Page 113 of Where We Bloom

“Don’t you do it. Not until you agree.” He pulls out halfway, holding himself away from my clit, and I scowl at him. “Say yes.”

“Fine. Let’s go shopping.”

He slams in but pulls back out again, and I groan in frustration.

“Say it again.”

“I said we could go shopping.”

He shakes his head. “Not that.”

Cupping his cheek, I urge his mouth down to mine, and against his lips, I whisper, “I love you so much, billionaire.”

“A ghrá,” he whispers, his eyes closing. “Mo rúnsearc. A chuisle mo chroi.”

I don’t know what any of the Irish words mean, but I’m so close to tumbling over the edge that I can’t ask. His name is on my lips as I explode, and when the storm is over, he’s brushing his fingertips down my cheek, peppering my face with kisses.

“What did it mean?” I ask. “I’ve never asked what the Irish words mean.”

“A ghráis my love.” He swallows hard. “A chuisle mo chroiis you are the beat of my pulse.”

Wow.

“And the other? The one you’ve used for a long time?”

He tilts his head, watching me intently. “Mo rúnsearcmeans my secret love.”

I feel my eyes widen in surprise. “You’ve been saying that formonths.”

“Aye.” He kisses me, then skims his knuckles down my cheek. “I’ve known for a long time, even if I couldn’t tell you quite yet.”

My stomach growls, making us both laugh.

“Come on, bumble. Let’s feed you, and then we’ll go up to bed for round two.”

“I’m not going to argue with that.”

Connor has my hand in his, and with Miller and Simon walking behind us, he tugs me toward yet another store.

“Okay, this has to stop.”

“What?”

“The shopping. Connor, you already bought me akillerdress, shoes, underwear, and a clutch to go with the dress even though I have plenty of bags at the penthouse. We’re done.”

“Not quite yet, we aren’t.”

I gasp when I realize where we are. “This isCartier,” I whisper-shout at him.

“I’m well aware.” He stops abruptly and presses his lips to my ear. “I was balls deep inside you last night when you agreed to let me dress you from head to toe. That’s what I’m doing. Do we have a problem, angel?”

That firm tone in his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

“No. No problem.”

“Excellent.” He nips my ear. “I love you, you know.”

I can’t help but grin at that. He’s told me no less than ten times today that he loves me, and it never gets old.

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