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Do I think he’d ever be dangerous to me?
No. I don’t believe he would. The Quinn Laws aren’t just a bunch of well-meaning rules his father passed down to them.
They are the edict to their entire existence.
“I appreciate your concern, Patrick. I just wanted to give you a heads-up that he’ll be coming with me next week when I come to spread Mom’s ashes. If you or anyone there doesn’t feel comfortable being near him, I understand and won’t take any offense if they choose not to come.”
“And there’s nothing I can do to talk sense into you? To get you to reconsider?”
“No. Sorry. Given the string of mistakes I made in Chicago, I’m going with my heart on this one. I just thought I’d let you know.”
“Aye, well, I’ll let the family know and will speak to Finley about the arrangements. Be careful, cousin. I may think you’re off your nut, but that doesn’t mean I want to be right about it.”
I smile. “Thanks, Patrick. I look forward to seeing you next week.”
After hanging up, I roll out of bed and shuffle into the ensuite bathroom to find one very fine Tag Quinn naked and setting a few fluffy towels over the heated rails. “Everything all right, then?”
I zip past him, into the toilet room to pee and slide the pocket door closed to give me a little privacy. “He’s worried about me, but fine. He’ll be there to join us for Mom’s family service and will talk to the others.”
“If you’d rather me not come?—”
“Oh, no. You’re coming.” I flush the toilet and move out to wash my hands. “Maybe being raised in the tougher parts of Chicago gave me a different outlook than my Irish countryside kin, but Mom would’ve loved you. She was big on taking risks and following your heart. That’s why she always hated my choice to be with Marco.”
I meet him at the glass door to the shower and peel off his t-shirt, tossing it to the marble island in the center of the space. “Enough about that. Are you washing me or am I washing you?”
He grins and bites his bottom lip. “I am definitely the man with the soap this morning. Although, I might not be completely finished making a mess of you, either.”
“You can make as much of a mess as you like, as long as you clean up afterwards.”
He grins. “Then what are we waiting for, luv? I’ve got duties to fulfill.”
When he opens the door, I’m washed with a wall of humidity and goosebumps jump up on my skin. Stepping into the massive shower, I walk straight into the stream of warm water and groan at the bliss of the sensation.
Turning back to face him, I tip my head back and let the sluice of water cascade over my hair and down my back. When I reach up to brush over my forehead with my hands, his attention is locked on my breasts rising to greet him and how my nipples stand at attention for his pleasure.
Without wasting a moment, he grabs the vanilla body wash I brought in my toiletries kit, and he lathers up his hands.
“You know, if we start every morning like this, I’ll need to start getting up earlier or run the risk of missing appointments.”
I turn to give him my back and he pulls me tight to his body, reaching around my ribs to lather my chest and belly with his soapy hands. “Then I think you should plan on that because I love starting the morning like this.”
His grip around me tightens and he nips my neck as he grinds his stiff cock against my ass. “Och, no more than I do, luv.”
Wandering hands, steamy spray, and grinding hips make the next minutes a decadent affair.
It’s insane how turned on I get with him. And thankfully, in the shower, I don’t have to be embarrassed about the moisture soaking my core and wetting my underpants.
In here, everything is wet, so the way he makes me cream myself is my little secret.
Or at least it is until he reaches around me and removes the main shower head from its housing. “Have you ever had the pleasure of a shower head massage, luv?”
I look up and behind my shoulder to meet his gaze. “Nope.”
He flashes me a wicked grin and winks. “Then get ready for enlightenment because this beautiful beast has some incredible settings.”
I don’t know what to say about that, but it’s a moot point because the moment he lowers his hand, the pulsing pressure between my legs explodes.
A shout tears from the back of my throat, but there’s no helping it. I drop my head back against his chest and close my eyes. “That feels good. Sooo good.”
