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“Una,” I groaned. “You need to eat.”

“I need you more.”

One moment, I was sitting in the chair, her astride me. The next, she had shimmied from my lap and was between my legs, tugging on my pants. I lifted my hips even as I shook my head.

“You don’t⁠—”

“Hush,” she replied. “You said I needed to eat.”

Then she wrapped her lips around my cock and drew me in.

I let my head fall back. The heat and wetness of her mouth surrounded me. She sucked and teased. Licked up and down my shaft, cupping my balls as she hummed. Teased the crown then took all of me in, swallowing as I hit the back of her throat.

Then she started again. I was lost in a vortex of sensations. The warmth of her mouth, the cool of the air when she would pull back. The glide of her tongue on the underside of me. How she suckled the crown in the sweetest way possible. The way she lapped at me, sucked me in. The vibrations as she hummed, singing a love song deep in her throat as she took me to heaven. The gentle tugging of her fingers on my balls, the grip of them when she cupped me.

I wound my hands into her hair, loving the feeling of the silk as it fell through my fingers. I gripped a fistful of her tresses, praising her, cursing, begging. Wanting more, needing more of everything she was doing to me. Begging her for relief, yet never wanting the experience to end.

Until it became too much. “Una,” I gasped, tightening my hands. “You need⁠—”

She swallowed around me, taking me so deep I climaxed, my back arching, her name falling like a symphony from my lips as I thrust into her mouth, riding a wave I never wanted to reach shore.

Then I collapsed. Gasping, out of breath, shocked by her actions, but delighted at the same time.

I stared down at her, then bent, pulling her back to my lap. I kissed her, tasting the sharpness of my release in her mouth. Her stiff nipples rubbed on my chest, and I dropped my hand between us, feeling her slick folds.

“You liked that, Una?” I groaned. “Sucking me off at the table? Are you aching, needing your own release?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Touch me, Finn. I’m already close.”

I plunged two fingers inside her, her gasp loud. I pressed on her clit with my thumb, and she began to ride my hand, our mouths fused together, her whimpers and moans swallowed by me. I went faster, strumming her clit as she cried out, her body primed and ready. When I added a third finger, she let her head fall back and cried out, her muscles locking down. I kissed the arch of her neck, licking my way to her collarbone and sucking her breasts through the material of the shirt. She rode my fingers to completion, whimpering when the sensation became too much. I pulled her into my arms, her head tucked under my chin, her ear pressed to my pounding heart. I could feel her pulse racing under my touch, and I stroked her hair.

For a moment, we basked in the stillness, our bodies sated, minds at peace, and souls entwined.

Then she lifted her head, smiling.

“Tea now.”

I kissed her.

“Okay.”

* * *

The night was quiet. Not a fire, a robbery, or a sighting of the gang that had suddenly appeared. I slept fitfully, checking my phone, certain I was missing alerts. I spoke to my men, and, like me, they were surprised by the quiet. I was sure it was a temporary lull and advised them to be vigilant.

In the morning, I showered, planning on leaving a sleeping Una in my bed. She woke as I dressed, sitting up and looking startled.

“I need to get ready!”

I shook my head, meeting her gaze. “You aren’t working today,” I stated firmly. “Your shift has been covered.”

“What am I supposed to do, then?”

“Read. Sleep. Relax. I’ll be in the office or here at my desk once I’ve done some rounds.”

“Can I come with you?”

I frowned. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”