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“It’s exactly for that reason,” I say, pulling him across a staff staircase. “Even if someone taps into the security feed, nobody can see where we are, how we got here, or where we’re going. Now shut up and keep walking.”

I drag him by the wrist until we reach a service corridor two doors down.

Once alone, I spin him around and push him against the wall. “What the fuck were you doing?!”

“Me?! What the fuck are you doing, dragging me all the way here?”

I take a step closer. “Don’t change the subject. What the fuck were you doing with Aurelio?”

“We were talking.”

“He had his hands all over you, Cillian. He almost kissed you.”

“And is that a problem?” he asks, challenging me.

“It is a fucking problem!” I growl, taking his gorgeous face in my hands and kissing him.

Cillian responds immediately, curling his hands around my neck and pressing his body harder against mine.

Unlike the kisses we had at the cabin, this one is angry, rough, and desperate. I moan against his lips, and he kisses me deeper, waking a hunger I’ve never felt before.

It’s as if all the pent-up feelings from the last few days and all the jealousy from the last five minutes are pouring into this kiss.

“Cillian…” I pant, grinding against him, and fuck! It feels incredible.

“—not fair, I wanted to help the hot baker today—” says a female voice coming from around the corner, and I curse under my breath.

Cillian breaks the kiss and chuckles. “Ooh! Finni has a fan club.”

“Not that it matters to him,” I say, hugging Cillian to lift him and carry him toward the nearest door.

I pull one of the fancy French doors open and walk out onto a balcony.

“I still can’t believe he’s in love with Logan,” Cil whispers as I close the door and walk us to a hidden corner. “And I can’t believe Logan—”

“Prince…?” I say, sliding my hand over his head and curling my fingers around his ponytail. “Don’t ever talk about other men when you’re in my arms.”

He opens his mouth, probably to tell me off, but I kiss him.

Cillian curls his arms around my neck and kisses me deeper, more desperately this time, and I live for it.

The staff’s voices grow louder, right on the other side of the balcony door.

I spin Cillian around and press him against the stone pillar, using my body to block him from view.

I press his back against the pillar as I continue to lick, bite, and taste his mouth. We kiss, touch, and grind against each other.

It feels so good, so fucking perfect.

But I want more.

I need more.

I reach down to unbutton his trousers, then mine, and I feel something strange in one of my pockets.

I look down and burst out laughing.

“Shh!” Cillian covers my mouth and looks at the door. “They’ll hear you.”