Page 33 of Dublin Charmer

“What’s that now?” Brendan laughs behind me. “Of all the times Bryan and I have grabbed an enemy, I never once ended up kissing them. What about you, B?”

“Nope. Not once.”

Nyx is out again and I straighten and face the amusement of my brothers. “Dublin Charmer—it’s in the name.”

Even Sean laughs at that one.

Tag doesn’t. He’s well and truly pissed. “Find out what she knows and why she’s working with Gravely. If it’s money, we’ll double it. If it’s something else, we’ll make it work. Whatever her deal is, if she’s as good as you say, she’ll be a better ally than an enemy.”

I exhale a long breath, relieved. “Agreed.”

“You wanted a mission to prove yourself, so now you’ve got one. She’s your problem, little brother.”

I straighten my shoulders. “I won’t let you down.”

“See that you don’t.” Tag heads for the door but pauses and turns back, a hint of a smile touching his lips. “And Finny? Maybe lay off kissing the prisoner.”

I roll my eyes as the four of them file out of the cell, laughing.

“Har-har. Yuck it up, arseholes.”

Nyx

A firm hand slides down my spine, the heat of his touch searing through the fabric of my dress. He pulls me against his muscled frame and all his hard planes meet mine. His musky aftershave fills my senses. It’s sexy and laced with the rich tang of whiskey on his breath.

My skin erupts in a wash of goosebumps and I’d swear his touch sends an electrical pulse straight to my core.

His breath is hot against my ear as we move in an erotic embrace across the dance floor. Bodies pressed close. He guides me through the space, my heart pounding in my chest, matching the rhythm of the music.

I can feel his gaze on me, the dark stranger in the mask. Mesmerizing green eyes pierce my soul and follow me into my dreams.

I lean into him, my fingers tracing the edge of his mask. His lips curve into a smile and reveal the hint of a dimple in his left cheek. He dips me low, and I gasp, feeling the rush of excitement course through me.

When he swings me back to my feet, he pulls me against his hips and I feel the solid length of his cock beneath his custom-tailored Armani.

Damn. This man oozes sex appeal and I’ve been too long without being properly fucked to exhaustion. Always on guard. Always alone.

“What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t.” The seductive smile he hits me with makes me wet with anticipation and unleashes the dirtiest, neediest thoughts I can imagine.

Kiss me. Please kiss me.

The countdown in the room ticks down, and with each number called out, my pussy pulses. He’s going to kiss me. I cansee his intention in his emerald green eyes and know that when he does, I’ll never be the same.

The countdown ends and his lips claim mine.

It’s an all-consuming kiss, no gentleness. He ravishes me with his mouth and I can barely breathe. When his tongue demands entrance, I taste the whiskey he was drinking earlier and I crave more.

I want everything I know he can give me.

We break apart a moment to breathe and I tug at his mask.

It’s Finn Quinn.

He flashes me a devilish grin as I take in his ruggedly handsome face. The emerald eyes I’d seen behind the mask burn into mine with an intensity that takes my breath away.

I should stop this. He’s not meant for me. But all the hours I’ve spent playing cat and mouse within his computer network…the two of us toying and teasing…have been a sort of foreplay between us.