The Seduction (Finding Forever #2) - Jessie Jones Page 0,5

multiple women in the past, but none of them set his soul on fire like Gillian. The woman may be angry at him, but she couldn't hide her desire for him. All he had to do was unzip his pants and slip inside of her. Patrick's cock literally pulsed with that thought. He was so caught up in her that he did not hear his brother walk up behind him.

"Pat, get a grip on yourself, mate," John whispered from behind him in Gaelic. "There will be plenty of time for that later, I promise."

The Irishman gritted his teeth before he pushed his clothed dick against Gillian's core once more before capturing her mouth. Why did he seem to have no self-control with the American doctor? Gillian had to be some type of witch, casting a spell over him and John. Releasing her legs, Patrick growled once more before abruptly turning from her to stalk over to the bar and pour himself a drink.

Gillian tried to regain her composure as she pushed down her dress and pushed back her hair. Casting her emerald eyes down, she felt mortified and could feel all of the men staring a hole through her. So much for standing her ground with Patrick. She could not believe that she had just let the Irishman do that to her in front of strangers!

John could see Gillian wrestling with her emotions. He lifted her chin and stared into her emerald eyes for a moment. "Are you all right?" he asked in concern. When Gillian nodded her head and looked away, John wrapped his arms around her and said, "Don't be embarrassed, kitten. What happens in this room stays in this room."

"I need a minute," Gillian said softly as she tried to pull away from John and leave the room. When he wouldn't let go, and his hold on her tightened, she said "Let go of me, dammit."

"No," John said flatly as he pushed his body against hers. "You're not going anywhere, Gillian. You have nothing to be ashamed of; we are all adults in this room."

"I'm not a whore, John!" she bit out quietly, angry at the way her body was responding to him. She knew that if he pressed it, she would let him fuck her right here. Even though she could not see around his mountainous body, Gillian knew the other men were watching her intently. Thinking back to the conversation the women were having in the bathroom, she said, "You're not going to share me with your friends, either. If that is your intention, then I'm leaving right now, with or without your permission! There are plenty of other women here who will gladly sleep with you and your friends."

"Share you?" John growled as he roughly gripped her upper arms. What the fuck was she talking about? Why was she suddenly so angry at him? The woman was a whirlwind of emotions that he did not understand. "Where the hell is this coming from? Did someone say something to you?"

"No but as I'm sure you know, John, you are quite popular with the ladies. I have heard several of them talking about their sexual encounters with you and your friends," Gillian replied coldly as her eyes shot daggers at him.

"Fuck those stupid bitches!" John shouted angrily, not understanding where her anger was coming from. Couldn't she see how much he wanted her? "I never said I was an innocent man, Gillian. I enjoy sex and frequently. I have fucked several women in my past and have shared them but only because they wanted me to! As for you, sweet kitten, let me be clear about one thing. I have no intentions of sharing you with anyone other than Pat. I told you earlier, I know you're not a damn whore! Refer to yourself as that again and see what happens."

Gillian stood there for a moment and watched his dark, chestnut eyes. She clearly had pissed him off, but she could see the sincerity of his words etched in his face. John didn't think she was a whore, but he wanted her, although she didn't understand why just yet. Gillian knew John wasn't innocent. Of course, a man like John had slept with multiple women. He was the ultimate bad boy, rich, gorgeous, damaged, and dangerous. Somehow, Gillian knew that there was much more to the Brit that was hidden right under the surface. Although he was rough with her, there was a tenderness to his