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Bia

Years later

“No that doesn’t look right,”

I tell the party planner.

“Well Mrs. O’Sullivan, there aren’t many other choices,”

the party planner tells me. We are talking about the way I want the table decorated.

“I understand that vendors fill up this time of year, but with how important this party is, I would hope you would be willing to be more flexible and help me accomplish what I want.”

“Are you saying I’m not putting in enough work?”

“Bia is saying that, but nicely. I won’t be as nice; you are being a fucking bitch. Now quit drooling over the O’Sullivan men as they are all taken, and our sons are too young for your plastic surgery ass. Now, off you go, make the phone calls to make it happen. Unless you would like to call and tell Cillian, or maybe I should go get Keenan’s wife to come talk to you about why you are not doing as Bia wants. We all know how that will go. You will be fired and unable to find work anywhere in Ireland, hell, even in Europe ever again.”

Erin, my sister-in-law says.

I watch as the party planner grabs her stuff and marches away, but not before giving us a dirty look.

“You didn’t have to do that, especially threatening to go get Keenan’s psycho wife. Seriously, no one wants to be on the wrong side of her, ”

I tell Erin.

“Oh yes. I did. She is being a bitch because none of the men will entertain her advances. I can see why, she is ugly. Whoever did her plastic surgery on her face did a botched job. Maybe I’ll ask her who did it so I can make sure to tell all the bitchy PTA moms who to use so they look ugly.”

“ERIN! You can’t do that.”

“Oh yes. I can. The way they flirt with my pain in the ass O’Sullivan husband, you bet your ass I can.”

“You’re terrible. A bad influence.”

“No, I’m fun. Speaking of fun, I’m horny so I’m going to go to my husband’s office and have some midday office sex with him. Toodles,”

she says, grabbing her bag and walking out the door. I chuckle, shaking my head as I go down my list of what we still need to do for the party.

Food-check.

Live Music-check

Alcohol-check, especially since Keenan is in charge of that.

This party planner came highly recommended from a mom at the kids' school who is known to throw all kinds of parties. I figured with as many parties as she has thrown the party planner would be good at her job.

I have never been this stressed planning a party.

“Bia darling, what’s wrong?”

I look up from the table and see Grace take a seat next to me.

“Just issues with the party planner.”

“Again?”

“Yeah, this time she supposedly can't find vendors who can create enough mini pots of gold for the donations for each table.”

“What? That seriously can't be that hard to do. Especially this time of year.”

“I thought so too. I just want it to be perfect, you know a big party and raising money for the abused woman.”

She smiles and pats my hand. “I know how much this fundraiser means to you.”

“Yeah, seeing how Thalia was when she was finally rescued opened my eyes. And she had family and friends around her. What about the ones who don’t have family and friends around them?”

“She was lucky to have us, and we are lucky to have her. Now back to the party planner. Is she going to find the pot of gold for you?”

“I think so. After the way Erin spoke to her and threatened to call Cillian.”

“That girl is a force of nature, but she is right. Maybe you should go talk to him. He may know someone who can help.”

“True. I’ll see what he has to say. Is he still in his office?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Okay, I will talk to you later. When the kids get home make sure they go straight to the study and start their homework. The boys have been trying to slack off again.”

Grace chuckles and tells me she will. I grab the stuff for the party and walk up the stairs to Cillian’s office.

I knock twice on the door.

“Come in, little lamb.”

I walk in and close the door behind me. I look at him and he smiles at me and is already walking over to me.

“You know you don’t have to knock.”

“I know.”

He stares at me for a moment.

“What’s wrong little lamb?”

he says, grabbing my hand and leading me back to his desk and having me sit in his lap just like he has been doing for years.

“Just issues with the party planner.”

“What kind of issues?”

“She says she can't find any vendors for the pots of gold I want at the tables for donations.”

“Don’t worry about it. I will make sure you have what you need. Okay?”

he says kissing my lips; I can’t help but sigh into his mouth as he grabs my ass and brings me closer to him. You would think after four kids he wouldn’t want me as much, but Cillian’s love for my body has never wavered.

“God you’re so sexy,”

he says against my lips.

“Mhm,”

I say as he kisses on my pulse in my neck.

“You seem stressed, I know the perfect way to fix that.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, the perfect solution is my eight-inch cock buried deep inside you,”

he says as he grips my ass and grinds me along him, showing me how much he wants me.

“Yes, please.”

He taps my ass. “I want you naked, bent over my desk,”

he orders as he walks over to the door and locks it. He turns back around, and my dress is already on the floor, while my arms are behind my back removing my bra.

“Fuck, I miss your pregnant boobs. I think I need to get you pregnant again.”

“Pretty sure you were the one who wanted me to get my tubes tied after I almost died giving birth to Leah.”

“Yes, and I’m glad you have your tubes tied. I can’t lose you. Thong off and bend over. I’m so fucking hard for you.”

I do as he says. I feel him pull my hips back slightly, and before I know it, I feel his tongue in between my folds and across my clit.

“Yes,”

I say and grind myself on his face the way I know he likes. Cillian groans against me and pushes his fingers inside of me.

I groan and lean my head against his desk feeling myself build up, I push my hips harder against him wanting, no, needing more, but before I can reach my release, he pulls away.

The whine that leaves my lips is short lived when I feel Cillian push his penis inside of me.

“Fuck yes, little lamb,”

Cillian grunts and starts to kiss on my neck. He grips onto my hips.

“This is going to be fast. I promise to make up to you tonight, but you feel way too fucking good.”

I feel his fingers grip on my hips as he pulls himself almost all the way out of me before pushing himself back in. I moan as I feel the way his piercing rubs against the inside of me.

One of the best surprises he did after our oldest was born is to get more piercings. While we both had to wait the six weeks to recover, it was the perfect time for more jewelry for him.

“That’s it, Bia. Squeeze my fucking cock like a good girl.”

“MY. FUCKING. GOOD. GIRL.”

he punctuate each word with a thrust.

I push my butt back against him, wanting more of him. He growls and slaps my ass.

I clench around him with each slap.

“Fuck yes,”

he says as he pushes down on my lower back with one hand and the other finds my clit and vigorously rubs it. I whine and pant as I feel myself right at the edge of an orgasm. With a single pinch to my clit, he has me scratching at his desk and screaming his name.

Cillian goes harder and a few strokes later, he growls as he spills himself inside of me.

He leans his weight on his hands by my head, leaving kisses across my back as we both catch our breath. Cillian nuzzles my neck. “I love you.”

I turn my head and he gently kisses my lips and I whisper against his lips, “I love you too.”