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I do. I squeeze him tighter as I stroke him harder and then lick him again, sucking on the tip firmly. I lick the head, suck, then drag my tongue down his length, before repeating the whole pattern again.

“Fuck, Duchess,” he praises. “I love your mouth. That sassy tongue of yours, that says the most amazing, brilliant things, up against my cock, sucking me like you can’t get enough is a filthy fantasy come true.”

I pull off of him. “I want you to feel good. I want to doeverythingthat makes you happy.”

He chuckles, but it sounds almost pained. “Oh, honey, you fucking do. And we’re going to have so much fun.”

“We’re going to do more? You’ll teach me more?”

“Yes. I am going to teach you so many things.”

“I want to do it all.”

He shakes his head as he pulls in a breath. “Dream girl.” Then he tugs on my hair a little harder as he leans forward. His mouth is nearly on mine. “But now I need to make you come again so that I can fully, finally, make you mine.”

“Oh yes.” I press my thighs together, already feeling the buildup of heat and tingles.

“Just tell me what to do,” I tell him.

“Bed. Now.”

Chapter24

Jonah

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Iyank my pants up so I can follow Linnea into the bedroom, but I shed my shirt, dropping it next to the couch.

I watch the sway of her hips, the confidence with which she carries herself, even bare naked, across the room.

She sits on the edge of the mattress and then lies back as I stalk toward her.

Without looking away from her, I pull out my wallet and retrieve the two condoms I carry before shucking out of my jeans and boxers. I toss the condoms on the bed next to the gorgeous brunette who is too damned good for me but who I am going to take and claim and make mine and to hell with the rest of the world.

I kick my jeans toward the door, then put one knee on the mattress next to her, leaning in to stroke my hand from her ankle to her hip.

In the back of my mind, I realize that as of tonight, both Linnea’s and my life are going to get so much more complicated. But looking down at the woman who is gazing up at me with a mix of lust and love, I don’t care.

Not only am I going to make her mine, but I’m hers.

Whatever that means to my future.

If I have to leave my post with Torin, I have to trust that Iris and the rest of them will be sure there’s someone there to take care of him.

I have to trust that our friendship is strong enough that Torin will still reach out to me when he needs me.

And I have to trust that once he’s king, he’ll bring us both back. I know Torin values us. He’ll fight for us.

And as much as I want to believe that Diarmuid loves Linnea enough to let her go if she truly falls in love, I know that Torin will do the same for me. He’ll help me figure this out.

My big, main boss on the other hand, is another story.

I could very well lose my job. At least for a while.

But there’s nothing that’s going to keep me from this woman.

She’s lying on the white sheets, her dark hair spilling around her like ink on paper, creamy skin, hard pink nipples, wet, pink pussy all ready for me, all mine.

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