“Hell yes, I listened. The woman is fuckin’ mean. Eamon should have put her in charge. Sal’s a pussycat compared to his little sister.”
I shook my head at him and walked inside. Closing the door quietly, I looked around for Caity. When I didn’t find her in the kitchen, I moved down the hallway. The door to Eamon’s office was open, and she was inside cleaning up the files that had been thrown around the room.
I leaned against the doorway for a few moments, just watching her as she bent over to pick up the papers on the floor. She turned around just as I was adjusting my dick to a more comfortable position.
Her eyes widened briefly before narrowing, and then she glared at me. I expected her to yell, to cuss me out, or something. Instead, she ignored me and continued to put the office back in order.
“What are you doing, Caity?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“It looks like you don’t know how to fuckin’ listen.”
She spun around; her lips pressed together as if she were trying not to lose her temper. But that was my goal. Ever since Liam had brought her to my apartment, she’d been subdued, quiet. Except when she let Sal have it.
“Go home, Cian.”
“Can’t do that.” I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Can’t leave you here alone.”
“I’m not alone,” she snapped. “Aidan is outside.”
“Aidan has other things to do.”
She stopped what she was doing, her shoulders slumping and her head dropping back as she looked at the ceiling. She took a deep breath and then returned to what she was doing.
“I have been living in this house for the past six months. By myself for the last two after Maddie moved out. I am a grown woman, Cian. I can take care of myself.”
I pushed off the doorway and stomped across the room, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around.
“You aren’t living here anymore, Caity. You live with me in my apartment.”
“You think because you fucked me, I’m going to completely uproot my life for you? It didn’t happen the first time, Cian, and it won’t happen now.”
This fuckin’ woman.
“It is fuckin’ happening, Caity. I told you I wasn’t letting you go again.”
I slammed my lips on hers and held her against me. She fought me for three seconds before her body melted against mine. I walked her backward until her ass hit the desk, then I lifted her until she was perched on it. Forcing her legs apart, I stepped in closer, letting her feel me against her pussy.
My hands held her head in place while I devoured her. She tore at the button on my jacket, then pulled my shirt out from where it was tucked in. Her fingers fumbled with my belt, while mine moved to her thighs, pushing her skirt up to her hips.
I tore her panties from her body and stuffed them in my pocket. My fingers returned to her body, sliding through her wet pussy.
“Tell me again, Caity, how this isn’t happening. Your body tells me the truth. You want me as much as I want you,” I hissed before shoving two fingers inside her. The sound of her moan, the feel of her hand as it wrapped around my hard length. Fucking hell, how was this better every time?
Was it experience? Was it time? Or was it because I knew she fucking loved me?
Whatever the hell it was, I was holding on to it.
“Tell me what you want, Caity,” I whispered, my mouth a fraction away from her ear.
“You, Cian. I want you.”
I pulled my fingers from their wet home and replaced her hand on my dick with mine. Lining the head of my cock up with her warm, wet center, I shoved inside her.
“Yessss,” she hissed, and I smiled at how easily she gave in to me. She was mine, and she knew it. With one hand on her hip, the other grasped her shoulder, holding her in place as I fucked her on her dead father’s desk.
“Come for me, Caity. Let me have it,” I ordered through gritted teeth. Every time I was inside this woman, it was a fight to hold back. “Let me have you, baby.”
