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I looked at him trying to tell what it was.

I sighed and lay back on the bed. “Was it something or someone that doesn’t matter to us? Like a stupid brain hassle from the past like I get sometimes? Or is it bigger and we need to talk it through?”

“Twas much less than that, Kaitlyn. Twas nothin’ tae talk through.”

“Good, because that was the best date of my life. And it was with my husband. And it wasn’t even a date, he came and picked me up in a limo. I want this night to keep going like that because we deserve some happiness: a night without the past, or drama, or tearful discussions. But if it is important, if it’s something that you need to talk about, I will try to listen. Or Zach. Maybe Zach would be better if it involves...”

“I daena need tae talk of it. I will if I need tae, but I daena, I promise, mo reul-iuil. And it has been one of the great nights for me too.”

“Okay, good. Then let’s get back to it.” I climbed to my knees and started pulling his shirt off over his head. I kissed his chest and felt him relax, his arms went around me.

His fingers fumbled with my zipper. “I daena — can ye turn around?”

I turned and swept my hair over my shoulder.

He pushed and pulled on the top of the zipper and mumbled, “Tis a marvel.”

“What is, the zipper?”

“Och aye,” he pulled at the top. “But...”

“Having trouble back there? You have to pull the lever up. That unlocks it and you glide the whole thing down.”

He jiggled for a moment, then I felt the zipper pull down. He chuckled. The zipper went up and back down as he investigated it. Then with a quick scoop my dress was off and tossed across the floor. A hand on my breast the other arm around, lips on my neck.

I turned and started working on his belt but had trouble concentrating because he was super handsy — touching me everywhere, I couldn’t get his kilt freaking off. “I can’t—” I pulled away to focus on the belt.

He chuckled and helped me fumble with it. “I daena ken the sense of it.”

“We’re drunk.”

“Aye, but tis necessary tae—” His belt pulled away and his kilt dropped to the ground.

“Jesus Christ, Magnus.”

He looked down. “I have a terrific need for ye, mo reul-iuil.”

“I can see. I thought you weren’t wearing your sword to the strip club tonight?”

He scooped me down to my back on the bed. There was no pressing against him, he only fit between my legs, which was hilarious. I stifled my giggles. “Have you had this boner the whole night, is this what seeing strippers does to you?”

His mouth against my neck he chuckled. “I dinna open my eyes in the club.”

I swatted his back playfully.

He said, “I want tae spend some time on ye, I also daena have the time⁠—”

I squirmed up a bit pulling away from his insistent prick. Putting him at chest-level. “I don’t know, you’ve been in a club all night⁠—”

“Twas nae all night.” His voice came from his chest, like from within a struggle, holding himself back, fighting to stay on top of it. His breath through his nose, came bullish and desperate. He kissed my breast, closed his eyes. “I left early tae come for ye, I dinna⁠—”

“But still, you might have to beg nicely, Master Magnus. I might not be in the mood.”

He groaned and placed his lips around my nipple, his fingers flitted and played between my legs. I watched his face, the struggle on it, and ran my hands down his shoulders. He closed his eyes and moaned.

“You want me?”

“Och, aye.”