Then horror struck.
“Did I just wet myself?”
“No, beautiful. You just squirted and I'm going to die a happy man.”
Chapter 24
Helen
“So, we’re telling them this week?” Jax asked as he handed me a coffee while we stood in the kitchen.
“I guess so. Are you sure you want to do this?”
He tilted his head as if he couldn’t believe we were having this conversation again. We’d stayed up half the night talking about what we were doing and whether it was a good idea.
Well, I talked, Jax reassured and his words were the same every time.
He wanted me. A future, time to explore what we had. And he didn’t want to hide or conduct our relationship in secret.
Wrapping his arm around my waist, he stepped in behind me, pressing his lips to my neck. “I will keep saying this until you believe me. I want you. I really like you. I want to be able to show the world that you're with me.” I covered his hands with mine, humming as his lips continued to move along my jaw.
“I guess I’m just nervous about what people will think. I mean, I’m old enough to be your mo—”
He covered my mouth with his hand before I could finish the word. “Nope, I’m not letting you sully what we have like that. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Now, do you want to be mine, beautiful? Do you want to be with me?”
I nodded again, unable to reply with words because his hand still silenced me. He slipped his free hand under my dress, nudging my legs apart with his foot. I whimpered behind his palm as he pushed his finger inside me and circled my clit with his thumb.
“Good girl,” he muttered against my ear as I relaxed into his touch, taking the pleasure he was offering.
“Helen?” I looked up to find Thomas standing in the doorway. “You okay?”
I glanced back down at my phone, wishing I could unsend the message I’d just sent, but as I looked, the two ticks went blue telling me all three of my boys had read my request for them to come to dinner on Friday as I needed to talk to them. I silenced it before they could reply and turned my attention back to work.
“All good, Boss. Can I help with something?”
He beckoned me with his finger. “Can you come in here? Close the door behind you.”
I stood, straightening my dress, feeling worried that I was not about to like the conversation he wanted to have.
“Take a seat, Helen,” Thomas instructed as I shut the door and sat across from him. He looked tired, stressed even. He never let his state of mind show on his face—the man was unflappable—making me worry even more.
“We’ve worked together for a really long time, right?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. “I’ve known you longer than anyone else here… even Sean. Helen, I need you to do me a favour and not ask me any questions.”
I frowned. “Are you doing something stupid I will try to talk you out of?”
He offered me the slightest nod. “I need to go and burn down the world.”
I opened my mouth to ask him to explain, but he held up his finger to his lips and shook his head, making me wonder if he thought the room had been bugged.
“Just another normal day at the office then,” I replied, trying to keep the mood light hearted, despite the heavy atmosphere in the room.
“My trip to Ireland next week. I need to leave tomorrow instead. It’s just me going, so I’ll fly commercial. Can you book me a seat? I’ll email you which flight I need to be on. I also need you to hire me a car at the other end. Something small, sporty. Two-seater.”
Not one part of that request made sense. “You have a private plane but you’re flying commercial and then you want me to hire you a sports car?”
