Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Billie blinks fast. “Go … where?”
“Find another job. I don’t fecking care. Because you’re my heart, and if she can’t be happy for me and accept you, then she’s no bloody friend of mine.”
Surprise flashes through her amazing eyes. “You’d give her up because I had a fight with her?”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me as I brush my lips over hers. “I’d do anything for you. You are priority number one, and if they don’t approve, they can go. Because you’re here for the long haul. I heard you in there, your magnificent spine in every bleeding word you handed her. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.”
“She pissed me off,” she admits. “I know she was trying to be a mean girl, maybe bully me a bit, certainly let me know that I’m far beneath her shiny Louboutins, but she messed with the wrong fucking girl. I’m not a shy wallflower who will cower to her or anyone else. You’re mine, and I stick up for what’s mine.”
“Mo chroi.” I pull her in and kiss the top of her head, then I pick her up in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, her skirt bunching up around her hips, as I carry her to the door and flip the deadbolt, locking us in.
“I’m not having sex on that sink. Public restrooms are gross.”
I grin against the curve of her neck and hitch her up higher, then pin her against the opposite wall so no one can hear us.
“This works,” I growl against her ear. “God, you’re so goddamn strong and sexy and perfect for me in every way.”
I get my pants undone and my cock freed. Sliding her panties aside, I run my finger through her slit, groaning when I find her wet.
“Inside me,” she breathes. “Please, Connor, I need you inside me.”
“Such a good girl,” I whisper against her ear as I push inside her, pausing when I’m balls deep to nibble on her neck.
She squeezes around me. She loves being praised, and I love doing it.
With my hands planted on her arse, I start to move, long and slow strokes at first, but then I pick up the pace until I’m driving her into the wall, her back hitting it with every thrust, and she starts to unravel against me.
“Yes,” she breathes, her hands clenched in my hair. “Yes, baby. Oh God, it’s so good.”
“So bloody good,” I echo. “I need you to come for me, bumble. Come apart for me, good girl.”
She gasps, lets her forehead fall to mine, and then she’s quaking around me, her pussy clenching me so tightly, there’s no way to hold back my own climax. Eyes pinned to hers, I empty myself inside her.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my lips as she continues to cling to me, and I brace her against the wall.
“You never have to thank me for this.”
She grins and brushes her nose against my own. “Not for this, billionaire. For being you. For giving me more. For showing me how you feel about me.”
“It’s entirely my pleasure. Every minute with you is an absolute pleasure, and that’s the truth, a ghrá.”
I capture her mouth with mine, showing her how much I love her before I set her down and we both clean up. I unlock the bathroom, and we walk out.
No one looks at us. No one even hints that they might know what was happening behind that door.
Good, I don’t have to fire anyone today.
“Are you finished with your meetings?” she asks me.
“Aye. Did you get everything done that you needed to?”
“No, actually, I was interrupted.” Dammit, Fiona. “But I can finish on the plane or in the car or whatever mode of transportation we’re taking.”
“You get motion sickness, baby.”
I brush my hand over her hair as we walk toward my office.
“I’ll probably be okay.”
“No, you’ll sit at my desk and finish up. We can leave any time. There’s no hurry.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Are you hungry?”
“Actually, I’m starving.”
“Then I’ll order in some food, and we’ll leave in a couple of hours.”
She bites her lip as she sits behind my desk.
“What is it, bumble?”
“My work isn’t as important as yours. It can wait if you want to go.”
I shake my head at her. “I don’t know where you get the idea that what you do isn’t as important as what I do. You run a business, same as me. They’re equally as important. Do what you need to do, mo chroi.”
“Okay.” She smiles and wakes up her laptop. “I’ll be done within the hour.”
“Perfect, I’ll go order the food.”
I walk out to Scott’s desk, and he looks up at me expectantly.
“Aye, sir, how can I help ye?”
“I need you to order in fish and chips for two, along with some Bailey’s cheesecake.”