Page 9 of Her Irish Twins

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Page 9 of Her Irish Twins

“We’ll find him,” I growl.

She nods again. “So, you had me under surveillance?”

“We didn’t know if you were with law enforcement or not,” I growl quietly. “It had to be done.”

She swallows, avoiding my eyes.

“So, like, what kind of surveillance?”

I clear my throat, thinking back to less than an hour ago, when we were watching this fucking goddess touch herself in the shower.

“Just… surveillance.”

“Like following me?”

“A bit, yeah.”

“Were you…” she frowns, biting her lip and still looking down. “Were you bugging me?”

“Like your phone? No.”

She nods. “And what about anything else.”

“Such as.”

She shrugs, avoiding my eyes. “Like, my room, I mean.” She finally looks up, her face red as she meets my eyes. “Were you watching me in my room?”

I don’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

Her face burns hotly.

“So, you saw… I mean, when I was changing…”

“Yes.”

She looks down, her face hot. “Were you just watching the bedroom?”

“No.”

Her eyes widen as she yanks her gaze back to mine. “Wait, were you… I mean… you weren’t…”

“We were,” I growl darkly. “The shower, I mean.”

Her breath catches, her face turning pure crimson. But I just hold her wide-eyed look and move into her, my pulse roaring and my muscles tensing. I move right into her, and she gasps quietly as my hands slide to her waist, holding her like she belongs to me.

“You…” she stammers quietly, her breath coming fast and deep. “When I was…”

“Yes,” I growl.

I lean down, our eyes lock, and before I know it, I’m going in for the kiss, come what may, and damn the fucking consequences. My lips crush to hers, and I half except her to slap me, but damn if she doesn’t melt into me. She moans softly, sinking into me and letting her hands move to my waist as I kiss her slow and deep and hard.

She whimpers into my mouth, gasping as I groan into hers and hold her tight. Her lips part for my tongue, and my pulse races like mad as I fucking lose it with her.

And then suddenly, the bathroom door pushes open.

Charlotte gasps and yanks away from me, touching her lips as her face burns bright red. Her eyes and mine swivel to the door to see Gavin standing there looking amused, a smirk on his face.




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