“My pants, Fallon. Unzip my pants and take out my cock. Penis, if you don’t know the word.”
“I know the word cock,” she says rather abruptly, her breathing ragged. “Are we?—”
“No. You’re not ready. But I want you to see and feel how much I want you.” I’m about to bring her hand to the ache between my legs, but she reaches for it first.
Then she lowers my fucking zipper. “Like this?”
Christ…
“Aye. Just touch me.” I grip her chin. “Only if you need to know the truth.”
A force I can’t control has me shoving my pants down to just below my hips. Her hand reaches into my briefs,and shaking fingers close around my length.
“Oh my God,” I mutter and lower my head closer to hers.
“Wow, that’s…” She stops, and I honestly can’t wait to hear what clinical term her brainiac side will label my big throbbing dick. “That’s fucking huge, Rhys. Will it fit?”
I snort a laugh and press my hand on top of hers for a final squeeze. “It will fit. You’ll take every inch of me like a good girl. When you’re ready. When it’s right. When I’ve got you so crazy, you’ll sink to your knees and take this hard cock into your mouth.”
She moans, and I want so much to feel her silky lips around my cock. But I don’t dare cross that line right now. I have too much respect for her.
I’m only recently figuring out I have feelings for her. Real ones. But my life is complicated and dangerous. I don’t know what to do with her when I’ve fulfilled my promise to be her date during all these holiday events.
“Do you… Do you find me attractive?” I ask, needing some comfort of my own.
Her eyes roll so hard, it must hurt.
“You’re stunning, Rhys.” She goes quiet and frowns for a moment. “But…”
“But…what?”
Swallowing, she says, “I don’t really like your long hair.”
“Then I’ll cut it. Now, get in that shower, Fallon,” I grind out with a little more force because I’m hanging on by a thread.
She lets go of my cock and steps back, her eyes on me. “Thank you.”
“I told you not to thank me for?—”
“Not the garden.” She holds the towel tighter against her chest. “For this. For being a good man. And walking away, because you’re right, I’m not ready.”
Before I can respond, she drops the towel and steps behind the curtain.
It would be my luck that she has the nicest fucking arse I’ve ever seen.
Chapter 30
Rhys
Zervas & Company looks more like a palace than an office. The elevator opens with a whoosh, and I groan. With marble floors and gold-veined wall coverings, everything gleams like sin polished to a shine. This place even smells expensive.
I got a call to meet Ares and his brothers about some kind of development. And I’m betting it’s not about the UN campus they’re building with Griffin.
The side gig makes Quinlan Empire and Zervas & Company look legitimate. Glossy over the dead bodies and blood.
Ares said it couldn’t wait. With a man like him, nothing waits. The Greeks aren’t scrappy Irish brats. They’ve dripped with stunning wealth their entire lives.
As I round the corner to reach Ares’s office suite, I hear muffled voices. His office door is cracked open, light spilling across the hallway carpet.
