Page 62 of Carnal Wagers

“What if I say no?” She panted against me.

“Fuck.” I really hoped she wasn’t serious after that display.

“Aww,” she drawled. “I didn’t realize I got you this heated up.”

“You know exactly what you’ve done, woman,” I growled.

“Did I really manage to break the great Cillian O’Leary’s stony demeanor in one hour?”

“I’m about to break you in.”

“Not here. Not with all this…”

She swept a hand over the mess behind us I’d forgotten. It seemed to be a pattern for us. Fuck if I cared right now, with my balls aching to high heaven and back.

“At least have the decency to take me to the car.”

I pinched her chin. “Next, you’ll be asking me to wine and dine you. Is that it, síbhean? That why you’ve been following me?”

“You don’t seem like the candles-and-roses type. I doubt you have the heart for it.”

“You’d be right, but if you give me your name, I’ll give you just about anything you want right now.” For emphasis, I pressed my hard shaft between her legs.

“How lecherous of you.”

“Aye, that’s your doing.”

“Then call me Alice and have your wicked way with me.”

Her gaze was expectant as she said it in that delectable accent of hers.

I repeated the name, tasting it. “Alice. Is there a last name?”

A strange expression broke across her face before disappearing just as quickly.

“Marine.”

“Alice Marine. It’s too sweet a name to suit you.” I wrapped my arms around her waist, and her legs went around my hips. “So now that I’ve caught myself a fairy…”

I twisted us around to sit her against the hood of the SUV, but not before I realized that her accomplice no longer lay where we’d left him. In fact, there was no sight of him at all. She was a cunning, mischievous fairy indeed, keeping me busy and preoccupied.

“A very, very naughty one at that. What do I do with you? You might need some caging.”

“Don’t press your luck.”

My hand drifted to her throat, lifting her chin. “Or maybe I kill you now and save myself the trouble.”

“Is that your answer to everything?”

“It certainly simplifies things.”

She huffed. “Seems to be more work and cleanup. Look at all this. Blood, bodies, and evidence everywhere. It’s a forensic investigator’s dream. Knocking them unconscious would have been more practical.”

“Aye, but shite craic.”

“Men and your gore. There’s never a peaceful solution with you.”

“Is that your aim when you sell your chemicals to the highest bidder? Peace?”