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“I’m good,” I growl, thrusting deep. She moans into my mouth, locking her heels behind my back. I feel a twinge in my ribcage, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure of being inside her. Our mouths and bodies are intertwined, and nothing can stop what’s coming next. We’ve become keenly attuned to each other in the last couple of weeks, and I know exactly how to get her to where she needs to go. No matter how hard I try, we never seem able to take it slow and easy. It’s like we can’t get enough, and I feel her pussy spasm as her orgasm shakes her. I fall right over the edge behind her, and for a few precious seconds, it feels like we’re the only two people in the world.

It doesn’t get any better than this.

“I’m suddenly feeling much less annoyed,” she says with a satisfied smile on her face.

“Then my work here is done,” I say with a smirk, gently setting her on her feet.

She playfully smacks my arm. “Very funny. Now stop bothering me so I can wash my hair.”

I laugh and hand her the shampoo. “Yes, dear.”

We take care of business for a few minutes.

“What’s your duty schedule for the day?” I ask as I hand her a towel.

“Brunch with King Alistair and Queen Celine, followed by some private shopping for the ladies while you gentlemen do some golfing or something.”

“I see. Private shopping, eh?”

She snickers. “Yeah, not really my thing, but I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not when it’s just us ladies. Queen Celine knows I’m a bodyguard. She’ll have her own entourage with her. It will basically be the two queens talking and shopping while Shannon and I do our own thing and her friends or whoever do the same.”

“So, no time for us to roam around Paris eating croissants and holding hands and putting a lock on the bridge?”

“The bridge?” She looks confused.

“Yeah. For years, lovers have been visiting the Pont des Arts bridge and putting what they call love locks on it. Literal padlocks and messages that symbolize acts of affection. Then you seal the deal by tossing the keys into the Seine River below. Unfortunately, so many people did it that they had to start removing them. There was something like 700,000 of them and they were worried about the bridge collapsing.”

“Oh, that’s sad. And no, I don’t think we’re going to have time to do anything like that. At least we got to go on date night. Dinner was absolute magic.” She playfully bites her lower lip. “And the rest of the night was pretty amazing too.”

I lean over and brush my lips across hers. “There will be more of that later tonight.”

“Can we make love in a chair by the window so I can look out at the Eiffel Tower while we do it?”

“We can and we will.” I reach out to cup the side of her face. “I’ll do my best to fit romance in whenever and wherever we can.”

“You know we’ll have even less time together if you become a Protecter.”

“If we get to that point, we’ll figure it out.”

Maybe if I say it with enough conviction, she’ll believe it.

* * *

We leaveParis the next morning, and it’s a little bit of a bummer because there are so many things I would have liked to see. On a positive note, flying by private jet is pretty fucking cool. There’s a bedroom, shower, multiple bathrooms, and all the seats recline almost into a bed. Not that any of us are sleeping on such a short flight.

I’m called into a brief meeting with Erik, Joe, Daniil, and Ace. The ladies are up front, talking about something that I can’t hear, so I realize this was something that was done by design.

“What did you think of Paris?” Erik asks me.

“I’d need a little more time to form an honest opinion,” I say. “But dinner at the Eiffel Tower was pretty epic.”

Erik laughs. “I’ve been forgiven from many a fight after dinner at the Eiffel Tower.”

“Shannon was a little bummed we didn’t get to stay longer, too,” Ace says.

“Adding more Protectors to the roster will allow everyone a little more time off,” says Joe. “Starting in January.”

“January?” I ask in confusion.

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