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“Wider, baby,” he says, pushing a finger inside me.

I softly moan as he finger-fucks me while sucking on my clit. This. I need this. I hold his head against my pussy to feel more, harder, intense. Wicked heat builds in my chest, and the hormones ignite a fire that shoots from my lungs like a dragon in heat.

“Right there,” I whisper, rocking against his mouth.

“Here?” He licks me with his tongue, and I catch our reflection in the row of windows. It’s so hot, Dr. Darragh O’Rourke on his knees, pleasuring the Russian princess he’s supposed to hate.

I explode in his mouth, blood roaring through my ears. Stars pop out behind my eyelids, and white glittering spots flutter all around me.

Darragh moans into my heat, my quivering womb. He gets to his feet and kisses me with wet lips. “You taste so fucking good.”

I greedily kiss him back. He’s mine.

“Now get into my bed so I can fuck you all night.”

CHAPTER 14

Darragh

The next week passes, and Ana shines in her nanny role for Sophie, who seems happier than I’ve noticed in a very long time. By the following Friday, I feel like we’ve been a family forever.

It’s only been two weeks since I found that poor mess of a woman in a Vegas courthouse. I bring home a pizza for dinner and don’t bother mentioning it. It feels like a lifetime ago.

After I’ve cleaned up from dinner, and Ana’s put Sophie to bed, I find her in her bedroom watching the Sound’s gentle waves glisten under the moon.

I come up behind her at the window. “Come sleep in my bed tonight.”

“I think that’s dangerous. If Sophie wakes up, she’s likely to go into your room. Not mine.”

“We’ll worry about that if it happens. I want my sheets to smell like you. I want to smell like you.” I kiss the back of her neck, stirring that needy side she thinks she hides from me.

“You sure it’s okay to keep doing this?” She pushes against my growing ache.

“As long as you’re not experiencing any pain. Have you been?”

She shakes her head. “On the contrary…”

“Good.” I grab her hand and walk her to my bedroom.

I need a new memory in my bed. I crash our mouths together and we kiss against the back of the door until my lips turn numb. All I want to feel and taste is her sweet mouth.

“God. You’re nothing like Cormac.” She devours me, her touch firm and demanding. Feminine moans escape her full lips when I grab her ass.

“That’s the best compliment.” I pull her eyes toward me. “Now tell me you want my cock.”

“God, yes, I want your cock.”

I squeeze her throat, feeling an exciting spike of brutality rise in my blood. I unzip my pants and pull out my heavy cock. “This? You want to get fucked with this?”

She licks her lips in response. “You know I do.”

I tear off my dress shirt, giving her a view of my muscular back as I stand near the bed. “Crawl for it. Crawl for my cock. Suck me off, and I’ll ease your aching cunt.”

Blushing, she lowers to her knees, and I nearly come in my hand.

“Eyes on me, princess.” My voice is harsh with lust. “Keep your eyes on my mine as you crawl for my cock.”

“God, that dirty talk gets me wet.” Even heavily pregnant, she crawls with so much damn grace and sexiness. “And here I thought you were boring Darragh O’Rourke.”

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