I remain quiet as he continues to speak.
“That being said, Bridget, I’ve never wanted to be tied to a woman until I saw you climbing down the trellis. Seeing you do something so stupid determined to find your freedom, I knew you were it for me. I get what that bitch did has caused you to have doubts in your head about if I’ll be true to you. But I’m tellin’ you now, I mean what I say and you don’t have anything to worry about. Your lips,” he murmurs, pressing his mouth to mine for a chaste kiss. “Your body,” he says just as quietly, moving his lips down to the crease where my neck meets my shoulder. “Your pussy,” he says, rocking my hips against his shaft. “Is all I want. You, mo chuisle, are mine and the only one I intend to sink my dick in. No other woman compares to you.”
Tears well in my eyes and I’m not sure I can stop them from spilling. All I’ve ever wanted is to have my freedom, to be who I am, and to find someone who wanted me for me.
“Do you understand what I’m saying, sweetness?” he asks.
“Y-yes,” I say, my breath hitching in the midst of the word. Leaning forward, I press myself into him. “I believe you but I’m still confused by all of this. You make me feel things I didn’t think I could where you’re concerned. I thought I’d want to run away the moment my feet hit the pavement here, and I wanted to after what that . . . bréagán . . . what I walked in on in the hospital room. You don’t understand how scared I was when Kean stabbed you. I wish I’d killed him.”
“Bridget, is this what’s really getting to you? You’re scared?” he asks knowingly, and I nod against his chest. “You’ve nothing to fear. Not me cheating on you. Not another woman taking me from you. And definitely not Kean. He might have been able to get me once but it won’t happen again. I’m not going to let him get you. You’re my wife, and I’ll protect you at all costs. Same goes for my men. No one will allow Kean the chance to take you.”
Sliding a hand up my spine, he reaches up and grasps my hair in his fist. Dean gently pulls my head back in order to see my face. “Trust me, mo chuisle, and you won’t regret it,” he rasps.
I gaze deep into the depths of his dark eyes and I see the truth deep within. He means what he says and I do something I pray I don’t regret.
“Okay, I’ll trust you,” I whisper.
“Good girl, Bridget. Now we have a meeting to attend to then after I’m taking you home,” he announces, sliding me off his lap and standing. Dean then pulls me up with him and wraps his arm around my waist.
“Um, I could wait in here,” I murmur, unsure of if I want to go out there and see just how beautiful his employees are.
“Nope, you’re coming with me and I’m not gonna hear any lip. They all need to know who you are as you are now their boss as well,” he states, pulling me from the office, not giving me a chance to say another word.
Chapter 15
Dean
Something about the look of panic in my wife’s eyes has me chuckling when I mention she’s now the women’s boss as well.
With Bridget being my wife, I’m not going to leave her out of things and have her sit at home twiddling her thumbs. No, she needs to have something to do and this will keep her with me. The boys are even bringing a desk into my office for her to be able to sit at and work. She’s now going to be helping me with the things I despise doing most. Such as paperwork.
I place a hand on the lower part of Bridget’s back and guide her out to the main room. The chatter of my employees stops when I enter, though their eyes are on Bridget.
“Who’s this, Mr. O’Connell?” Sapphire asks, and I don’t miss the way she looks between the two of us. She’s another one of the women here who needs to learn her place. I know she’d been hoping I’d fuck her but that isn’t gonna happen.
“Be quiet, Sapphire, and you’ll find out,” Kit-Kat snaps as she joins us in the front. She reaches out a hand to Bridget. “Hi, I’m Kit-Kat. I’m the manager here,” she says gently then looks to me with a wicked grin. She’d seen pictures Mitch sent her of Bridget when her and I got married. I’d had several from her saying I was a lucky bastard for having her and if I didn’t treat her right she’d take her from me.
A chuckle slips past my lips at remembering her text.
“Um, hello,” Bridget murmurs and takes Kit-Kat’s hand to shake it. Kit-Kat smiles even more when she hears my wife’s accent. She’s got a thing for women who have one doesn’t matter what type, but she prefers the Irish accent for some reason. I know this as she’s commented if she got the chance to find someone with such an accent, she’d snag them up in a heartbeat.
Clearing my throat, I pull my wife firmly into my chest and wrap my arms around her to make
