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“I do,” he says with a smirk.

Right, I never got a chance to read the prenup I was forced to sign right before the rushed wedding ceremony. I’m guessing it wasn’t very favorable. He gave me the name O’Rourke and nothing else, as far as assets. I’m not sure what I need in my name if he’s committing to give me whatever I want.

If I had the chance to sit and discuss it, if it wasn’t so rushed, I might have had the forethought to ask for time to get pregnant. Or at least set an expectation. Too late now.

Or is it?

Kieran helps me up the short set of airstairs, and the rich smell of steel hits me. I’ve been in a helicopter before. Rentals that took my father, my mother, and me to Nantucket a few times in the summer. This one is luxurious, with a separate compartment. The rear one that Kieran leads me to has leather-tufted seats, plush carpet, even two televisions. Heaven forbid one O’Rourke gets to watch television and the other doesn’t.

On one side, there are two bucket seats, but the other side has a loveseat. We sit in the two individual seats for lift-off because they have seat belts. The loveseat doesn’t.

“Don’t we need headgear?” I ask him.

“No. This section is soundproof. Lachlan is in the cabin in front of us. If there’s an issue, he’ll come get us.” He buckles me in, and I pull his face down to kiss him. “This is such an amazing surprise.”

We lift off, and my stomach drops, but it’s exciting. It feels like a roller coaster climbing a steep hill.

There’s a console between us in the two seats, but Kieran leans over. “So, we can look at the view or we can fuck on that couch over there,” he growls in my ear.

I shiver at his words. Patting my cheek with my finger, I say, “Is this the only time I’ll be in this thing?”

“No,” he answers, smiling. “We can take rides whenever you want.”

“And if you’re busy?”

“I’ll make time for you. I promise.”

Within seconds, I hear his seat belt clang open. “No. It’s too dangerous. Let’s just look at all the lights.” I try to push him back into the seat.

“I’m fine. I trust the pilot. And Lachlan.”

“Then I trust them, too. I trustyou,Kieran.”

“Good, now spread those thighs for me. Nice and wide. I want to make you come with my mouth.” His face turns serious and deadly.

Heat rushes through every corner of me, especially my cheeks, which flame hot. Smirking, I pull the dress up past my knees and spread my bare thighs. I didn’t bother with pantihose, and my shoes are open-toe, strappy stilettos.

Kieran’s gaze drops to my lap as he grips my thong. “Up.” It’s all he has to say, and I lift my hips for him to remove my lace thong. “Jaysus, you’re so beautiful. And mine.” He forcibly pushes my legs open wider and strokes me.

“Please do that again,” I beg, loving how it feels.

“I created a monster.” He lowers his head until I feel his breath on my pussy. “Mmmm,” he groans, inhaling my scent. “So fucking sweet.” His entire mouth closes around my opening, and he suckles, drawing a gasp from me.

“Right there. Yes. That’s amazing.”

“Say it loud, bella. They know what we’re doing back here.”

“You want your brother to hear me?”

“Why not?” he says wryly.

Admittedly, the idea that Lachlan could hear his brother, his king, getting his queen off, sends shivers through me. Kieran goes to work, using the flat end of his tongue to lave me, while poking the tip inside, teasing me.

I lift my leg and let out a whimper that has him moaning against my skin. As I curl my hips, he works his tongue up and down the entire length of my slit, grunting like an animal about to annihilate his prey. These orgasms destroy me, and he knows it.

Slipping his tongue inside me, after working me up, sends a rush of heat and electricity through me. I can’t control myself. I cry out.

He works his tongue in circles around my clit, and it’s too much for me. I grip his hair, the soft ebony waves always styled perfectly, except when they’re slicked back after his shower.

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