I scan my gaze over him. He seems calm, though there’s a hard set to his jaw. Inwardly, I sigh. We’re not about to launch into a jealous fit again, are we?
Marking my place in the book, I sit up. “We ran into each other. He offered to get me my job back.”
Cian slowly nods. “I brought that up with my cousin, and he said the decision rests with your boss. I hoped she’d call you by now.”
“She hasn’t yet. But maybe she will. I can’t really get a job anywhere else without her reference. At least, not easily.”
“I know. I’m sorry I fucked that up for you. I was being selfish.” He sits beside me. “All I ever want is for you to be happy,broc meala. I’m so sorry for all the ways I made you unhappy. For the way I drove you away and almost ruined our marriage. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Tension leaving me, I reach for him. “I forgive you. For everything.”
He’s made progress just by taking that first step into therapy. Overall, he seems calmer, more centered than he has been in a very long time. Though that change came about as soon as he got some decent sleep and we had the house cleaned.
I forgive him for everything he did. At the same time, and not to make excuses for him, but he was sleep deprived and someone seemed to be triggering him on purpose. I’m still not sure who it was. Wolfe? Or someone else? We don’t have any solid clues yet.
At least they have stopped. We haven’t had any of Fiona’s belongings randomly show up recently. Which has me thinking that it is someone close to us, someone in this household. We could fire the staff and start over, but what if it’s one of Cian’s men? We simply don’t have time to interrogate them all.
Wolfe remains my prime suspect, but Cian doesn’t want to go down that path.
So instead, we wait and hope they’ll eventually reveal themselves. Or go away and leave us in peace.
How malicious is their intention? I don’t understand what they gain from haunting Cian with his past. Obviously, it’s more than a prank, having caused so much damage, but to what end?
“I want you to have your job back,” he admits. “You were happy working at the agency.”
“I was. I’ll have to face all my co-workers again, and I’m sure the gossip will be over the top, but it will pass.”
“I’m sorry about how I embarrassed you.” He frowns. “I won’t fuck up like that again.”
“That’s all in the past now, and I don’t want to linger on it. We can’t change what happened, we can only do better in the future.” I mean it, I’m willing to turn over a new leaf. We both need it.
“True. Speaking of doing better…” He hauls me into his lap. “I did something that I can never apologize for because I can’t accept your forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. But I can promise that I’ll never, ever treat you so disrespectfully again.”
I turn around in his lap, straddling his thighs. “Is that a promise?”
“It is.”
“You’re repentant of what you did?” I hover above him, my gaze latched onto his.
“I am. I’ll get on my knees and prove it, if you want that from me.”
“Hmm. What if I do?” We haven’t had sex in much too long. I held firm to my resolve that he wouldn’t touch me again until he went to therapy, until he sought out professional help. Which he’s done.
Now that I have him back, I want him. I wantusagain.
“As you wish, baby.” Taking hold of my waist, he lifts me up only to set me down on the edge of the sofa. He drops to his knees between my legs. His gaze locked on mine, he peppers hot kisses from my knee up the inside of my thigh. When he reaches my center, he teases my clit through the thin fabric of my panties.
I arch my back, desperate for more. My fingers tangle in his silky soft hair as I pull him closer. It’s not long until I’m riding his face. A moment later, I cry out his name as I come apart.
Cian lies on the floor and drags me on top of him. Leaning down, I kiss him, showing him every ounce of pent up lust I’ve kept hidden away. It comes flowing out of me.
“My turn,” I say, sitting up. Clutching his shirt collar, I yank it hard, sending buttons rolling across the floor.
He chuckles. “Are you going to buy me ten new shirts to replace this one?”
In answer, I bend down and tease his nipple with my tongue. He groans. I leave a trail of kisses across his tattooed chest as my hands work to free his cock. I stroke his length, spreading precum over his head, then sink down on him. Slowly. It’s been a while and the stretch burns.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans.
