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It was a long minute before my breathing returned to normal and my erratic pulse calmed. Grayson was standing in front of me, his blue eyes raking over my body from head to foot. He rubbed at his glistening mouth, wet from my arousal, and I swallowed hard.
He looked at the time, then glanced back at me, regret in his eyes. Regret at having left me, or regret for coming to me again?
Whatever the reason, I didn’t get a chance to ask because he said, “I have to go.”
FIFTEEN
GRAYSON
She’s safe,you bastard. She’s with Torin.
But no matter how many times I said the words to myself, my protective brain told me it was bullshit. The only way I could know she was safe was if she was in my line of sight at all times.
Watching Sloane come had to be my new favorite pastime, but I was a fool to think that this could go on forever. She didn’t know I was breaking one of the biggest rules the clan had, and when she found out, I didn’t know whether she would keep her mouth shut or sell me out to Finnan.
Rearranging my raging hard-on, I hit the accelerator, sending the Rover hurtling down the M18. The promise I’d made to myself not to fuck her felt like it was starting to feel less and less critical. Feeling her come on my fingers was heaven. Knowing I would never be able to feel her coming on my cock was hell.
I was on a slippery slope—one that would end with me in Sloane’s bed at some point.
The main offices for Doyle Enterprises were an hour away in Limerick, giving me plenty of time to think about what the fuck I was doing with her. I thought I’d be content not sinking my cock into her, but with each taste, the more I wanted.
I was obsessed before.
Now, I was addicted.
To her sweet mouth.
To her sharp wit.
To her tight, wet pussy.
I knew we were playing a dangerous game. Shit, I should’ve been more focused on finding out who the rat was. Another shipment got jacked, and Finnan was on the warpath. We had no idea how our deals were being leaked before they could happen. It was a fucking wonder this deal with Doyle hadn’t been cut at the knees either.
Turning up the radio, I tuned out all thoughts of Sloane and focused on getting my job done.
* * *
Forty-eight minuteslater and innumerable flashbacks to spreading Sloane wide and tasting her, I pulled up to the curb of the Doyle Enterprises building in Limerick. The office block was the tallest in the city, all tinted glass and steel.
Getting out of the car, I strolled inside, making my way to the bank of elevators at the rear of the foyer. Just as the door was closing, a young security guard noticed I was there and started toward me. His older counterpart grabbed him by the back of the shirt and hauled him to a stop before he took more than a few steps and whispered something harshly into his ear. The kid looked up at me, the color draining from his face.
The elevator ride was smooth, and when I arrived on the top floor, a sprawling, open-planned office spread out before me. There was a receptionist desk directly opposite the elevator bank, so new arrivals had no choice but to engage.
The woman began to speak before looking up from her computer. “Welcome to Doyle Enterprise. Do you have an appoint—” Her eyes bulged. “Shit.” She immediately grabbed the phone, but I slammed my hand on top of hers, stopping her.
I shook my head. “Security won’t be able to help you…” My eyes flickered down to her name badge. “Lisa. So, why don’t you just let me in to see Mr. Doyle, and I’ll be on my way.”
She swallowed. “The senior Mr. Doyle isn’t here right now. Only his son.”
I felt the smile pull at my lips. “I’ll speak to him then.” Slowly, I lifted my hand from hers so she could dial Cian’s office.
Not taking her eyes off me, she licked her lips and said, “Sir, there’s a gentleman here to see you. He’s… Wait!” She called after me, but I was already on my way down the short hall to find Cian Doyle’s office.
Doyle Junior didn’t even rise from his chair when he saw me. If anything, he looked resigned, as if he knew this was going to eventually happen.
“Mr. Doyle,” I said as I shut the door to the office behind me. “You remember me?”
He nodded. “You’re Mr. Quinn’s man.”
