Page 59 of Legacy Of Ashes

When peace allows us to plan a wedding instead of a war.

But first, we have to destroy everyone who threatens what's ours.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

Conall's handsgrip my hips from behind as I lean over the charts, his hard cock pressing against my ass through our clothes. The heat of him makes me wet despite the chaos around us.

"Jesus, Saoirse," he growls in my ear. "You're killing me, bent over like that."

I push back against him deliberately. "Good. You've been eye-fucking me all day."

"Because watching you run this empire makes me want to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you scream my name."

My pussy clenches at his words. "What's stopping you?"

His fingers dig into my waist. "The fact that we might not live through tonight."

I spin in his arms, noting the bulge in his pants. "Then stop wasting time talking."

Before he can respond, Mother walks in. We jump apart, but I catch Conall adjusting his obvious erection.

"Your father wants updates," she says, eyeing us suspiciously.

"Tell him we're handling it," I reply, my voice breathier than intended.

After she leaves, Conall moves to the windows. I can feel his eyes burning into me as I work.

"How fucked are we?" I ask.

"Petrov's been selling us out for months. Feds hit the docks in two hours." His voice is tight with anger and arousal. "We need to move everything now."

"Then we move." I grab the radio, my hands shaking. "All units, northwest routes only."

"Saoirse." He crosses to me, backing me against the wall. "If we don't make it?—"

"We will."

"But if we don't." His hands frame my face. "I need you to know. I've wanted to fuck you since the day you came home. Every night I jerk off thinking about your mouth, your pussy, the sounds you'd make when I'm inside you."

Heat floods between my legs. "Conall?—"

"Tell me you think about it too. Tell me you touch yourself imagining my cock."

I can't lie when he's looking at me like that. "Yes."

His mouth slams against mine, hungry and desperate. I kiss him back just as hard, my hands clawing at his shirt.

"I need you," I gasp against his lips. "Right fucking now."

"Here? With people around?"

"I don't care." I palm his erection through his pants. "I want your cock inside me."

He groans, his hips bucking into my touch. "Fuck, the things you do to me."

My phone buzzes. Federal agents leaving the building.