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Fuck.

“Hey.” Her soft voice slides across the room and crawls right under my skin. She wraps her arms around my neck from behind as I sit on the chair in the bedroom Declan set aside for us.

We’re all staying under the same roof tonight. More men, less risk. Safety in numbers. Control by proximity.

“Hey, baby.” I whisper, taking her wrist gently and bringing her hand to my lips. Her skin is warm against my mouth.

“You’re tense,” she murmurs, starting to massage my shoulders. Her hands move slowly, circles of heat spreading under my skin. “I heard about the warehouse. It’s all over the news.”

I let out a long, heavy breath. “They’re moving fast. We need to be more careful.”

“Flanaghan?” she asks quietly.

I nod.

She keeps working my shoulders, my neck, her touch sinking into every tight muscle. I close my eyes, breathing through the simmering fury in my chest. She stops suddenly.

“Well, this isn’t doing shit,” she mutters. “You feel even more tense now.”

I open my eyes and stare at her. “It’s fine. I’ll just sit here with my eyes closed for a minute.”

I let them fall shut again. My mind turns fast, dangerously fast. The plan is still alive, just twisted into something sharper, darker than I expected.

Blowing up the fucking warehouse wasn’t the kind of move I expected from a worm like Flanaghan. We could kill him right now, end this, but we’re not a hundred per cent sure it’s him. My thoughts stop dead when I feel her hands on my belt.

“Autumn.” The word rips out of me the second her small hands yank my sweats down and free my cock. Before I can even think to stop her, thosesoft lips part, and she takes me in, hot, wet, and so fucking greedy she sucks the air straight out of my lungs.

Jesus Christ.

My hips jerk; I’m rock-hard in one heartbeat. “Fuuck,” I groan, the sound punched out of me as her head starts moving, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling like she was born for this. For me.

I fist her hair on pure instinct, pulling hard until her mouth leaves me with a filthy pop. I force those big eyes up to mine. “What the fuck are you doing, trouble?”

She smiles, slow and wicked, lips swollen and shiny with me. “You’ve been wound tighter than a drum all day. Massages weren’t cutting it.” She flicks a glance down at my cock, standing angry and leaking against my stomach, then back up. “So I figured I’d try something that actually works.”

I stare at her, chest heaving. “So you just drop to your knees and suck my cock like it’s medicine?”

Her grin turns proud, filthy, perfect. She reaches up, digs her thumbs into the knotted muscle at the base of my neck, and presses. “Tell me your shoulders aren’t looser already.”

Fucking hell. She’s right.

I release her hair. She dives back down like she’s starving, swallowing me to the root. Her tongue does something evil around the head, and my eyes damn near roll back into my skull. Then her fingers slide lower, cupping my balls, rolling them in slow, teasing circles that shoot fire straight up my spine.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?” I rasp, barely recognising my own voice.

She hums around my cock, and the vibration nearly ends me right there.

Fuck questioning her; right now I need to own that smart little mouth.

I tighten my grip on her hair and take over, guiding her faster, harder. She gags, eyes watering, but doesn’t pull away; she leans into it, nails digging into my thighs like she’s begging for more. My balls draw up tight, that electric pull coiling low and vicious.

“You,” I snarl, voice shredded, “are going to swallow every. Fucking. Drop.”

I hold her flush against me and thrust deep, once, twice, then bury myself down her throat and come with a guttural roar. My head snaps back, vision whiting out as I unload pulse after thick pulse straight into her. She takes it all, throat working around me, milking me dry while I shake and curse and thank whatever god put this woman in my path.

When the last shudder leaves me, I drag her off slow, thumb wiping the spit from her chin, and haul her up for a kiss that tastes like both of us.

“Feel better?” she whispers against my lips, smug as hell.