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The place is decorated like the cover of a luxury interior design magazine. Dark masculine colors with pops of bright ones here and there. I pull a face and nod my head.

The man has good taste. I move to the window, wanting to take in the view. There’s a dark-blue cross between a bench and a sofa next to the window. It’s partially backless with an artistic look about it.

The perfect piece for the area. Not blocking the view, but offering a spot to admire it from. I could see sitting here with a book or my laptop while enjoying the picturesque scenery.

“Would ya like a drink?”

“Do you have water?”

“Are ya sure ya don’t want something stronger?”

“Not at the moment. Water is fine.”

I look over my shoulder to find him watching me. He pours himself a tumbler of whiskey and grabs a chilled-looking bottle of water for me from the fridge by the bar. I turn back for the view, able to see him in the reflection of the large window.

When he stops behind me, he hands me the water and places a kiss on my neck, making me grateful I put my locs up for the night. Once I take the water, he splays the fingers of his now free hand against my stomach. I don’t miss the bulge pressing into me, not even a breath between us.

His large hand feels so warm against my belly. My body is already pulsing from his simple touch. We stare into each other’s eyes through the reflection in the glass.

Ronan downs his drink and swallows before running his pointer finger under his bottom lip. How does he make something so simple look so sexy? Moving his hand from my stomach to my breast, he flicks his thumb back and forth over my nipple.

The move is so subtle and possessive. I need this water to cool me down. While I chug down my water, he places his glass down on the small wooden table next to the blue sofa bench.

Reaching around me, he then takes the empty bottle from my grasp, placing it beside his glass. My heart is racing and that ever-throbbing pulse between my legs when he is near begins.

“It’s been two months. Have ya allowed anyone to touch what’s mine?”

I smile at him through the glass. He glides his hand around my throat and gives a gentle squeeze as he leans into my ear.

“Have ya?”

“No.” I turn to face him and reach to grab his bulge through his pants. “Have you allowed anyone to?—”

I don’t get to finish my words as he crushes his lips to mine and devours me. I gasp and moan into his mouth. Swiftly, he lifts me and slams my back against the cool glass.

I lace my fingers in his hair and whimper as he moves to place sucking kisses against my skin. Smooth as a motherfucker, he peels the top of my dress down, revealing my breasts. I don’t know whether to be impressed or jealous when he removes my strapless sticky bra and the nipple covers with expertise.

“Ronan,” I cry out as he palms one of my breasts and pops my nipple right into his mouth.

All my questions are forgotten. His warm, wet mouth has all my attention. He skims his hand over my thigh, pressed to his side, and into the slit of my dress. I throw my head back and stare up at the ceiling.

“Look how wet ya are for me. Why would I want anyone else? Yer the only woman who’s been on my mind. Are ya ready, my Danny? My naughty girl.”

“Ready for what?” I whimper as he pushes two fingers into me.

“Ready to christen every inch of this place. I plan to fuck ya on every surface I can think of. By morning, we’ll own this place together.”

I cup his face and kiss him hard. The man always says the right things. However, before I allow him to make good on his word, I need to make good on my promise.

I wiggle to break free and slide down his front. I know what I’m getting into this time. I’m ready for him.

“The question is, babe. Are you ready for me?” I say as I grin up at him while looking at him through my lashes.

“Aye, do ya worse, love. I promise I’ll keep up with ya.” He winks down at me as if to confirm his words.

“We’ll see,” I murmur as I unfasten his belt and unzip his pants.

Once I have him in my hands, I go to work. My inner bad girl bounces with glee as I bob and stroke this man like a pro. After I get him nice and wet with a few passes, I hold his tip in my mouth and hollow my cheeks while I stroke both hands along his girthy length.