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If I can help it, never.“It’s only been two weeks. I haven’t touched the Russians.” In the two weeks I’ve been hunting down their leads, I’ve been trying to dig into the structure of The Cage as well. It seems like every family has a connection to the fighting ring. The web is vast, and it generates a lot of money for many of the families.
Unlocking his fingers, he reclines in his chair. “The Volkovs are last.”
“Why?”
“I have my reasons.”
“Would one of those reasons be you think they might have something to do with it?”
He chuckles. “It would not.” He comes around the desk, leaning against the edge so we’re close enough the scent of his cologne mixes with his sweat, surrounding me.
“Was Finn right? Were you making deals with them behind his back?”
“I was. Course, now he knows, he’s paid them a visit, and that one’s scupper too.” Lorcan shrugs. “It’s not the big one I’ve been working on, so it’s no matter.”
“The big one?”
“Secret project.”
I ease forward so I’m between his legs and lean into him. “Too secret for me?”
The corners of his lips tip up as he loops a stray strand of my hair around his finger. “We’re really going to The Cage to watch the fight tonight?” Releasing my hair, his hands fall to my waist. He touches me a lot in public, far less often in private.
“We are.” Being this close is sending my body into overdrive. The tension between us hums, and I shift closer. He runs his hand along my waist to the small of my back.
“This is the kind of game you’re supposed to be playing with mydeartháir mor.” His voice is husky, his gaze trained on my lips.
“What if I play it with him as well?” As the words leave my mouth, my lips graze his earlobe.
He tightens his hold. The effect I’m having on him is unmistakable. Desire stirs in my stomach and then travels lower so standing here is almost more than I can handle.
“Are you?”
“Wanna know my secret?” I murmur into his ear.
“What’s that then?”
“I like you better.”
Drawing back, Lorcan’s hands come up to frame my face. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”
God, I hope not.For once, my face must show what I’m thinking because Lorcan’s hazel eyes soften in response. Inch by inch, I lean forward, sweeping my lips across his, giving him a chance to reject me.
When I ease back, his pupils are dilated, and he scans my face in earnest. “You sure about this?”
“You don’t want it?” My voice comes from low in my throat and is filled with so much longing I almost don’t recognize it. His body is certainly into this, and I want to push him until I get what I want, what I need. We’ve danced around each other for months.
With one last searching glance, Lorcan’s lips descend on mine, and I moan into his mouth, pressing myself closer. He rises to his full height, his lips never leaving mine. His hand tugs my ponytail loose so his fingers can dive into the strands. Sexual frustration pours out of us. Before I can let my brain take control again, I yank off his shirt. He chuckles, the sound going into my mouth and filling my chest. With a gentle shove from him, my jacket falls off my shoulders and hits the floor. His big hands go up under my shirt, drawing it with him over my head, until we’re half-naked, our lips locked together.
I’ve encountered few men who can kiss the way I like, a mixture of softness and firmness that’s never quite balanced. Lorcan is nailing it. Heat pools in areas that have been vacant far too long. He walks me backward toward the table in the middle of the room. When my butt hits it, he lifts me onto the top. I run my hands along his chest, savoring the planes and angles which prove how much time he spends working out.
I’m so lost in him it takes a moment for the buzzer to penetrate my brain. Lorcan’s lips tear away from mine to glance at the screen on the wall. My focus doesn’t leave his face, willing him to ignore whoever is there.
“Finn.” He glances at me, indecision in his eyes.
With my hand around his neck, I pull him into another kiss, pressing my hips forward against him. He groans into my mouth and deepens the kiss. One of his hands braces on the table while the other cradles my head, bringing me closer.
The buzzer sounds.