In his speech, Finn calls Liam, “The greatest man I haver had the privilege to know. And now, maybe the happiest.”
Liam calls me his queen and he says, “I found something now that’s better than building empires. I’m going to start a family, all over again.”
But, through the sumptuous lunch with about a hundred guests, what I really can’t wait for is to get my hands on him. Feel the crack of his belt on my thighs. I need to feel him slap my ass while I squeeze his hot cock between my tits.
When we finally get to the room and rip off each other’s clothes, he wrestles me into place on top of him.
“I’ll let you suck on my cock all you like. But only while I’ve got your clit between my lips. And maybe a finger or two up your ass.”
“It’s so hard to concentrate with your tongue in my cunt.” I keep spiraling off into spasms of orgasm. “You suck on my pussy and I lose all co-ordination.”
“And when you come, you splash your honey in my mouth. Even harder when I spank your red-raw ass.”
“But it means it takes me forever to make you come.”
“It’s all win-win. You’re the best thrill-ride I ever had. Now suck. Deep and hard. Gobble me till you gag. I love that.”
“I love you, bear.”
“And I love you, my butterfly.”
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Epilogue
Finn
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The day after Liam’s wedding, I’m packing to fly back to Boston when he calls me. Sends a car to drive me over to his villa.
Over a whiskey, he tells me, “I’ll be away a couple of weeks, Finn. While I’m on my honeymoon, I need a favor.”
“Anything, boss.”
He hands me a tablet. “On here are photos and some video of a girl.”
The first video is of a woman. She grabs my attention instantly.
From the look in her eyes, if you called her a girl, she’d be likely to knock you down. To say she was striking would be an understatement.
She’s big in all the right paces. And tall. Waves of dark hair flow round her pointed face. Her lips are like ripe cherries and her eyes would wake the dead.
And she swaggers like a gypsy queen.
Damn.
“Mia Moretti,” Liam tells me.
Double damn.
The implications of her name alone have me sitting up. A daughter of the Morettis. The biggest and most threatening rival family Liam and the O’Malleys have in Vegas.
“She’s gone missing. I need you to find her.”
My eyebrows lift. “Is that all?”
“No. You have to do it without letting anyone know, and especially, don’t let anyone know that you’re doing it for me.”
“Oh, okay,” on the screen, a dark smile crosses Mia Moretti’s lips. My cock thickens and rises to salute her. “So. Nothing much, then.”
Liam’s eyes hold mine.
He asks me, “Can you do it?”
“Has she gone on the run of her own accord?”
Liam nods.
“So, she’s in hiding.”
He nods again.
“A missing girl from a major crime family. Well resourced and hiding out, in Las Vegas.” I’ve had to make a speciality out of finding people. Especially people who don’t want to be found. I shrug, “Should be do-able.” I ask him, “And, what will I do when I find her?”
“Call me.”
I know there’s going to be significantly more to it than that.
I keep the tablet, but I don’t need it.
Not to remember her. My mind has the image burned in, the smoldering eyes and the swish and swagger of Mia Moretti.
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