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  She rolls her eyes. “That’s the point. Now, look,” she says, smacking me. But when I look up to the camera, I can’t shake how much she looks like what she is.

  A princess.

  “There ya go,” Tony calls, bringing the phone back to her.

  Lena takes it, squealing happily when her eyes fall on the photo of us. “Send it to yer ma?”

  I look at the photo, and my heart catches.

  We do look like we belong together.

  Wow.

  When my phone dings with a message, I know it’s the photo from Lena. My mom is going to freak. I chuckle at the thought as I nod. “Of course. She’ll love it.”

  “She will!” she gushes, squeezing my hand.

  “Ready?” Tony asks as Lena nods.

  “Are ya ready?”

  I’m not, but I nod before I kiss her temple. “If you are.”

  “Yeah, let’s go. Thanks, Tony.”

  She sends me a grin as Tony opens the door to the town car for us. I hold my hand out, taking her hand and helping her in before I get in too. I haven’t been in a town car before, but by the way Lena is moving around, pouring us glasses of whiskey, I know it isn’t her first time. Handing me a glass, she sits back as the car starts out of the drive.

  Holding her glass out, she says, “To a wonderful night.”

  I tap my glass to hers, and I hope she doesn’t notice that my hand is shaking. Shit, I need this drink. Taking a long pull, I feel her watching me as I hiss out a breath. “I swear the whiskey here is stronger.”

  “That’s why we’re so rich,” she says with a wink, but I don’t laugh before I take another sip. “So, things aren’t so grand with my ma.” Her brows come in as she exhales quickly.

  “Is she okay?”

  “I mean, she’s yelling and being a damn pain, but my da told me she might not recover like we wanted.”

  “Oh,” I say. As if I weren’t already nervous about the gala, now I have the knife in my chest from knowing that, in a month’s time, I’ll be gone.

  And she’ll be here.

  “She’s saying she’ll need me to stay a bit longer. So our trip to Dublin will need to wait.”

  I swallow hard before taking another drink of my whiskey, downing my glass. “But the good thing is she’ll be better.”

  “Yeah, true,” she agrees, and I feel her gaze burning into the side of my face. “I worry for her, though. She has lost a lot of control in her body.”

  “From the tumor? Or them removing it?”

  “I think both,” she says, letting out a long breath. “It’s scary.”

  “It is,” I agree, but Lena’s fear is way different from mine.

  I’m scared to lose her.

  “Ah, Jacks, what the hell’s wrong?”

  I sigh as I glance over at her. I can’t tell her. I don’t want to ruin our night. “Nothing.”

  “Yer a damn liar. What’s wrong? Do you not want to go anymore?”

  “No, I do,” I insist before setting my glass in the cupholder. “I’m just nervous.”

  “Nervous about what?”

  I reach for her hand, weaving our fingers together. “Like, how do I touch you? Do I just hold your hand? Can I talk to you? I mean, are there rules? Do I have—”

  “Holy fucking hell, what is your problem, ya nut?”

  I can’t help but grin. “I don’t want to embarrass you tonight.”

  “You won’t. Jaysus, Jacks,” she laughs, squeezing my hand. “Hold me how ya want. Kiss me if ya want, and ya best talk to me because I don’t want to talk to anyone but you. Rules, fuck ’em. We’re there to support a good cause and to enjoy each other.” She holds my gaze, her eyes burning into mine. “I’m not the least bit nervous. If anything, I’m giddy with excitement. I’ve never been to one of these things with someone I want to be with.”

  I bite my lip as I draw in a deep breath. “Really?”

  “Uh, yeah,” she says, leaning into me and nuzzling her nose along the hair growing on my jaw. She demanded I not shave, and I think it was so she could do that. “And everyone will be so jealous that I’m with the Canadian lumberjack.”

  A loud laugh leaves my lips. “I doubt that.”

  “Ah, they will. ’Cause ya got the shoulders to carry me anywhere and take what ya want.”

  My dick comes to life at the thought. I shake my head. “You drive me insane.”

  “Grand,” she coos. “Yer wound too tight for nothing. This is just a fun night for us.”

  “I know, but I just don’t—”

  “No more of that,” she says, waving me off. “I have an idea.”

  I eye her. “What?”

  “Tony, the privacy screen, please.”

  “Yes, madam,” he says, and I watch as it goes up, but Lena doesn’t. Instead, she sets her glass down, and when the screen clicks shut, she looks at me, a sly and devilish grin on her face.

  “What are you up to?”

  “Ah, you’ll see,” she murmurs before hiking her skirt up her thighs. I try to stop her, but she climbs between my legs, her knees hitting the floor before she stares up into my eyes. “I think ya need to come.”

  When she starts to unbuckle my slacks, I stop her. “Lena, no way. You’re too pretty for all that right now.”

  She blushes. “That’s sweet, but I feel ya would be relaxed.”

  “No.”

  She scoffs. “Ya can’t tell me what to do.” I try to block her, but she somehow undoes my slacks, and then my dick is in her hand. I hiss out a breath as she whispers, “I want ya in my mouth, Jackson.”

  She moves her nail along the shaft of my dick. Of course, I’m hard as a rock. I’m pretty sure I stay that way around her. “But your makeup.”

  “Will stay in place. Let me make ya feel good,” she says, and before I can even try to protest, she has me in her mouth. My eyes go half lidded as I watch her move her mouth up and down my shaft. Her eyes are shut, her lips plump, and they feel so good around my swollen dick. Squeezing me at the base, she speeds up the motion, making a loud popping noise when she gets to the top. My toes curl in my shoes as I grip the seats, small, soft moans leaving my lips as I watch myself disappear into her mouth.

  I feel my orgasm building. My heart is pounding out of control, and sweat has broken out along my neck. But Lena moves up and down my dick like she isn’t dressed to the nines. When she takes me deep in the back of her throat, I let out a harsh moan as I buckle up, everything blowing up inside of me. If it didn’t feel so good, I would be embarrassed. She sucks me dry as my head falls back, and I’m heaving for breath as I look up at the roof of the town car.

  “Feel better?”

  I lift my head, watching as she wipes her mouth with a napkin. Her lipstick is gone, all over my dick, but I don’t think either of us cares. Reaching for her, I take her by the back of her arms, bringing her up and into my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her nose against mine as she gazes into my eyes. “You are undeniably the most unreal woman I’ve ever met.”

  Her eyes sparkle as she touches her lips to mine. “I don’t want to be with anyone but you, Jackson. Please don’t be nervous.”

  I scoff. “Lena, the only thing I’m feeling right now is good. Fucking good.”

  Her lips curve into a kitten-like grin. “And just think, there’ll be more when we get home.”

  I squeeze her ass in my hands. “Promise?”

  She licks my lips, nodding slowly, her eyes dark and teasing. “Promise.”

  As I gaze into her eyes, I don’t know how someone can be as gorgeous as she is but absolutely destroy me the second she gets her mouth on me.

  But then, that’s why I love her.

  God, I love her so fucking much.

  I gaze into her eyes, moving my thumb along her lip, and I don’t know how I’ll walk away from her.

  But I’ll have to.

  “The only thing I’m worried about, at this point, is what damage is left behind from what we removed. W