each man’s gaze for a moment. Joking with him was fine but flirting with his woman? If the shits kept that up he would replace every one of them. They lowered their stares and exited the room. “Forget about Marty. Krank , take care of my business without him.” Kieran rose and touched the last fella’s elbow. “Esteban?” “Yeah?” “Watch Martin. I want to know what he’s done in the last twenty-four hours.” He tightened his grip on the Hispanic’s arm. “Keep this between us.” Esteban pressed his lips together and nodded. Rica rested her hip on the side of the desk. “I tried calling you from downstairs. Your voicemail did come on.” “I know. My phone is on do not disturb . Martin was already here. He had no reason to leave.” Kieran closed the space between them. “Strip.” “Why?” She lifted her chin. “I have some work to do, and you’re going to keep me company.” Her defiance set him on edge. “Close the door, take off your clothes and lay across my desk, now.” “And you expect me to just fall in line with your grocery list of demands?” She brushed her palms across her jeans. “Wow, it’s dusty in here.” “Rica, I’m losing patience.” He reached for the hem of her T-shirt. “What’s got you all up in your feels?” She covered his hands with hers. “Flirting with another man will get them killed.” He jerked her forward. “And I will enjoy making them an example of my depravity. Do you want to find out how crazy I can get?” “Like I would want anyone in your crew.” She shook her head. “We were just having a little fun.” “You have till the count of five.” He slid his fingers into the waistband of her pants. “One.” “Say please.” “Two.” “Kieran.” “Three. I will fuck you with the door open, and I give less than a fuck who see us.” “But…” “Four. She stood up abruptly and walked to the door, shutting it soundly. “You’re a dick.” “Say that while I’m inside you.” He pulled the holster free from his back and set it on the desk before taking a seat. Kieran rolled up his sleeves, and the inked images on his arm danced as he flexed. “Take off your clothes before I do it for you.” Rica unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them over ample hips. “Panties?” She rumbled low in her throat. “Honestly.” He gripped the arms of his chair. Kieran pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. “All right, all right.” She lifted her hands and waved them downward. He relaxed. She curled her fingers through the elastic and did a little shimmy. Her underwear dropped on top of the denim. Rica clutched the hem of her shirt and heaved it over her head. Her braids broke free of the neckline in a waterfall of plaits. She grasped a handful of hair and tossed the locks behind her. Ample breasts were half covered by a shiny pink material. Rica reached behind her and the straps to her bra loosened. She leaned forward and tugged at the cups, freeing her mounds. “Lay across the edge of the desk, flat on your back.” He reached for his briefcase and pulled out a few files. “How long?” She climbed up on the furniture and twisted around. Rica lay down and bent her legs at the knees. “Satisfied?” He set his elbows on the smooth surface and leaned forward. “Very.” Kieran leaned back and picked up the documents he needed to go over. *** The furnace kicked on and heat flowed over exposed skin. Her nipples tightened into rigid peaks, and she eased on her side away from Kieran. “Stop fidgeting.” “You didn’t answer my question. How long?” She flipped to face him. “Why didn’t you tell me Paddy threatened you?” He set the papers down in front of him. “Your dad is a pathetic old man with a gang who is just as ancient. I didn’t take him seriously.” She rested her chin in her palm. “You need to, and I shouldn’t have heard about the meeting through a third party.” “Roscoe is worse than