon. She’s mentioned she’s bumped into Irish and Eoin during most drop-offs.

They’d never come here. Maybe in time. When things aren’t so awkward, or they’ve both moved on with other people. That’s not something I’m looking forward to. I don’t know how I’ll cope.

But I will.

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