Polly's Boys

Family Observations

Family Observations

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"I need a final number Sr." Ruth, their poor old maid was at her wits end with her newly rich gangster employer.

She'd followed him around the large mansion all morning begging for numbers. He definitely didn't have the upper crust breeding or training rather of his twin brother. Ruth had previously been employed by the other, this brother was going to be the death of her.

The mistress, Winter St. Clair, had helped call florists, caterers and arrange the party. She'd done her part to help for the arrival of his family.

Now Ruth just needed an idea on how many servers and maids to deploy. It was a quick answer but as always, the younger man was too preoccupied hunting down his beautiful bride like a bloodhound to answer her. Her hair was greying quicker than it needed to.

"Four, four people Ruth, Geez." He snapped and bit into a red apple. He was buzzing with irritation himself. Winter was on the phone talking about a tour this summer. Everyone knew he didn't do well being separated from her for hours let alone months.

"Dev relax, Ruth I'm sorry for him. He has family coming to stay so he's just wound up." Winter apologized to her man and hugged the older woman. At least someone appreciated her. Mrs. Winter, as she was known in her own home, had appeared from the home office. Devlin was standing by the foyer to catch her.

"Hey! Brat, you don't apologize for me." He said coming forward and slapped her on the bum earning an indignant glare. He hid his grin best he could behind the apple. She wanted to kill him. Winter and Ruth look at him astounded at his behavior. He had a plan however unbeknownst to them.

"Devlin!" She yelled at him. She actually yelled. It was on now. She hated being reprimanded, even playfully in front of the staff. She'd run him at the orphanage. He repaid that in full daily.

"You need that attitude fucked out of you little Mrs." He tossed the apple into a planter, uncaring where it went. He towered over her like a tattooed giant. At 6'1 to her five feet and a few inches, she looked like an indignant child next to him. Her little lip jutted out. He squeezed her tighter knowing that when she was held still too long she got testy.

"Oh, I'm the one with the attitude." She asked, tossing her hands into the air in exasperation.

Devlin darkly chuckled. Winter's eyes went wide at the realization that he baited her.

"What time is it?" Winter asked in a panic. She was hoping it was close to the arrival time Polly and Micahel had set to arrive. It was not.

"Time for you to get into my office and bend over my desk." Devlin growled huskily into her ear.

"Dev!" No one in the house even battered an eyelash as he tossed her over her shoulder begging and pleading as he carried her past the grand staircase.

He laughed as he carried her into the office and locked the door.

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"Desk now you sassy little girl." He had a firm hold still on her tiny waist and he unceremoniously deposited her firmly on his oak desk. She sat stunned and facing him blinking rapidly.

"What has gotten into you?" She asked excitedly. Things had been slow and tender, raw between them since the tour. We'll since the gun incident when he'd mistaken her for an enemy. To be fair, he hadn't been expecting her.

"Me, you're the one with the attitude?" He challenged quickly settling between open thighs. He slid her powder blue silk dress up. He loved catching flashes on her garters.