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I don’t care that anyone with a drone or long-lens cameracould see us. All I care about is the magic he’s working with his tongue, and making magic with mine.

My legs shake, my orgasm building with every passing second. I work his cock at an increasingly frantic pace. I’m so close to coming, and I’m determined to drag him into oblivion with me.

‘Ivy,’ his voice is guttural, low and weighted with warning.

I take him as deep as I can, and when the first rope-like spurt hits the back of my throat, primal pleasure ruptures through me. White hot pleasure consumes me as I swallow his release with a sense of satisfaction.

Looks like we’ve both been poisoned, because I’m officially ruined for anyone but him.

Chapter Thirty-Six

CAELON

Ivy knows exactly what to do to make me blow. I love how unashamed she is of her body and her sexuality. How she knows what she wants and takes it. I love the taste of her. The way she trembles when she comes. The way her fingers claw into my thighs as she bucks against my face.

She spins until she’s straddling me, and despite having the most debilitating orgasm of my life, my dick is already stirring again.

‘Ready for round two, old man?’ She shimmies on top of me.

‘You have a thing for old men, don’t you?’ My fingers grip her ass, guiding her onto me.

‘Not, usually,’ she admits. ‘But I have a thing for you.’

Her words stir something in my soul.

I have a thing for her too. A thing that’s growing every damn day. Instead of analysing it, analysing the future, I surrender to the inevitable and let her claim me, one life-affirming inch at a time.

When I’ve proved exactly how capable this “old man” is,–twice–I might add, I order room service. Ivy showers while I pad around the penthouse barefoot, a deep sense of contentment filling my chest.

It’s been so long since I experienced it, I forgot what it felt like. I peek in at the kids, who are spread out like starfish across a queen-sized bed. Orla’s glossy hair falls messily over her forehead and Owen’s small hand rests on that tatty teddy, as usual. At least it smells better since Ivy washed it. I pull the door closed and head in search of a drink.

Ivy saunters in, hair damp, wearing one of her flimsy nighties just as I’m opening a bottle of white wine from our own Provencal vineyards. I’m in the process of building a luxury spa retreat in the region, offering bespoke wine-tasting experiences.

‘Food will be here any minute,’ I say as I pour two glasses.

‘I’m starving.’ She accepts the wine gratefully and sips, a low appreciative moan melting into the glass.

‘Riding a person’s face, then their cock tends to have that effect,’ I tease, feeling a smile stretch across my face. Smiling is something that’s been happening more and more frequently lately. ‘Shall we sit outside?’

‘Sure, it’s such a gorgeous night.’ She strides out onto the terrace and rests her elbows on the glass balustrade as she gazes out over the sea. A myriad of stars decorate the sky. Moonlight cascades over the water, the soothing sounds of the waves providing the perfect soundtrack to what has been a perfect night. Away from Dublin, away from the house, I feel… lighter.

No, that’s not right. It’s not being away from the house.

I’ve been here all week, and between work and watching the cameras at home, the load was heavy.

It’s Ivy’s presence that makes me feel lighter. Ivy and the kids.

I step outside, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

‘This is the perfect temperature.’ Ivy inhales the balmy evening air and breathes out a happy sigh.

‘It’s perfect now. Earlier, it was like a sauna.’ Though it wasn’t nearly as hot as her sitting on my face. ‘How do you fancy a boat trip tomorrow? I have meetings all morning, but I can get away in the afternoon.’ I can pretend it’s for her sake, but really, it’s for mine. I want to be with her every minute of the fucking day and night, and the feeling is escalating. ‘I can arrange a sitter for the kids.’

‘Iamthe sitter.’ She eyes me over the rim of her glass.

‘We both know you’re so much more than that.’ Again, those three little words linger like heart-shaped balloons between us, yet I can’t quite bring myself to say them.

A genuine smile lifts her lips. ‘Still, I think we should take the kids.’

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