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“I’ll clean up, you go ahead.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.” He gave me a minuscule smile. I had never seen him smile before. “Go.”

“Takk, Ragnar.”

He shrugged me off, but his smile widened.

I hurried home, cleaned up, and headed to Kirkmuir.

Bee waited for me at the door to his house. I got out of my car, grabbed my bag, and walked up to him.

What am I supposed to do? Hug him?

He took the decision out of my hands and flew at me. I’d forgotten how soft his lips were when he kissed me and how good he tasted.

“Gods, I missed you so much. It’s a little embarrassing.” He backed away and grinned at me.

“Not embarrassing, Vindur. I missed you, too.”

“Come in. Let’s not give the neighbours a show.”

I was barely over the threshold when we were tangled in each other’s arms again.

“Fuck me,” Beryl gasped out between our slick kisses. “I need you so much, Kjartan. We can be cute and sweet later. But fuck me first.”

Chapter 19

Beryl

Kjartan set me on his hips and marched upstairs without a word. Once he’d dropped me on my bed, he pulled my trousers and boxers off and grabbed the bottle of lube I’d strategically placed on my bedside table.

His watchful eyes never left me. They were gentle and loving and drove me out of my mind.

Nobody has ever looked at you like that, Bee.

Kjartan stretched my hole with two thick fingers, making me shudder and my cock drool precum all over my stomach.

“Ready?” he asked me and curled his fingers up against my prostate.

“Oh fuck, yes! So ready. Please!”

I panted like a dog in summer and watched him fuck his lubed up fist a few times. Then my beautiful hunk spread my knees and pulled my ass onto his lap.

His thick cock breached my hole and I forgot everything. All the worries I had about us just faded away, dissolving into the pleasure-pain of his girth stretching my body.

“Er í lagi með þig?” he asked me in a growling voice.

“Sorry?”

“Ah.” Kjartan shook his head. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, gorgeous.” I reached down to brush his hands with my fingers. “You are exactly what I need right now. Maybe always.”Damn. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

His features softened even more. Kjartan held my gaze as he lowered his body on mine.

“It would be the greatest honour of my life to be exactly what you need, Beryl.”