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I forget my objections and act without thinking, falling back into the familiar. I palm her breast and bury my other hand in the soft tresses of her hair, pulling her head back for a homecoming kiss. We're locked in the uncomplicated past and I'm falling for what I couldn't find all these years.

“You still love me, Lochlan,” she purrs as confirmation.

I pass my tongue between her open lips in response, and it feels like quenching a fire and fanning a flame at the same time as we rediscover an attraction that was always below the surface.

Her hands cradle my face, our foreheads touching, and she’s waiting for my response.

“I've missed you,” I admit and try to steal another kiss, but I'm only able to graze her lips.

“I've fantasized about our reunion,” she says, pouting a wee bit. “Sadly, this isn't how I imagined us together again, but we do what we must.” She slips off the table toward the door, pushing in the button lock. “We've been reckless until now. I want no interruptions.”

She's back in my arms, tempting me again with a slow and wanting kiss that neither of us is likely to break soon. It's strange how there's no wondering what she wants me to do. I know her as well as I know my own body.

My hands slip to her waist as I break the kiss. “Take the rest of it off. I want to see you naked, lass,” I say, trying to slide my hand into her pants to help her out of this fabric barrier. She tosses her head while pushing me away to take a few steps back. Fiona does a sensual wiggle out of her pants while she watches me staring at her bouncing tits. The show is enough of a turn-on that I might want to yank the rest of her clothes off myself. I fight the urge and stay content that she's doing this exaggerated dance to please me.

With every stitch gone, Fiona's arms extend out in some kind of faux ballerina move, letting me look at her in this harsh boardroom light. She turns slowly, chin tilted up, chest high for me to see that round bum of hers. When I can't take the teasing any longer, I pull her back into my arms. She won't still; she pushes against me to get free. I release her to see what she has in mind next.

She stands on her toes to graze my lips, then slides slowly down my length to her knees as my heart thumps a hard rhythm. When she's before me like a supplicant, her voice is determined. “I want to welcome you properly, so that you have no doubt I want you back,” she says, with fingers at the button of my jeans, then she roughly pulls down the zipper, exposing my hard cock that's ready for what she has in mind. I think of nothing but her soft lips teasing the tip of my cock. She's not the only one who's thought about a reunion. She glances up at me while she gives me a hard jerk, as if I need more encouragement. I breathe out a “fuck me blind,” as her hot, moist mouth takes me inside and I close my eyes, moving my hips.

Fiona only gives me this gift as a tease before she climbs on me for a ride. I'll enjoy it for as long as I can, preparing to move this action to the table so she can mount me.

She breathes in and takes more of me inside and I'm about to lose it when she glances up at me with the look of a demon, pushing down the gag reflex to take me in deeper.

She's using her lips and tongue in a way that's new. The thought of her doing this…I can't help but wonder who taught her how to give pleasure like this. The thought is short-lived, as her mouth and hands move together. I guide her where I need her to be and to fuck me; she knows what to do. She continues until I can't sustain it. I shoot my come, as she pulls her mouth away, holding my cock with both hands to steer my fluid onto her face and breasts. She looks up at me, smiling, her face dripping.

CHAPTER23

CHANGE OF HEARTS

KENZIE

Ian and Geordie entertain me for an hourduring Lochlan's absence. When Lochlan doesn't return going into the next hour, I make an excuse that I'd like to nap before dinner and head for our room. There were a few moments when I thought to stop by the conference room, but that was in the opposite direction from our suite, and I didn't want anyone to think that I had a problem with Lochlan meeting Fiona.

I change and pace around the suite, check my phone, and try to stop unjustified anger that Lochlan is cheating on me with Fiona. This was a deal, that I would be his fake girlfriend to show his grandfather he was responsible. If he used me to get back with the fiancé he jilted, that has nothing to do with me. I just want to get my proof that we slept together and then I can gladly quit MacTavish Cellars, partner with Poppy, and have my shot at Olympic gold.

I'm about to climb the walls, looking for another distraction, when there's tapping at my door. It couldn't be Lochlan; why would he knock? It's probably Aubrey with a message. I open the door to Geordie in a suit jacket and kilt, grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. He tries to look past me into the room.

“He's not here,” I say. “Please come in.”

If Geordie is concerned that Lochlan is not here, he doesn't show it.

“I was wondering if you like Scottish television? I was down at the home theater. It's located underground. I was looking at their collection of streaming services and noticed the house has a subscription to Britbox. Are you familiar with that service?”

I chuckle. “There's a lot of British television to watch on Britbox. I've been binge watchingMiranda.”

“Ah, well, I like murder mysteries and I've been watchingShetland. I've just begun season three. We have some time before dinner. I thought you might want to watch with me, or if you prefer to watchMiranda, we can see that instead.”

He's trying to help me keep my mind off of whatever Lochlan is doing. “I would love to watch something with you in the home theater.” I grab my sweater off the back of a chair and follow this big man to a stairwell leading to the basement. This is a large house and the home theater is a mini version of its larger commercial cousin, with a few exceptions. The theater, with its wooden floor and gray walls with deep lavender accents, can easily seat thirty people. There's a well-stocked bar that seats about ten people on one side of the space, away from the main viewing area. The screen is the size of the wall. The chocolate leather chairs are over-sized loungers that sit in graduated rows, perfect for stretching out while you munch your popcorn from the machine in the corner.

Geordie gives me a brief tour of the room, then leads me to the middle of the front row. I've never seenShetlandand tell him I'd like to see that series, because I'm not sure he would appreciateMiranda's humor.

He calls up the service, dims the lights, and we're transported to the Shetland Islands and the current murder that must be solved for that season. The opening credits appear over the stark beauty of the green land and gray water.

Geordie is a comforting presence sitting next to me. Although we're here in the dark to relax, I can't help but feel betrayed. I know I have no right, but I do. My eyes moisten and I wipe the warm tears away, relieved we're in the dark and he can't see. When I place my hand on the armrest between us, Geordie places his hand over mine and gives it a brotherly pat. He leans toward me. In a low, soothing voice, he says, “Don't worry, lass, it will be all right, I promise.”

I blow out a breath. “Geordie, I'd like to talk before the movie.”

“Sure, if that will please you.” He picks up the remote and the Scottish pipes stop. Two whitewashed buildings nestled against a mossy hill with the dark sea beyond are frozen on the screen, like a poster at the visitor's center. I toured these islands on a trip with my parents when I was a kid. My vivid memories are of wearing new all-weather boots and gear to hike through the piercing cold and the boggy terrain. He reaches for another remote for the lights.

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