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Fuck, why is it so hot when she refers to herself as my wife?

“And maybe that's why he pushes you,” she says, unaware that my frustration is now mixed with lust. “If he pushes hard enough, will you just up and leave? Or can he actually trust you to stay even when it gets tough?”

Well…fuck.

All of that makes sense.

Dammit.

“His best friend, his top advisor for years, left to move to America. For a woman,” I tell her.

Her eyes widen. “Oh my God! Oisin! That’s right!”

Of course, she knows Oisin. He’s now in Autre, living with her grandmother’s best friend. Who he met on my grandfather’s first visit to Louisiana when my sister moved there. They fell in love and did the long-distance thing for quite a while but eventually Oisin retired and decided to move to the US to be with Cora.

My grandfather has been a little lost without him. And I know exactly how that feels. My year without Jonah sucked.

“That’s one more reason for him to fear you leaving,” she says.

"You know, princess, for someone who doesn't like words very much, you really are pretty good at them." I’ve told her this before, but she keeps amazing me. I need to encourage her words because I fucking love them.

She takes my hand in hers again and starts for the steps. "Well, I’ve got some more words for you, but they are definitely not appropriate to be said in a hallway where just anyone could walk by.”

“Give me just one,” I urge.

She gives me a sexy little grin. “How about two?”

“Yes.”

“Reverse Princess.”

I growl and lean in, putting my mouth against hers. “We. Are. Doing. That.”

Then I do the only thing I really can—I hoist her over my shoulder and head upstairs.

She's laughing as I toss her on the bed.

“What's this?” she asks.

I'm pulling my shirt off over my head as I tell her, “This is a reward.”

“I like it so far,” she says. “Please tell me what I did so I can do it again and again.”

“Well, I promise to use this reward more than once. You charming my grandfather was a huge fucking turn on, princess.”

“I’m starting to not hate the word princess.” Her voice is husky and soft as her gaze roams over my bare skin.

I can’t describe the emotion that courses through me at those words. “I am very partial to wife, too, though.”

She smiles. “Me too.” She pulls her shirt off. “But I hope being a princess doesn’t mean I can’t still get on my knees for you.”

The heat hits me hard and low. I shove my pants to the floor and move in. “Oh, no, not at all. There’s the Reverse Princess, after all.”

“Ohhhh, the princess kneels in this one?”

“Something like that.”

She laughs as I slide my hands up her legs until I can hook my fingers in the top of her panties and pull them off. When she's naked, I flip her over to her stomach. She kneels without being told. I press a hand between her shoulder blades, lowering her chest to the bed, keeping her gorgeous ass up in the air.

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