Page 26 of Accidental Irish Daddy

“I’m begging for it.”

And that’s all it takes for him to kiss me. The feel of his lips on mine is like electric fire pulsing through my body. His tongueis warm and eager against mine, and as we share the same breath, he lifts me up onto the table, his hands up my dress.

His mouth drifts down to my neck and as his fingers find my silk panties, moving them to the side and slipping them inside me…

“…go?”

I jump at the sound of the voice next to me.

Mr. Duncan is standing next to me, his eyebrows raised in surprise. My heart is threatening to jump out of my chest.

“Oh!” I gasp, taking a few steps back from him. “You startled me.”

“Sorry,” he says with a chuckle. “I was just asking if it was time for you to go already.”

I look at my watch. It is, indeed, time for me to go.

“Are you okay?” he asks me, leaning in and peering at my face. “Your cheeks are all flushed.”

I put my hand to my face and feel how warm it is. “Um… I was just thinking about…things.”

“Things?”

“Uh-huh.” And before he can say anymore, I add, “I’d better get going. See you tomorrow.”

I leave quickly. When I get to the car, I put my hands on my face and lean into the steering wheel. I’m so flustered. I’m glad that he can’t read minds.

Oh, I’ve got to stop fantasizing about him.

***

I made a nice bit of money tonight at the club. A cool four hundred pounds. It couldn’t have come at a better time, either. Bridget’s almost out of her medication. I’ll have just enough to get it for her in the morning.

I’m on my way home and I’m exhausted. I’ve been on my feet all night and all I can think about is my bed right now.

I get home and park the car.

Bloody Hell. All the lights are on.

Great. Liam’s home and awake and probably drunk. I am not in the mood to get in a fight with him tonight. I take a deep breath and get out of the car. Better to get it over with, I suppose.

When I step inside, he is standing in the living room archway, his arms crossed and a beer in his hand.

“You’re home,” he says.

I sigh. “I’m dead on my feet, and I don’t have the energy to deal with whatever this is tonight.”

He takes a drink from his beer bottle and says, “You make a lot of money tonight whoring yourself out? You’re gone all day selling your snatch to every bloke in town and you come back here like it’s nothing. You think I’m going to just stand by and keep letting you drag your sparse arse in here—”

“I said I don’t have the energy to fight with you!” I bristle. “Just leave it!”

He uncrosses his arms and walks toward me. “Watch your filthy mouth when you’re talking to me,” he barks. “You know, you’ve been giving me more and more lip every time you walk through that door. Like you’re queen of the mountain. Walking around here like you pay the bills. Just what are you doing with all that cash you’re whoring yourself out for?”

“I’m paying for my sister’s medicine,” I growl at him. “Since you won’t do anything except drink and lay around the house all day—”

He tosses his beer to one side, and it shatters against the stairs. Then he grabs me and pushes me hard against the front door. My head slams against the wood, sending stars before my eyes. I wince as pain sears my head.

“You dirty slut!” he screams. “Disrespecting me in my own house!”

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