The messages kept coming.

He’d left his phone behind while they’d gone away on their honeymoon, as had Victoria. They’d enjoyed two weeks on the Royal Yacht, only reachable via the on-board satellite phone which he’d used twice a day to check up on James—who’d had the time of his life with Auntie Alexi. At the time, he’d had no idea what the girl was doing to entertain his brother but had been grateful. However, not so much on his return home.

He’d come back to find his brother covered in bruises from adventures such as paintballing, learning how to skateboard, and other such insane activities she’d had the two of them doing. However, he had to grudgingly admit the photographs she’d sent to his phone were adorable.

But that was when he’d seen the messages. Several a day had come through to his phone while he’d been gone. More images of him almost naked, one that suggested he definitely was. The worst was an image taken from a security camera of Geri oiling his shoulders and back where he couldn’t reach. It looked highly sexual, even if it was the furthest thing from it; in fact, he was sure the images were from his last night at the club. He was never more thankful than refusing the fluffing service she’d had to offer the strippers than he was at that moment.

He did as Marcus said and messaged the guard with simply, 7-7-7.

‘Happy to be home?’ Victoria asked as she came into the bedroom of the penthouse they were still renting, kicking off her high heels before standing before him. ‘You know, we have the whole place to ourselves tonight. No James until tomorrow afternoon.’

‘What are you thinking?’

‘I was thinking,’ she said with a wicked smirk. ‘That we could christen a few more of the rooms here.’

‘Really?’ Cormac looked towards the doors that led out to their private sitting room. ‘Do you think they’re jealous?’

‘That these rooms keep getting all the sex? Most definitely,’ she said with a solemn nod. ‘How about we take a swim?’ Cormac’s cock instantly twitched at the idea. Since their wedding night, she’d had a bit of a penchant for outdoor experiences. The pool and the sun lounging deck on the yacht had become her favoured places for their fun while they were away. The possibility of them being seen was a thrill for her, even if the crew knew that when he’d told them they wanted complete privacy, they weren’t to be anywhere above deck, not just on the parts they were enjoying. It was the titillation of the idea of someone watching that drove her wild. The fact their pool here was in the open—even if they were at the top of one of the tallest towers in all the land—was obviously giving her the same ideas.

‘Want to go skinny dipping?’ he asked, his fingers slipping under the thin straps of her summer dress before slowly pushing them over her shoulders and down her arms. She breathed in deeply as the dress fell from her torso, exposing her breasts to the air. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her lips before moving to her neck.

She moaned as he kissed just below her earlobe, her hands grasping his arms to keep herself steady as she turned into his touch. His fingers gently stroked up her side, causing her to shiver, her breath turning ragged as he lightly skimmed the side of her breast.

‘Cormac,’ she hissed breathlessly as she arched her back slightly, trying to get him to touch her properly. ‘Please.’

‘Now, now, princess,’ he whispered in her ear as his other hand reached up to her hair to undo the clip that held it up. ‘We’re not at the pool yet, isn’t that where you want me to fuck you?’ She moaned wantonly at his words. ‘Isn’t that where you want your sweet prince to turn you from a royal lady into a common whore?’

‘Oh, God!’ she whimpered before grabbing his face and bringing it to hers. She kissed him with such ferocity that it took Cormac a second to respond in kind. He pulled her against his body, holding her tightly as he poured every ounce of his desire, his love for her, into the kiss.

He pushed the dress down over her hips, so it slid from her body, before slipping his fingers into the sides of her knickers and pushing them down to join the discarded dress.

Her hands moved to his belt, quickly unbuckling it while he worked on his fly. They weren’t going to make it to the pool, but he’d ensure he made it up to her afterwards.

‘Cormac,’ she said against his lips. ‘The window.’

‘What?’ he asked glancing towards the glass. The curtains were open; did she suddenly want them shut?

‘I want you to take me up against it.’

‘Oh, you are—’

The shrill ringing of his phone made the two of them jump. He frowned down at where he’d thrown it on the bed when she’d come in, and seeing private number, he ignored it, pulling Victoria to him to capture her lips again. But when the phone rang out, it started all over again.

The two of them groaned.

‘Just answer it,’ she said as she turned around. He grabbed the phone, hating the damn device even more, and swiped up so hard he thought he could crack the glass on it, before all but shouting into it, What?

He watched Victoria sashay her way towards the window dressed only in her stiletto sandals. She reached the glass pane and turned around, resting her back against it. Her hand slithered down her torso between her breasts, moving down past her navel and into her small thatch of hair that crowned her glory.

‘What?’ he snapped again, having completely missed whatever it was the person calling him had said. He was enraptured by her fingers slowly moving within her folds, her little gasps of pleasure as she stared back at him with lust filled eyes. She bit her lip as she tried to bite back a moan, but the wanton little sound slipped between them and went straight to his straining cock. ‘I’m rather busy right now.’

‘I said, you’re late on your payment.’ Cormac froze as he recognised O’Malley’s voice. ‘Now put your bride down, tuck your cock away, and get your arse downstairs. I’m waiting.’ The line went dead.

He slowly dropped the phone from his ear, staring at Victoria as she posed in front of the window, the sun framing her as a silhouette made it all the more sensual and meant to stoke the fire of desire within him, but at that moment, all it filled him with was ice.

‘Get away from the window,’ he snapped at her, racing forward and grabbing her by the arm to haul her from the glass.

‘Cormac!’ Victoria gasped as he grabbed the curtains and pulled them across the window, plunging the room into darkness and hiding them from sight. ‘What on earth—’

‘Someone was watching,’ he bit out, turning away from her as he tucked his now very limp length back inside his boxers and refastened his trousers.

‘They were what?’ she cried, rushing for her robe and throwing it around her. ‘How?’

‘I dunno,’ he answered honestly. ‘I’m going to go and find out what’s going on. I won’t be long.’ He didn’t look back as he stormed from the room, cursing up a storm.

He searched for Marcus’ number as he pressed the button to call the lift.

‘Hello?’ came Marcus’ voice over the line.

‘We got a big problem,’ was all he was able to say before the lift arrived and he hung up.