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“Open,” Kiernan whispered as each man kissed my neck.

The conservatory stretched before me, and it was nothing like the ruin I remembered.

The iron framework had been restored, and each arch and strut gleamed. Hundreds of glass panels had been replaced with crystal-clear panes that caught the winter light. Heat circulated through the space where tropical palms rose toward the glass ceiling, flowering vines climbed the framework, and orchids hung in baskets among the ferns. A stone path wound through the greenery to a clearing at the center.

“We started weeks ago,” Oliver said. “You said it must have been magnificent once. So we brought it back.”

We’d stood in the ruin together, and I’d said something offhand while stepping around a dead palm frond. I barely remembered.

But Oliver had.

“I found specialists for the restoration,” Kiernan said. “Oliver researched the plants. Millie supervised when we couldn’t.”

“We left space,” Oliver added. “For whatever you want to grow.”

The tears came before I could stop them, and I could barely speak. “It’s perfect.”

I pulled Oliver to me first and held him hard. Then Kiernan. I buried my face against his chest.

We walked the path to the clearing, and I sank onto a wrought-iron, cushioned love seat. They settled on either side of me.

Outside, snow streaked past the glass. Inside, the air was warm and the plants reached toward the light.

“We should get ready,” Kiernan said after a while. “Our honeymoon flight leaves at four.”

“Our what?” I gasped. “Where are we going?” I looked over at Oliver, who shrugged.

“It’s a surprise,” Kiernan said, reaching into my robe to cup my breast before lowering his head and sucking my nipple into his mouth.

“What, um, should I pack?” I asked, having trouble speaking, especially when Oliver pushed my legs open and thrust a finger into my already-drenched pussy.

Kiernan raised his head. “You won’t be needing clothes. Either of you. I plan to keep your bodies naked and available to me the entire time we’re gone.”

Oliver sank to the floor, spread my legs wider, then licked through my folds. “Sounds like a perfect honeymoon to me,” he muttered before latching his lips to my clit.

“Me too,” I groaned as my body spasmed with an orgasm I hadn’t gotten permission to have.

“Tsk, tsk,” Kiernan scolded. “We may have to wait until we’re on the plane to punish you for that.”

I stuck out my lower lip in a pout, and Oliver raised his head.

“Is that look because you’ve earned a punishment or because you’ll have to wait to get it?”

I smirked. “Both.”