Preparations

Liam O’Grady woke up with a stiff shaft.

And he knew he had been dreaming about a beautiful, olive-skinned virgin, her eyes like molten chocolate, her hair, all those deep chestnut waves, spread out across his bed, as she lay, her full breasts peaking. She had been staring at him, her plump lips parted and he had wanted to decide whether he was going to f*ck her wet pus*y, or her lovely mouth when his phone trilled loudly at his ear.

Swearing loudly, like a trooper, the Mafia Don sat up.

Bleakly, he peered at the caller’s name that popped up and his scowl became even more ferocious. Paige Hardy. He had left her at the party, unable to continue to pretend that she was doing anything for him and had left with Finn, who was as unperturbed as ever. Finn St Just did not think much of Paige, anyways!

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Now she was probably calling to whine and make him feel guilty for leaving her high and dry.

He threw the phone across the bed and rose, stretching his muscular body. He was going to hi