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She says I love you in passable Gaelic. It soundspretty coming from her lips.

She says it to my brother.

“Nice, a grhá,” Cian praises her. His long fingerstap rhythmically against the table. “But I was thinking of something a bit morephysical for this extra credit you need. You look like a strong young woman.Why don’t you take off that shirt and show me your muscles? I’ve been lookingfor someone to help me carry my books.”

I almost laugh out loud, but then Meg drags the shirt overher head. Her nipples come in view. They’re a dusky pink and stand out,obviously aroused. She touches them. She rubs her breasts brazenly. Her smallhands caress the mounds. They’re round and gorgeous and perfectly made. Theycause my mouth to water. I want to force her onto my cock and watch thosebreasts jiggle as she rides me hard.

Will she do it if I ask her? Will she do it faster if Iorder her?

“Do I look strong enough, Professor?” Meg’s voice is husky,causing my cock to react. I can only imagine what it’s doing to Cian.

“I suppose so.” Cian plays the stern professor to the hilt.“You know, all that walking is going to require strength in your legs as wellas your torso. I don’t think I can give you this assignment until I’ve seenyour legs.”

Meg bites her lower lip and looks sweetly nervous. She’sgood at this. She seems to enjoy the play.

I thought that once Cian and I settled down with a bondmate,our days of playing in such a manner would be done. Sexual relations with abondmate are reverent, sacred acts. What if all that reverent sex bores my wifeto tears because she’s a dirty girl underneath? Maybe Colin is right. Maybe Ishould start thinking of Meg as Meg, rather than a bondmate. Maybe I shouldgive Meg what Meg wants rather than what I think she should want.

She slides her right leg onto the top of the table, thencarefully, slowly pulls her skirt up. Her fingers run the length of her prettyleg, all the way to her hip.

“Now, Megan,” Cian begins authoritatively. “It is obvious tome that you’re missing a very important piece of your school clothes. A goodstudent doesn’t come to class without her underwear.”

Her mouth is a lovely O that would perfectly fit mycock when I shove it in. I’m so hard. I have to get a grip if I ever want towalk in that room. If I don’t, I’ll end up stroking myself in the flowerbeds.

“I must have forgotten, Professor Finn,” Meg says as herfinger starts playing with her pussy. A wicked smile lights her face, and Ifeel left out. She looks at Cian like he’s ten feet tall and just slew a dragonfor her. “Sometimes I forget. Are you angry?”

“The question isn’t whether I’m angry, my lover,” Cian says,slyly coming out of character. His head swings around, and he looks me straightin the eyes. “The question is whether our peeping Beck is enjoying the show.”

Cian looks perfectly pleased with himself, and I realize mybrother has been on to me for a while. Meg, on the other hand, looks horrified.She gasps and holds the shirt in front of her like a shield. I sigh and pick upmy pack. I stalk to the door of my home and step inside.

It looks like sexy playtime is over.

“How dare you,” Meg says, going to stand behind Cian.

I go from being slightly upset at getting caught peeping toinsanely jealous at the sight of my woman hiding behind another man. It doesn’tmatter that the other man holds half of my soul. It only matters that Meg isseeking protection from me.

I force myself to calmly put down the bag. I can bereasonable. In Meg’s mind, she was treated poorly. Hell, in reality I treatedher poorly, but I had my reasons. I’ll peacefully explain to her why I treatedher as I did and ask for another chance.

She has her back to me, shoving her arms through the sleevesof her shirt.

Cian grins. “You were shielding, weren’t you, brother? Theminute your dick got hard, those walls came down. You can’t hide from me whenyou’re that aroused.”

“You could have said something,” Meg hisses at Cian. Shesounds pissed, but her hands came down on my brother’s shoulders as she turnsher glare my way. “I’m sure you’re here to lecture me about how to behave.”

“I was enjoying the show,” I say evenly.

I want to go and rip her away from my brother, whose handhas come up to play with hers. It seems to be an unconscious act between twopeople who are very comfortable touching each other.

“Well, I was acting like a whore, so you shouldn’t besurprised,” she says, bitterness evident in every aspect of her being.

“No, my lover,” Cian corrects. “Tonight was schoolgirlnight. Last night was whore night.” He leans toward me. “She was brand new toher profession. I had to teach her everything she needed to know.”

I ignore my brother, though I know the scenario well. Ifocus on our wife. I have a lot of damage to undo. “You were a very sexyschoolgirl, Meg.” I smile as she flushes. “I like the pigtails.”

I do. I can’t help but think about all the ways I can gripthem while I fuck into her. I take a deep breath. Tossing her over my shoulderand forcing her to the bedroom won’t help my case right now.

There’s an uncomfortable silence that Cian moves to fill. Hestands and walks to me, giving me a manly hug. “It’s good to see you, brother.”

My soul feels softer. Cian is whole. It’s been a long timesince Cian has been complete. I envelope my brother, the man who holds half mysoul, in a spine-cracking bear hug. I look over to Meg. “Thank you,” I mouth.