Barely Breathing by Lacey Thorn Page B

her close as
she began to push her upper body off the bed. “I’ll get coffee and start some
breakfast.” He leaned up and nipped her jaw before kissing her softly on the
lips. “Thank you, Honor.”
    She was befuddled for a moment. No one had ever thanked her
for a blowjob. What did she say?
    “Maybe later, I can return the favor.” His brows wiggled and
he gave her a smack on the ass before lifting her off him and getting out of
the bed.
    His cock hung soft between his thighs but he did nothing to
cover it. He just opened the bedroom door and went out whistling something. She
was so out of her element with him. She recalled her last thought before
falling asleep last night. It had been about how she could easily fall in love
with a man like him. But who was she kidding? There were no other men like
Griff. And she was already falling.

Chapter Six
     
    “I did a little research last night.” Honor didn’t miss the
exasperated sigh Jack Madigan gave at her words.
    “Research that’s going to bring more trouble?”
    “No.” Vince was already after her.
    “Let’s start from the beginning. Tell me everything you know
and be honest. I have to know all of it if I’m going to help you out.” Jack
crossed his arm and sat back in his chair. She let her gaze dart around.
    When she and Griff had walked in she’d expected to be led
straight to Jack Madigan’s office. Instead Griff had taken her to a conference
room, got her another cup of coffee and left her there to get comfortable while
he “rounded everyone up”. Everyone was apparently Mr. Madigan, Griff, Chetan
Donavan and Roman Davis. It was a little intimidating. Especially when they
were all looking at her so intently. Plus, she wasn’t sure how comfortable she
was talking about a man she’d been duped by and almost slept with in front of
the guy she was currently having sex with. As if her life wasn’t complicated
enough.
    “When Stace left my dad, I was forced out as well.”
    “Why?” Roman Davis was the one who asked the question.
    She shrugged. “Daddy decided it was a good time for me to
have a normal life. Date, get married, have kids and all that shit.” She would
not look at Griff sitting beside her. It was bad enough she could feel the heat
of his body washing over her.
    “Your dad wanted you safe.” Jack Madigan nodded his head as
if it made perfect sense to him. Which, considering he had a daughter of his
own, it might.
    “You can’t raise a person to be one way and then expect them
to change because you’ve decided they should.”
    “Very true.” Mr. Davis again.
    “Thanks, Mr. Davis.”
    He chuckled. “Roman. No one calls me Mr. Davis.”
    “Roman.”
    “Let’s deal with names first. I’m Jack, or Midnight if you
prefer. Chetan, Roman and you met Griff last night.” She fought not to blush as
Jack made quick work of the introductions. Oh, she’d met Griff last night all
right. And again this morning. Twice. She bit her tongue to hold back the sigh.
Fuck! She would not sigh about it.
    “Thank you.” She managed to get the words out and ignore the
way Griff’s hand had found her thigh under the table. His fingers were making
lazy circles over her jeans and it took all she had not to purr and shift
closer. Double fuck. The man was absolutely lethal.
    She cleared her throat and nonchalantly shifted her legs,
knocking Griff’s hand off and crossing her legs away from him.
    “So Stace leaves and my dad decides I need to as well. I
helped close out a few open files, put some new ones together and he cut me
off.”
    “I’ve seen how good you are.” Roman met her eyes.
    “You made the virus that hard killed my desktop?”
    “Yes.”
    “It was amazing. I’d love to see how you put it together.”
    “Honor.” Jack cleared his throat. “Back to what you were
telling us. Probably not best to remind me of your little breaking into secure
files when you’re asking for help.”
    Roman winked at her and she bit her lip.