Free Protecting You (The Boston irkpatricks #1) by S. Donahue Page B

wondering why you didn’t fire Billy, but it’s because you’re carrying around all this guilt.”
    “Yep, I would never even own a club like this. It’s not me. When Carmen said about me and the previous owner being different, it hit me in the heart because he’s right. I played sports and went to college. Connor stayed in the streets. He bought that club with a gambling win. He was so proud of it. He put everything he had into it.”
    He slammed his beer down on the table. “I miss him every day. I can never bring him back. I want to close the club down every day, but I have an obligation to him. The only thing I can do is take out the trash.”
    “That’s why I’m here, to take out the trash,” I said. At least that got a laugh out of him. I saw a lot of things go down at the club today, but I don’t want to bring it to his attention just yet. I need to do a little more research. Billy is definitely up to something and has a drug problem himself. I need to look into him, Connor and also that guy Carmen at the bar. Something about him is off. I really need my home office and my board. I am going to have to set up shop in my room upstairs.
    “What’s on tomorrow’s agenda?” I asked
    “The club opens at six, so we don’t have to be there until five-thirty. We also need to go buy you a new car.”
    “For what reason? I have a car.”
    “I don’t want your car to be traced. You need to drive to the club yourself so no one suspects anything due to me driving you back and forth to the club.”
    “So, it’s a rental?”
    “No, I’m buying you a car.”
    “No, you’re not,” I argued.
    “Yes, I am,” he insisted.
    I was not letting him buy me a car. What was next, a house?”
    “I need to work in my room all day tomorrow.”
    “Do you need an office?”
    “Well, I’ve been banned from mine.”
    “There is an empty room on the third floor you can use. I’ll order office furniture. You can use that as your office.”
    “Brendan, there is no need to order office furniture or buy me a car. I’ll be leaving soon.”
    “Not if I can help it,” he said planting a kiss on my mouth.
    His lips caressed my lips. He sucked and bit down on my lower lip breaking the kiss. He lifted my t-shirt above my head and threw it on the floor.
    “You’re fucking boobs are perfect and I want them in my mouth now,” he said, as he pulled my bra straps down. “I can finally touch them. Earlier when you were dancing on me, I just wanted to take your nipple in my mouth.”
    He took my bra off and exposed my bare breasts. I couldn’t stop him. A part of me wanted him so badly… that part was in control right now. He brushed his mouth over my neck and ear leaving trails of kisses as he took hold of both breasts in his large hands. They were so cold from the beer bottle. He lowered his mouth to my erected nipples. He was teasing them with his tongue alternating between both. He has me so hot.
    “Brendan, you turn me the fuck on.”
    “I’m just getting started, Hawt Stuff.”
    “Your accent drives me crazy.”
    He ripped off his shirt and pants. He was now in his boxers and I can see his cock sticking straight ahead trying to peak out. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was allowing him to seduce me. I actually wanted more. I haven’t been with anyone in five years. My body was ready to be ravished.
    “I’m hungry for you,” he said pulling off my shorts.
    I am lying here almost fully naked. He laid his body over mine. His dick is rubbing against my panties. He is so enormous. I could feel the thickness through the thin layer. He’s kissing me again and this time it is rougher because we are both getting heated up. We both fucking want each other.
    He’s grinding his dick harder and harder. I feel like my panties are going to rip apart. He was whispering in my ear at the same time which was making my clit contract as he was saying the words.
    “You’re so wet. I want to eat you, then, I want to