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“Get that fine ass over here.” Yum... I love when his voice does that growly thing.

“Uh-uh...” He reaches for me, and I think about backing away—but really, why the hell would I? “Killian...” I giggle and wrap my legs around his waist while I make sure to keep mostly submerged under water.

“Love that sound, Lilah.”

I kiss the base of his neck, and his cock jumps under my ass. “Your name?”

“No, baby. Your laugh.”

“Aww... you say the sweetest things.” I lick up his neck and around his ear until he’s squirming. “How was training today?”

In a move so smooth I don’t even realize what he’s doing until it’s done, he unties both strings of my bikini bottoms and digshis fingers into my ass. “It was fine. How did everything go with Dillan? Did she take the job?”

He bobs up and down with me clinging to him so my boobs keep popping out of the water, covered in goosebumps. Apparently, men are simple creatures who are easy to please, at least according to mine. Feed him, fuck him, and show him my boobs. Not necessarily in that order.

“She did take the job. Scottie fired Tasha. And I basically threatened to fire Scottie, Iris, and Zoe. I think I need a sabbatical. I need to make a decision about Noah. I need to meet with Zoe soon to discuss PR strategy for the rest of the tour, and I’m sure I’m going to be lectured about this.” I dig my fingers into Killian’s hair and scrape my nails down his scalp until he’s putty in my hands.

“Lectured about what?” He takes my hands away and kisses my wrists. “What did you do wrong?”

“Zoe has always been adamant that I not be overtly public with my dating life, and I kinda blew that to hell at my birthday party. Not to mention we’ve got the Kingston Foundation thing this weekend and then your fight coming up. She’s not going to be happy.” Killian traces my bottom lip with his calloused thumb, and I wonder if I could come just from that when I feel every second of the touch deep in my core.

“First of all, I’m not your dating life, Lilah. I’m yours, and I’m not going anywhere. So she’s going to need to get over it. Second, if you want to get a new team, get a new team. You’re the only Lilah Ryan. They need you. Not the other way around. Everyone except Noah. Him you’re going to have to talk to at some point.”

“I’m naked in your arms at night, in the snow, with my pussy rubbing against your cock, and you want to talk about my brother?” I tease and tug at his bathing suit.

“Nope,” he answers as his mouth crashes against mine.

LILAH

Your village doesn’t have to be big. It has to be loyal.

—Lilah’s Secret Thoughts

There’s a knock at the front door a minute before it opens and Noah walks in, and I freeze. “What are you doing here?”

My words are barely audible over my crazy, thrumming heart.

“Guess I should have changed the gate code,” I murmur and slide my other foot into my silver heel.

“Really?” Noah asks as he shuts the door behind him. “You look pretty, Tink.”

I look down at the tiered, red gown that was flown in for me to wear to the Kingston Foundation benefit tonight. It’s a beautiful piece of art, and I feel like the princess everyone likes to call me.

“Thank you. You look pretty snazzy yourself.” Noah always rocks a tux like nobody’s business. “And no. I didn’t mean it when I said I should have changed the code. You just caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Yeah well, I figured since you fired me, I wasn’t exactly welcome.” He shoves his hands into his navy-blue pockets and pouts. Yup, pouts. Because what else should a big brother do when you’re mad at him. And I use the termbigcautiously. Noah is six minutes older than me—and over a foot taller.

“Well, I assumed since you lied so well?—”

“Jesus Christ,” Killian groans as he walks down the staircase in his own tux and makes my brother look like a little boy playing dress-up. “You’re both miserable without the other to talk to every day, and you know it. Kiss and make up. Life’s too damn short.” He drops a kiss on the top of my head. “You look beautiful, Lilah.” He hands me his bow tie. “Can you tie this stupid thing for me?”

I look from him to Noah and feel like a complete asshole.

I take the tie from his hand and tuck it into his pocket. “Sorry, champ. I don’t have a clue how to tie that. But it looks nice unbuttoned.” I smooth my hands down his lapels.

“You okay?” he asks as he looks between my brother and me, and I nod.

“Yeah. Can you give me a minute?”

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