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“What’s going on?” Wills asks, concerned.

I take another deep breath, “Tomorrow, I have to inform Fiona we need to leave for the States because her parent’s trial has been moved up by two months. Looks like we won’t get that holiday away after all.”

24

Declan

I watchNora through the glass window of my office as she walks down the hall toward me. She’s never been here, yet she looks like she owns the place.

Shoulders back, chin up, head tall.

Her dress billows behind her from her fast, brisk pace. She’s happy and has an air of lightness recently, reminding me of a younger version of herself.

I don’t know if it’s because of the change in seasons, allowing her and Maeve to paint outside in the park, or maybe because London is finally feeling like home to her. She has a beautiful home,well two beautiful homes,and friends and family that love her dearly.

What she doesn’t know is that I’m about to shred her happiness to pieces.

I know, at the end of the day, she’ll be elated. We’re going to get justice for her parents after many years of torture for both of us, and she’ll finally be free to be herself. Have others use her given name and not be followed by four bodyguards at all times.

But, when taken off guard, it’s a lot for anyone to handle.

Our eyes meet, and I can see those honey eyes I love light up, full of life, while a devastating grin stretches her face.

Feck.

She walks in wordlessly, closes, and locks the door on a clear mission. Continuing through my office until she reaches me for a kiss.

“Hi, I missed you today,” she purrs against my skin.

“Nora,” I warn. “We need to talk, Pip.”

Her lip picks up in a half grin as she runs her hands through my hair. “I didn’t get to take care of my man yesterday. I owe you a birthday fuck,” she whispers and licks up my neck.

“You’re in for a special treat.” She bites down on my ear hard, my dick instantly swelling.

I grab the back of her thighs, causing her to stumble, catching herself on my shoulders.

Just a kiss.

Her gentle laugh ripples through the air. “People can see.”

I ignore her and reach my arm up, palming her nape to pull her where I want her.

“Kiss me, angel.”

This isn’t what I should be doing. I need to tell her. Except, she has a special ability to distract me, and an overwhelming need of want takes over. Knowing this may be the only way to calm her before shite hits the fan.

Or at least that’s what I tell myself.

She leans in, not hesitating. Her protest against the people disappears instantly because we all know Nora loves the possibility of getting caught. Little does she know I pressed the button so we can see out, but they can’t see it.

She maneuvers her dress to straddle my lap without breaking contact, and like a moth to a flame, her pussy is on me within seconds.

The motion of her swiveling hips is fast and erratic, her craving for me could send me over the edge at any moment, so I trace my hands up her thighs to slow her motion. Only she doesn’t heed the warning. She picks up the pace with her hips and mouth, unrelenting, moaning with each of her movements. Her fingers slide through my hair, pulling and tugging painfully, knowing this will turn me on to next-level shite.

Since I first touched her, we’ve both been like this, unable to hold back our hunger for one another. Always full speed ahead.

My hands move up and over her hips, tracing her curves, then cupping her heavy breast under her jumper, slowly tweaking her nipples.

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