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  She giggled. “Make me.”

  His libido sprung to life. Despite operating on fumes, sleeping was suddenly off the agenda.

  Chapter 12

  “Well, would you look at ya.”

  Michael lifted his pint of Guinness, took a sip, and turned his attention to Manny. “What about me?”

  “Despite having to beg to get the night off at such short notice and bringing ya for a ride down memory lane you’ve got a face fit to sour milk. Didn’t I do ya right with the suite? I offered to get ya separate rooms, but oh no, you prefer the sofa. Although why ya would want to share with that knucklehead is beyond me.”

  “You did great. The room’s perfect. Just what I wanted.” Michael blew out a breath and looked around the bar. The place was filling up even though it was still early. Nothing much had changed since he had done his strip act there some years ago. Pete was no longer the owner and some of the staff appeared to be new, but the girls strutting their wares on the stage had the same bored expression on their faces. The sight of naked female flesh failed to hold his attention. He was getting jaded by the whole scene. Music with a heavy bass boomed from speakers set around the room and flashing lights hid the drab décor. Wallpaper really wasn’t in vogue anymore, and flock wallpaper had never been in vogue in his book. The place failed as a gentleman’s club and slipped firmly into seedy.

  Manny turned and winked at a scantily-clad female as she sashayed past, but it didn’t escape Michael’s notice that her gaze was focused on him. Manny could strip naked, sing Oh, Danny Boy, and tie the Irish flag to his dick and she wouldn’t notice.

  “I see you’ve still a way with the ladies.” Manny sounded despondent.

  “Not interested.” And he wasn’t. What a strange revelation. When had he given up on the female of the species? Well, most of them.

  “Ah, are ya smitten, young Michael? Is it love that has ya flying halfway across the world?”

  “Not exactly. I’m looking for Uncle Declan.”

  “Declan?”

  “Aye, he took off with a woman. Apparently they’re in Dublin.”

  “God help the poor cow if Declan’s crazy wife finds out.”

  “Aunt Clara knows.”

  “And she’s not after killing them both?”

  “She’s stuck in Australia. The cops took her passport. She’s still on parole for grievous bodily harm.

  “So she sent ya in her place. What about the pretty lass and the other fella back at the hotel?”

  “The woman Declan took off with is Maggie’s great aunt and Sam is Maggie’s boyfriend.”

  “Why are they traveling with ya?”

  “Maggie’s mother ordered her to come with me and retrieve Maud; Sam tagged along for the ride.”

  “Ya would prefer he stayed home? Don’t tell me Michael Monaghan has given up chasing skirt and settled on one woman at last.”

  Michael shrugged. He certainly wasn’t interested in other women but Maggie was off the menu. Maybe he only wanted her because he couldn’t have her. He was too tired to figure it out. He only had one night in London and he didn’t plan to waste it thinking about what he couldn’t have. Even though he had chosen to sleep close enough to hear them if they got frisky, the idea of playing voyeur was fast losing its appeal. Fortunately, pissing Sam off still amused him.

  “It’s complicated.” Michael ordered another drink. “Anyway, enough about me. What about yourself?”

  “I’m muddling along best I can.”

  “What happened to the girl you planned to wed?”

  “Shania? Or do ya mean Dawn?”

  “Either.”

  “Well, it seems I didn’t have your skill for juggling, or your memory. It would have worked out if they’d both had the same name. Anyway, I learnt my lesson. I’m not the sort of man to settle down. Dawn’s mother was hell-bent on getting me a respectable job as a bank teller, and it turns out Shania’s brothers take her happiness very seriously. Fortunately, when they found me cozied up in bed with a woman in the nude they let me keep my balls in exchange for some information about a certain warehouse full of electronic equipment.”

  “You should’ve given them a nickname.”

  “My balls? Why?”

  “The women, you maggot. If you called them both Honey, for example, you’d never get it wrong.”

  “Well, ya couldn’t have told me before I swore off women for life?”

  Michael chuckled at the thought of Manny being celibate. Not two minutes ago he bet the guy’s dick had been twitching like a divining rod when a pretty lass wandered past. The man was ruled by his penis. “Still running the poker club in your kitchen?”

  “Aye, when I get a night off. I can organize a few of the boys if you’re interested in losing your shirt.”

  Michael chuckled. “Unless you’ve all learned the rules, I think I’ll pass.”

  “Is it cheating you’re accusing me of, you eejit?” Manny grinned and then let out a low whistle. “Now would ya look at that? I think things are about to heat up, young Michael.”

  Following Manny’s gaze, Michael glanced across the room. A gorgeous lithe blonde was gyrating around a pole, and when she caught Michael’s eye she blew him a kiss. He should have insisted Manny took him somewhere else. The last time Michael had seen Shannon he’d been lying on the floor nursing his balls. Last he’d heard, she’d had found her happy ever after without him. “Shannon. I thought she got married and had a kid.”

  “True enough. However, it turns out the kid wasn’t her old man’s.”

  Michael took a long pull on his pint and leaned on the counter, determined not to look at Shannon and encourage her to rekindle their old relationship. “How could he tell who the kid belonged to?”

  “He’s a good Catholic boy who kept his fly zipped until the wedding day. Story goes Shannon also claimed to be an innocent, but when the babby popped out weighing a healthy nine pounds six months after the wedding, she was lost for an explanation. Didn’t take a genius to work out she was up the pole before the big day.”

  “He married himself a virginal stripper?” Michael chuckled. “Her legs opened more often than the front door of the local supermarket. So whose baby is it?”

  Manny raised an eyebrow. “The wee mite has a head of dark hair and brown eyes. She swears only one man she slept with would produce a kid that looked like that.”

  Michael’s heart rate lifted and he stopped with his drink halfway to his mouth. Sweat seeped from his pores and he wiped his hand across his top lip. “How old is this kid?”

  “About three now, I think. Are ya saying it’s yours? Her old man is still on the lookout for the culprit. He might be a dry shite but he’s known to give a good belting after a few jars.”

  “I’m saying nothing.”

  His mind whirred as he tried to do the math in his head. When had he gone back to Australia? When had he last shagged Shannon? Surely he’d always worn a condom?

  The music morphed into a new tune and the dancers on stage swapped over. Michael stood rooted to the spot by fear and anxiety as Shannon sauntered toward him. God, had his past come back to haunt him? He should never have been so happy to dip his wick in every available pussy. So what if women threw themselves at him; he could have said no. If he was totally honest, he often worried that one day he would open the door and find a younger version of himself staring back.

  “Michael?” Her voice was deep and husky, but the shiver it sent up his spine was fear not lust.

  “Shannon.”

  She pecked his cheek and whispered, “I’ve got something to show you later.”

  He swallowed and fought the urge to run for the door.

  Chapter 13

  Meg sank lower in the water and sighed. Bliss, pure unadulterated bliss. All the aches and pains from sitting in the one spot for hours on end were melting away. Even her previously numb butt was coming back to life.

  “Comfy?”

  She turned her head and looked up at Sam
. His blue eyes sparkled in the candlelight, and she sighed again as he ran his soapy hands over her tummy and cupped her breasts. Her whole body hummed and her nipples puckered as he teased them with his long fingers.

  How had she lived with Sam for so long and never really seen him? The man was heaven sent. Their relationship might have started with sex but now it was so much more. Sam was the protector of her body, mind and soul. Everything she was belonged to him, yet he never abused the power he had over her. She had never been so well looked after and pampered in her life.

  With a sigh she whispered, “I love you.”

  He chuckled. “I don’t suppose your confession has anything to do with me acting as your personal masseuse and bath pillow?”

  “Nothing at all.”

  Sam stopped soaping her and reached over the side of the bath, retrieving a large bowl and spoon. “Does it have anything to do with the ice cream?”

  “I’d love you without the Chunky Monkey.”

  “You don’t want any, then?” He made like he planned to put it back on the floor but she grabbed his arm.

  “I never said that. I love you more with the Chunky Monkey.”

  He filled the spoon and slipped it between her lips. She couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure as the cool, creamy confection filled her mouth. Most men who thought running a bath and lighting candles was a romantic gesture would go for a bottle of champagne or wine, but Sam knew she was a sucker for ice cream.

  “More?”

  She nodded and opened her mouth, waiting for another spoonful. “Hmm. So, good. So, damn good.”

  “You say the same thing when we make love.”

  “Really? I thought it was more, Sam, Sam, Sam, oh God, Sam.” Her voice got higher and louder with each exclamation.

  “Keep that up and the neighbors will think I’m getting lucky.”

  She wiggled, enjoying the sensation of his dick hardening against her back. “Keep feeding me and you just might.”

  He scraped up the last of the ice cream and fed it to her, and then placed the empty bowl on the floor. “Aren’t you tired?”

  She turned in the huge tub and laid on top of him, her arms wrapped around his neck stroking his sun-kissed, light brown, wavy hair. “Second wind.”

  He ran his hands over her backside and kissed her long and slow, causing a shudder of desire to ripple through her. His tongue was warm and as sweet as any dessert.

  When he broke the kiss she whimpered her disappointment but happily tipped her head to the side when he nibbled his way along her jaw. The pounding of his heart appeared to mirror her own and she throbbed as his cock hardened and pressed into her soft stomach.

  “Meg.”

  She opened her eyes and stared at him, her body heating. Love filled her up and overflowed until she could barely breathe.

  Sam smiled. “Do you want to take this to bed?”

  “Why not stay here and see where the mood takes us?” He pointed at the sign on the vanity unit warning them about flooding the floor. “You don’t think the antique Rococo ceiling below us can take the strain?”

  When he shook his head Meg reluctantly climbed out of the warm water, tugged a towel off the rail and wrapped it around herself before passing one to Sam. The black and white bathroom looked like something from a magazine, and the bedroom with its muted lighting, carved timber four-poster bed and hidden entertainment unit currently playing Nat King Cole was just as gorgeous.

  She had no memory of checking in, but they had hit the romance jackpot. The place must be costing a fortune, even if they were only staying for one night. This was a mission of mercy to save Maud from the indignity of being deported back to Australia to answer charges of hiring a prostitute, not a holiday, and neither of them had cash to waste.

  Her financial woes had led them to where they were now. She could pinpoint the moment her life had started to spiral out of control. Agreeing to help her best friend Laura with her male escort business had set them on the path. She could hardly believe in a matter of weeks she’d been arrested for pimping Michael, and then Maud had moved in with them after being thrown out of the old folks’ home. When she was sure nothing else could go wrong, news of Meg’s arrest caused a rift in her parent’s relationship and her mother had joined the madness by moving into Meg and Sam’s tiny flat as well. As if that wasn’t enough, Maud had decided to inflame the situation further by investing in Male Review, a BDSM themed male strip club. With a court case hanging over her head, mixing drinks behind the bar had been the best job Meg could find, even though it meant working with Michael. Now the horny old lady was on the run with Michael’s uncle.

  With all the crazy in her life Meg had no idea why Sam hadn’t given up on her. She was thankful he not only stayed but also fought to help her unravel the never-ending mess Maud was now creating. Without him, the whole fiasco that had become her life would probably have broken her.

  Sam was the only good thing to happen in her life in months. One drunken teary night she had confessed how pitiful her love life had been to date, and he’d offered to show her how good sex could be. She had never imagined what he had in mind or how quickly their mutual fuckfest would turn to love. Ever since Maud had shown up, opportunities for sex without interruption had been almost nonexistent, and even when they had thought they were alone someone was inevitably spying on them. A night with Sam in this beautiful room would be heaven, but maybe they could swap to something cheaper. Neither of them had cash to splash.

  “Did you book the room? Can we even afford it?”

  Sam tugged at her towel, letting it fall to the floor before lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He deposited her on top of the black silk sheet. “Michael organized it with his cousin, and we’re getting a discount.”

  “Michael? Why?”

  Sam took her hand in his and planted a soft kiss in the middle of her palm. “I don’t want to think about Michael and neither do you.”

  He was right. Michael who? Fingers entwined with Sam’s, she tugged until he fell onto the bed with her. Every nerve ending fired to life and she groaned when he trailed kisses down her neck and then caught her left nipple gently with his teeth. The sensation of pain and pleasure sent a wave of lust rolling through her. Hands fisted in Sam’s hair, she moaned when he turned his attention to her right breast.

  The cool air brushed against her heated pussy as he nudged her legs apart. Wet kisses trailed over her stomach and then warm breath teased her center. She lifted her head and looked down to see Sam staring up from between her thighs. A slow grin spread across his face, and she shuddered when he slowly wiggled his tongue. Her pussy clenched with each flick as she imagined his sinful mouth plundering her body.

  “Hands above your head and don’t move them unless I tell you to.”

  Sam controlled her every move when it came to sex. He’d captured her completely and she did as commanded, usually without thought. Sam chuckled, and every part of her tingled and ached to be touched. She wouldn’t risk disappointment by not doing as she was told.

  The first soft touch of Sam’s warm tongue left her shaking with desire. When he came in for pass number two and gorged himself on her pussy, she fought not to reach down and grab hold of her passionate lover. Sam’s laughter made warmth curl through her abdomen, putting every nerve ending on high alert for any touch, caress or kiss. When nothing happened she let out a low whimper. Her body was primed and ready for action, but apparently Sam intended to torture her some more. A fingertip trailed dangerously close to her throbbing clit and then teased the moist and aching entrance to her pussy before continuing back to where it had started. God, she wanted him. Her whole body shook with need.

  A momentary thought to toss aside the rules and pin him to the bed and screw him like a jackhammer almost brought her undone. She started to move her hands.

  “Uh huh.” A soft slap on her thigh made her jump and spiked her desire up another notch. “Bad girl. Hands back where I told y
ou.”

  Meg untangled her fingers from the cool silk on both sides of her body and placed them back above her head. The torture of her pussy ended, and she held her breath. Hot, damp kisses trailed up her body. Sam’s tongue plundered her belly button, and she shivered as she remembered all the other places his seriously sinful mouth had investigated. A soft bite of her left nipple made her arch her back as she silently begged for more.

  Sam slid his hands over her warm, damp skin, cupping each breast and then pressed himself against her so his hard cock bumped her heated mound. “Do you want me?”

  She swallowed and nodded. A slow smile was her reward before Sam moved down the bed, stopped between her thighs, and sat back on his heels. He reached out and lifted a foil packet. She watched as he sheathed himself.

  “I love you, Meg. You look gorgeous laid out like a feast.”

  She lifted her hips and grinned at him as she swayed her body from side to side. “Hungry?”

  His voice low and gravely, he whispered, “Starving.”

  Sam grabbed her and dragged her butt up his thighs until her legs were entangled around his waist. Then rising to his knees, he took her in one swift motion. Her body convulsed around the welcome invader, and she fought to push back the rising tide of her orgasm. Her body was teetering on the edge of sexual oblivion, but not yet, not yet, not without Sam.

  He pumped his hips like a piston, harder, faster, deeper, and when she thought her heart would explode, and she’d die from the pressure of holding back, he slapped her butt.

  “Over you go, baby.”

  Her cries mingled with his as the pressure released, and her whole body jerked with the intensity of her orgasm. Spent, sweaty and exhausted, she fell limp and barely managed a moan of contentment before a jingle interrupted the moment. Sam got to his feet and lifted her phone off the bedside table.

  “Your mother.” He handed it to Meg. “I guess she can even sense when you’re near my winky from the other side of the world.”

  Meg groaned and hit answer. Would they ever get to enjoy each other without interruption? Her mother’s voice sounded in her ear. She heard the name “Maud” but nothing more. She was too distracted by the view of Sam’s toned, naked butt as he disappeared into the bathroom.