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“Oh.” I frown. He’s leaving me alone? Already? I thought for sure I’d be under his careful watch for at least a few days.

He chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.” Another kiss lands on my hair. “Come on. Get up and get dressed.”

I pull back and stare at his amused face. “Why?”

“Because you’re coming with me,” he says as if it’s obvious.

“Why would I come with you to a work emergency?”

“You ask a lot of questions when you wake up.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He sighs, but to his credit, his eyes never show anything other than patience. “You’re coming with me because you can’t rule by my side if you never see any of the business.”

The explanation only deepens my confusion, because I swear I’ve told him a bunch of times I have no interest in having any part in his business, but before I can argue, he carefully lifts me to my feet.

At some point, his cock must have slipped out of me, and there’s a big mess on the leather couch that makes my cheeks heat.

“I’ll get a cloth or something,” I say quickly, turning away from him before he can see how embarrassed I am. I mean, most of the mess is his, technically, but that doesn’t make me feel any better about it.

Orion’s hands are on my hips, and he drags me back, perching me on one of his knees and carefully guiding my thighs apart.

It’s only now I remember I still have a vibrator inside me, and I probably need to get him to remove it before he gets any ideas about using it on me in public.

“First of all, I’ll clean up the mess,” he murmurs against my throat as his hand slides up the inside of my leg. “And second, how about we take this out before you make a mess out of whatever pretty outfit you’re going to wear for me.”

I raise a brow. “Who says anything I wear is for you?”

“Honestly, Ember. You could put on a potato sack, and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

I half laugh, thinking he’s joking, but there’s not a hint of insincerity in his voice.

He wraps his fingers around the toy and carefully pulls it free, dragging a moan from me in the process. “You have no idea how tempting your pussy is, Ember. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my day with my face buried between your thighs, dragging orgasms out of you until you’re begging me to stop.”

Another wave of heat rolls over me, and he presses a kiss to my cheek. “Go get dressed before I’m tempted to tell Killian to deal with it himself and take you to bed for the rest of the day.”

He lifts me to my feet and taps my ass as his T-shirt falls back around my thighs.

If this is how my days are going to go, I’m definitely going to dress in his shirts more often.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

ORION

Ember twists her hands in her lap from the seat beside me.

It’s not often I drive myself anywhere because I usually prefer to be able to work during the commute, but given Ember’s aversion to cars, I would prefer to be in control of whatever vehicle she’s in, at least for a little while.

Of course I know she’s been in cars in the months since she left Los Angeles, but it’s more of a comfort for me than it is for her at this point.

“Are you okay?” I ask, dropping a hand to her thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

When she stepped out of her closet wearing a white off-the-shoulder summer dress, I just about told Killian to shove his emergency and spent the rest of the day with my face between her thighs. But alas, duty calls.

Ember nods, her dark hair in loose curls around her shoulders. She’s grown it out a bit in the last few months, and I can’t help but think about having the soft strands fisted in my hands in the shower.

Fuck.