Chapter Four
Finn
To sayI was annoyed at the delay was an understatement.
I wanted Aoife underneath me the second I made it to my penthouse. Instead, I was going to have to deal with my cranky boss—because guys like me answered to three people. The boss, the IRS—from time to time—and God himself.
Which meant even though I wanted to fuck Aoife more than I wanted my next breath, I had to deal with Aidan and whatever hissy fit he was going through right now, when all I wanted to deal with was my aching cock.
I felt like I’d endured hours of foreplay already.
Just the time spent with this woman had built to this moment, like a towering crescendo that had soared and soared, just waiting for everything to come tumbling down.
My skin felt taut, my body too hot as I helped Aoife out of the car. She was so fucking small and dainty that everything inside me wanted to protect her. I hadn’t felt like that about a woman since my mother, and there was no way I was thinking about that stupid bitch right now. Talk about a way to make my cock deflate.
Still, Aoife was fragile. Not just in body but in mind. I couldn’t say I’d broken her because I hadn’t. I guess I’d broken her will. But at least shit was straight between us.
I could have fucked her, enjoyed the fuck, and then revealed my intentions. Instead, I’d been relatively open and honest.
The only thing I hadn’t declared outright?
How long she’d be in my bed.
I couldn’t put a time frame on something I didn’t have an answer to.
If she was crap in bed, then I’d let her go after one screw. But if, as I suspected, things were awesome between us, no way was I doing away with my leverage. Not if these sparks between us could morph into an out-an-out inferno.
See, ironically enough, I liked Senator Alan Davidson. Or I had until I’d learned the bastard was schtupping my woman.
He was good for my business with his policies, and as such, the news of just how I was using Aoife for my own gain would never come to light.
Having a politician in my pocket would make me look like the golden boy in Aidan Sr.’s eyes, but I wasn’t tempted.
I made the man enough money to have his respect—more than that, I laundered nearly sixty percent of his capital with Conor’s help. We were both the financial brains behind Acuig, but we were a team. We bounced off each other, always had.
Aidan would love to have a Senator, one who wanted to rise to the White House, in his back pocket, but I didn’t want that.
It wasn’t that I had a conscience.
I didn’t.
Leverage was leverage, and business was business.
But I knew, in my gut—and I trusted my gut. It had saved my life too many times to ignore—that blackmailing a man like Davidson would go nowhere.
There was a reason I’d liked the dick before today. That reason? He was a career Army man, who’d served during Desert Storm and had served his dues to this country. Any man deserved respect for that alone. More than that, as a politician, he’d seemed inviolate.
Sure, every man had some secrets, especially after getting into the down and dirty game of politics, and I didn’t even begrudge the man for having a little something-something on the side. I only begrudged the fact it was this woman.
Possessive and stupid?
Sure.
Was I thinking with my cock?
Definitely.
Still, there was a reason Davidson was where he was. Until now, his reputation had been lily white. I was under no illusion that Aidan would want to get his claws into the Senator, but a guy like Davidson? He’d bite back.