Page 32 of Out of Office Nights (Royals of Cartana #2)

The Genius Princess and Her Muse.

A picture beneath that headline showed Sabeen sitting in her grandmother’s chair with Teo seated on the floor leaning against her right leg.

Her fingers were buried in his hair, and he was staring up at her, unfettered love and devotion blazing in his eyes.

The image had taken the world by storm three months ago, straight after their spring/summer collection of both Domene X and House of Domene had hit the runways to critical acclaim.

Sabeen gasped as Teo walked towards her, holding the giant version. ‘You framed it?’ Her heartbeat raced as she examined the picture. Even from the floor his expression owned every inch of her.

He shrugged and set it down on top of the cabinet in their bedroom. ‘It’s significant. Because standing tall or sitting at your feet, you own me, tesoro . Completely. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than by your side. Always.’

The simplicity of that answer snagged her heart, but what ignited even more overwhelming sentiment was what was set on the exquisite cabinet, directly beneath the picture.

Her grandmother’s teapot. Hot tears prickled her eyes. They travelled with it everywhere they went. She hadn’t decided on a place for it since they’d returned from opening their newest flagship store in Rabat.

Their luggage had been brought in while they stopped for a quick visit with Teo’s father, who had bounced back again health-wise shortly after they’d announced their intention to marry.

Teo took full credit for that, much to his brothers’ griping.

Three months after their grand wedding, their father was still in decent health, thank goodness.

Teo approached where she stood and wrapped his arms around her thickening waist. At five months’ pregnant, she was only just visibly showing, an outcome he’d been impatient for and now revelled in every chance he got.

He frowned and grumbled when she wore dresses that flowed over her belly rather than showcased her pregnancy.

He’d gone positively caveman on her, and she loved every second of it.

His hard cheek brushed hers before his breath washed over her ear. ‘Until you find the perfect place for it, it would be my honour to borrow it for a time. It, too, is significant.’

‘No, I don’t want to move it, ever. It’s exactly where it needs to be.’ Twisting in his arms, she wound her arms around his neck. ‘And so am I.’