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“I’m here for the key, remember?” My lips graze his as I add, “I’m to wait for you at your house.”

“If you think that I’m stupid enough to let you walk out of here, looking like that, without me, you’re sorely mistaken.” His mouth slants over mine, his grip tightening around my waist.

Damn it. What is it about him that makes me crave his touch? His kiss steals the breath from my lungs, leaving me dizzy and wanting more. More of his kiss and his touch. More Aiden. More of this all-consuming red flag that I’m too colorblind to see.

The weight of his arousal rubs against my thigh as he presses himself closer to me. My mind screams at me to push him away, but my body betrays me, responding to his touch with a mixture of desire and confusion.

This man is dangerous. He carries a gun. He hurts people.I should stop. I should push him away and distance myself from him before it’s too late.

It is too late.

I’ve already fallen for him.

I was completely oblivious to the fact that he had breached my walls and captured my heart. Trust me to fall for the first person to see me as more than a burden. I think I’m even more fucked up than he is. I have to be.

Fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, Aiden bats my hands away and rips it open, revealing his sculpted, tattooed chest. “Better?”

“Much,” I grin against his lips, my hands sliding between us to the belt buckle of his tailored pants.

His teeth graze my neck. “If you open that, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll feel me for days.”

My hand stills, he did that already. He did just that in the shower last week, I felt him in every muscle of my body for almost a week.

The way he looks at me—darkened grey eyes, mouth ajar, muscles taut with desire, tells me that he’s giving me a choice. He’s mine if I want him; all I need to do is reach out and take him.

I meet his gaze, and my lips curl upward. “Promise?” The belt is too easy to undo, he quickly discards it, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Last chance, bug,” he licks his lips, watching me pop open the button of his pants and work the zip down. Aiden presses me firmly into the wall, my fingers toying with the waistband of his boxers.

Intense grey eyes meet mine. The dull ache between my legs turns into an unbearable throb. “Take me,” I plead. I need tofeel him inside me. I need him to chase the anxiety away. I need this beautifully treacherous man to consume me.

“With pleasure.” His lips capture mine; his fingers push the hem of my dress up, exposing bare skin.

I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel him inside me. Pushing the waistband of his boxers down, I grip him tightly, feeling the head of his thick cock rub against my entrance—

“AJ?” The door creaks open and I release my grip, startled. “Sorry!” Keith spins so fast that he almost falls into the wall.

“Get the fuck out!” Aiden snaps; he hasn’t moved to cover himself or even let me down from his arms.

Keith stammers an apology: “The gardaí want a word.”

I try to wiggle down from Aiden’s hold, but he tightens his grip, refusing to let me go.

“I’m busy!” he growls, and I almost die when a plain clothes garda steps into the room.

“This won’t take long,” the garda says, making a point to turn his head away from our intimate embrace.

“Moore.” Aiden reluctantly releases me, his grip loosening just enough for me to slip out of his arms. Still, he does not attempt to shield himself from prying eyes, instead, he uses his body to block the garda’s view of me. “You’ve caught me at a bad time.”

“I can see that,” not that he’s even thinking about leaving. The man just steps around the chair by the desk and settles himself comfortably, crossing his legs as he pulls out a small notebook from his pocket.

“I’ll walk you inside. You don’t need to hear this.”

“Actually,” Moore flips through some notes, landing on whatever it is he’s looking for, then his eyes flit to me, and he grins. “This is the girlfriend?”

“Clearly,” Aiden responds with little to no emotion in his voice.

“I’ll need to speak to you too,” Moore offers up a shit-eating grin, and I can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on.