Page 120 of Where We Bloom

“It’s so good,” she moans, lifting her hips with everythrust and squeezing around me as her orgasm gathers. “Fucking hell.”

“Shh. Go over, baby.” I lick over the seam of her lips, then kiss her mouth as she cries out, quivering around me and pulling me into my own climax.

As we catch our breath, I brush her hair back from her face, murmuring, “You’re so beautiful. So damn sweet.”

With a happy smile, she presses her lips to mine. “You’re so sexy. And for as long as I live, it’ll never be long enough with you.”

“Christ.” I lower my forehead to hers. “You undo me,a ghrá.”

She makes me feel special. Not because of my name or the money but because she seesme.And she loves me.

And I will treasure her until I take my last breath.

“Do you want to go to the office first or the house?” Miller asks me once we’re in the SUV leaving the plane.

“The office,” I reply. “We’ll go straight to Galway from there tonight. I don’t want to stay in Dublin.”

Miller’s eyes meet mine in the rearview.

Yes, I’m changing the plan, but I only get one more week alone with my angel, and I’m going to spend it in my favorite place with her,notat work.

I lift an eyebrow.

“Yes, sir.”

I feel Billie’s eyes on me, and I turn to look at her.

“I take it you were supposed to be in Dublin longer than a few hours?”

“The best thing about being the boss is, I make my own rules, angel. I’ll be in Dublin as long as I wish to be, and right now, that’s not long. I want to show you my home on the cliffs and spend time with you there, so that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

“Sounds great to me.” She squeezes my hand and leans over to press a kiss on my shoulder.

Thirty minutes later, Miller pulls into the car park under my building, and we’re headed up to my office.

“You’re welcome to work in my office,” I offer her. “I have to sit in on a couple of meetings.”

“Perfect.” She smooths her hands down her Dior blouse. After we made love and slept for a couple of hours, we each had a shower and changed clothes. Billie is once more impeccably dressed, her hair and makeup flawless.

I know she prefers luxury fashion labels, but it seems her favorite is Dior. I’ll have to take her to the flagship store in Paris for Christmas.

When we arrive on the top floor, where my offices are, we step out of the elevator, and Billie takes it in. The building is several centuries old, but this space has been decorated with sharp lines. The color palette is black and white, with splashes of color here and there.

Her heels clip on the hardwood floor as I lead her to my office. Once I’ve unlocked the door, I gesture her inside, and she sets her bag on the couch on the far wall.

“This is a big office,” she says, her eyes touching on everything in the room. “How often are you in it?”

“Before I started the Montana property? At least once a month. Now? Quarterly.”

She nods, and I cross to her. Taking her chin in my grip, I lower my mouth to hers. Her hands land on my sides, holding on to my jacket as I devour her mouth, and when I pull back, her eyes shine with lust.

“What was that for?” she asks.

“You look sexy in my office. Pity we don’t have time for me to fuck you on my desk before we leave.”

That has her blinking rapidly, and before I can kiss her again, there’s a knock on the door.

“You’re here.”

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