“Because you’re mywife, not my employee, and to be quite honest,Tine Bheag,it’s time you started acting like it.”
“Oh, you mean obedient and available on demand?”
I wet my lower lip with my tongue as I purposely let my eyes roam over her curves. “That wouldn’t hurt.”
“This isn’t a fucking fairy tale, Ronan. You didn’t marry a sweet, pliable girl who’s going to sit around and wait for her man to come home. I have skills that could be helpful to you.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
My cock strains painfully against my zipper as I take another step closer to Ciara, trying not to picture her dropping to her knees in front of me.
“Oh, I’m sure you do,Tine Bheag.”
She scowls, but I catch the flicker of heat in her eyes and know she’s picturing the same thing, which makes my cock twitch.
“Not like that.Neverlike that.”
“That’s funny because if I hadn’t stopped the other night, you would have come on my tongue.”
Her jaw hits the floor as her cheeks flush vivid scarlet.
I chuckle under my breath, loving how fired up she gets.
“And whose fault was that? You didn’t exactly give me room tothink.”
“I wasn’t looking for thoughtful conversation, unless of course you screaming my name as you climax counts.”
“You think very highly of yourself.”
“You’re not the only one with skills, sweetheart.”
I watch with smug satisfaction as her throat bobs. But then she shakes her head, her blonde ponytail swaying around her shoulders.
“I meant my IT degree.”
“I don’t follow.”
“I specialized in cyber security and data encryption. I also minored in finance, so I worked the books for my father for years, making sure the money flowed…clean. I made sure no one could trace it.”
I blink.
That isn’t what I was expecting her to say at all, and I have to say I’m a little impressed.
“And you’re just telling me this now?”
She shrugs, still clearly pissed with me. “You never asked. Besides, you’ve made it very clear that you think I’m just some spoiled brat with a nice rack.”
I swallow a laugh. “You’re definitely a brat, but don’t sell yourself short. Your rack is a lot better thannice.” I flick my gaze down to her breasts. “But you’re also not as clever as you think you are if you learned anything about business from your father. That man was a snake with bad instincts.”
Her green eyes flash. “Don’t talk about my father like that.”
“I’ll talk about him however I want. He’s dead, remember? Probably because he didn’t know who the fuck he was messing wi?—”
She springs forward, her palm cracking across my cheek before I can even register her moving.
My skin barely stings, but I suck in a breath.
I knew Ciara had fire, but she's walking a very thin line.
