Dirty Thief

He leans forward, capturing my mouth in a brief kiss before moving to my ear. “I love that sound.”

The low vibration of his voice at the side of my neck is another shot of pleasure. He kisses me right at the base of my hairline, and his beard teases my hypersensitive skin. My stomach explodes in another sparkling wave of orgasm.

“Oh, god…” It’s a shaky cry.

Rowan makes three more hard thrusts before holding steady, throbbing and filling me deep. His thumb slides out, and his hand goes behind my neck, lifting my back off the desk, sending him even farther into my core as he pulses again.

My legs are tight around his waist, and I hold our bodies close together where we’re joined. I want all of him. I want all of his come. I want our baby so much. His body trembles, and my insides clench again. He groans, and another little pulse fills me.

“I love that sound,” I repeat his words back to him, tracing my teeth along his collarbone. It’s true. The sound of my powerful king groaning as he comes inside me is so erotic.

We’re easing down from the most spectacular high, and he pulls my hair, tilting my head back before covering my lips with his. Our kisses are hungry and slow, tongues curling, mouths melting together. My hands are on his cheeks, and the intensity of the love I feel for him aches in my chest.

Earlier, when he burst into the room and caught me watching the girls, I was terrified. At the same time, the sight of him dressed in only PJ pants, dark brow lowered, every muscle in his deliciously lined torso flexing along with those fists… He makes my knees weak.

This man has no idea how erotic the sight of him transforming into a monster of protective rage can be. I’m not sure I’d been fully aware until I saw it. My fantasy of a hero beating the shit out of Dwayne Vega came vividly to life in that moment.

“What are you thinking about?” His lips move to my cheek, and he takes a deep inhale at the side of my hair.

“I love it when you do that.”

“Do what?” He kisses my head, and I trace my fingers along the lines in his arms.

He does so many things I love, I almost forget which one I singled out. “When you smell me that way.”

A chuckle ripples through his body. “How is that?”

My legs are still around his waist, and he’s still inside me. “Like you’re at the top of a mountain, and you’re taking the first deep breath you’ve had all day.”

He bends down and kisses me. “You’re my favorite scent.”

As if reading my mind, he glances down to where we’re still joined. “I’m afraid we’ll have to sacrifice your robe.”

“Not my robe!” It’s more of a shriek than I intended, but it’s my favorite.

“You’re right. I like it too much.” He steps back and quickly scoops up his pants. “These will do just as well.”

I can’t help laughing as he bundles them up and uses them to clean us both. He folds them in half and wipes the desk. My robe is around me and tied, but I linger, enjoying the view of his ass flexing. Palm-sized indentions are on the sides of each cheek, and I trace my finger down the one closest to me.

He catches my hand and brings it to his lips. “That will have to do. We need to sleep.”

Holding my hand, he uses the bundle to cover his junk. I can’t help laughing. “Good thing your mother isn’t here.”

“We’ll keep her at bay as long as possible.”

Back in our room, I drop my robe and crawl naked into bed. I’m asleep before my head even hits the pillow, dreaming of a little dark-haired baby with my husband’s beautiful eyes and smile.

* * *

Seeing Grace (almost) in real life is on my mind as Hajib drives me to the enormous white orphanage in the foothills just outside of Monagasco. Seeing her has changed my dream of helping them into an actual, tangible goal, and telling Rowan was a huge relief. He can help me figure out how to distribute the money, and he handled the news better than I expected.

Hajib parks the car, and Clare meets me at the steps, doing a little bow. Her face is glowing with excitement, and I’m so happy to see her outlook transformed since our last meeting. “I’ve been so excited for your visit, majesté!”

A few flashes go off, which I don’t even notice anymore. The cameras are omnipresent it seems, and usually they’re harmless. I’m not sure how they will spin this visit, so I say a little prayer for the best.

Taking her hand, I briefly kiss her cheeks. “Were you able to find anything? I know I sent you several lengthy emails—I was afraid you’d be overwhelmed.”

I had emailed Clare earlier in the week with more information Freddie had helped me find about relief efforts and administrators. Our hope had been to help Rashida and Clare get closer to who could help them among the Swedish authorities.