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“Okay, let’s do it!”

At the thought of seeing them, I grow excited. I miss my friends.

CHAPTER 37

FIONN

On the wayhome from work the following evening, I send Amara a text, almost home for our date. I’m looking forward to having a night out together.

Fionn

Are you ready to go, baby girl?

Amara

I am. You still won’t tell me where we’re going?

A smile stretches on my face.

Fionn

You did tell me you love surprises.

She starts to write, but pauses.

Amara

I do. I can’t wait. Are you almost home?

Fionn

Pulling up now.

As soon as I do, I see her in a beautiful cobalt-blue silk gown, her hair and makeup done. Everything was arranged for her before I left this morning. I want her to always feel like a queen.

She stares at me with a glint in her eyes, the same glint I saw a peek of the day we met. But now it seems like her happiness is more prevalent. And I like that—knowing I make her happy.

Roy starts to help her down the stairs, but I cut him with a glare as I get out, and he immediately stops. He knows better than to touch what’s mine.

I’m beside her in a flash, taking her hand in mine and kissing the top of it as my ravenous gaze slinks up her beautiful body, unable to fight the urge to feast on it.

I clasp her jaw, my lips dropping to her ear. “You look incredible. Unsure if I can resist fucking you before we get there.”

“Get where?” she whispers, her slinky tone making me rock-hard already.

I let out a deep chuckle, eyes flashing with desire. “Trying to get information out of a desperate man?”

“Did it work?”

I shake my head, a smirk tipping up one side. “I’ve been under much more intense interrogations, mo ban dia.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to try harder.” She wraps an arm around my back, the other sneaking between us and wrapping around my dick.

Hissing, I bite her bottom lip, needing to punish this temptress she’s apparently become. “You keep touching me like this, wife, and I’ll fuck you bent over the car for all of them to see.”

I kiss her slowly, sensually, and she groans under her breath.

“That would be bad.”

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