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please their wife. Beck knew that watching Cian fuck their lovely

bride would get him hot and bothered again, but he would survive.

Meg would be tired. She would sleep peacefully between them.

Instead, he would spend his evening dodging questions about

when he would attempt to take back his throne. Beck turned to the

penthouse doors and sighed. Politics. He hated politics, even when

discussing them with family. At least Meg was safe from them. She

was safe and protected on the little farm. Beck took a deep breath and

rejoined his family.

* * * *

Meg came awake to the sound of raucous music. It was cheery

and a little bawdy. She couldn’t understand the lyrics, but she knew

bawdy music when she heard it. Her mouth felt dry, and she

wondered if she’d gone on a bender the night before. She’d had the

strangest dream.

“Head hurt, lover?”

Meg forced her eyes open, and, sure enough, her strange dream

was staring her in the face. He was sitting back in an armchair, one

ankle propped on his knee. He looked like she expected a pasha

would look reclining in his harem. He looked exactly like Beck, but

this man was different. Beck Finn radiated authority and

responsibility. This man just radiated sex.

“Cian?” Could that man sitting there looking at her like he was

going to eat her up really be Cian? There was no cloudiness in his

gray eyes now. They were filled with a sharp intelligence.

“In the flesh, my lover,” he said with a crazy, sexy smile. His

voice was deep, but there was a hint of humor in it. He was dressed in

neatly pressed white pants, dark boots, and a tunic he hadn’t bothered

to tie. It left

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