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“Oh fuck,” I hear Harper moan.
Ronan has her pressed up against a wall, balls deep inside her as she shatters around his cock. Neither have noticed me enter the room yet. And while voyeurism has always been Ronan’s thing, not mine, this is Harper, and anytime she orgasms, I want to watch.
“You should be more aware of your surroundings,” I say after Harper has finished, causing her to squeal while Ronan laughs.
“I knew you were there, Van. Did you enjoy the show?”
Pushing off the door frame, I smile as Ronan puts Harper down on her feet, but her knees buckle a little.
“You scared the life out of me,” she tells me, as I take in her naked form.
“Sorry about that, but we have a surprise for you.”
Her eyes widen. “For me? But you didn’t have to get me anything—you’ve all done enough.”
Ronan walks across the room to his closet. The asshole won’t shower her off. Fuck, I wouldn’t either. Dirty pricks the lot of us.
“We wanted to. Now hurry and get dressed before Cian comes looking for you. We all know we’ll be stuck in this room if he finds you here and you’re naked.”
Harper chuckles and walks over to Ronan’s closet, coming back out in one of his long-sleeved business shirts which barely covers her ass. Ronan hands her the scrap of lace she calls underwear, and she pulls them on. “Ready.”
The three of us head downstairs, and when we get into the foyer, she slips on her ballet flats. I stand behind her and cover her eyes with my hands. “No peeking, Love.”
She nods her understanding, and Ronan opens the front door. I carefully guide her outside and down the stairs, watching the smirk bloom on Cian’s face as he takes in her bare legs, but I’m thrown when Darragh does the same.
Once I get Harper down the stairs, I lift my hands from her eyes, and she stays silent. Momentarily, I wonder if it means she doesn’t like what she sees, but then a quiet sob escapes her lips, and I pull her back into my body.
“It’s beautiful,” she gushes.
“Isn’t it fantastic?!” Cian adds.
We might have gone a little crazy—the entire Jeep is covered in Swarovski crystals. Harper turns in my arms and pushes up on her toes. Everyone behind us will get an eye full off her ass right now, but I can’t seem to care as her lips press into mine.
“I shouldn’t accept this, but it’s so pretty. You all really shouldn’t have.”
The sounds of a scuffle and a man groaning have me automatically switching into fight mode. I pull Harper behind me quickly and look around to see if there is a direct threat to her safety. I relax when I see Harper’s bodyguard on the ground; Darragh has his boot on Callum’s neck and a gun aimed at the man’s head.
“Do you really think you get to look at her?” he shouts. “I will gouge your eyeballs out and make you fucking eat them.”
Harper peeks around me. “Hold up, killer. Shit. How can he protect me if he can’t look at me?”
“The same way all the other male staff members have been told to, that’s how,” he spits out.
Interesting—since when does Darragh care who looks at Harper?
“Let him up,” Ronan demands, and Darragh removes his boot from the man’s neck.
Once Callum is on his feet, he looks at Ronan. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just, I’m a hopeless romantic.”
“It’s not me you need to apologize to, it’s Harper, but let it be known this was your only warning.”
Harper walks around me and down the front stairs, stopping at Callum.
“I’m so sorry, Miss Daniels. It won’t happen again.”
Harper puts her hand on his shoulder. “Don’t sweat it. These idiots forget I got naked for a living, so half of the town has probably seen the goods.”
Ronan makes a choking sound and Cian’s eyes light up. “Darragh has a hard dick for you.”
