He thought she was pulling it away, but no—she was guiding him. They both watched in the mirror as she led his hand over her belly and pressed it against the crotch of her shorts. He could feel the repressed spring of her curls through two thin layers of fabric, could delineate the folds of her pussy.

Nya held his gaze in the mirror as she lifted her hips, as if offering herself to him, and he pressed down on her clit. He rubbed slowly, relentlessly, watching the pleasure build in her. The mirror revealed everything to him: how the muscles of her stomach undulated, how her feet pushed down into the mattress, and how her expression contorted as sensation overtook sense.

He gave her nipple a final squeeze before sliding his arm across her chest, holding her close as she bucked beneath the circle and flex of his fingers on her clit. His own cock was so hard that it was painful, but his attention was fixated on the way her eyes fluttered, how she gasped for breath, the press of her fingertips into his forearm as she held on with both hands—pushing and pulling as if she couldn’t decide what she wanted from him except his hand on her.

“Johan. Yes. Yes.”

Her eyes squeezed—he already knew this tell of hers—and when she let out a harsh yelp and shivered in his arms, he slowed, but didn’t stop.

She met his gaze in the mirror.

“Oh goddess, I think you could make me come again just looking at me like that.”

Her words pulsed through him as if she’d taken his cock in her hand. It seemed her orgasm had helped her get rid of some of her shyness. Johan wondered what a second one would do.

“That’s going to be inconvenient,” he said, rubbing her hard again. “Because every time I look at you, I’m going to think of how sexy you look right now and I don’t think I’ll be able to help it.”

She turned to kiss him again—he wouldn’t have to wonder long. Her second orgasm hit her harder, longer, and made him glad they were the only two in this wing because it seemed his quiet Nya was not always quiet. She keened into his mouth as she rode his hand, and Johan thought one more errant rub of her ass might send him over the edge, too.

He held her as she slumped back against him. In the mirror, her lips were turned up in a sated smile and her eyes were shut as if she was going back to sleep.

“That was fast,” she murmured. “You have magic hands.”

“Yes. I was cursed by a witch with an ‘orgasm hands’ spell,” he said blithely, though his cock was still hard and he desperately wanted to know what her hands felt like on his body, and how tightly she would fit around his cock. He could live without knowing, though. He wouldn’t rush her into anything.

“Maybe I was cursed, too,” she said, looking up at him as she nestled down against his erection. “Let’s find out.”

Johan dearly, dearly wanted to find out, but then his phone rang. People rarely called him, so when they did he always expected bad news.

He kissed her temple and reached for the phone.

“You’re up early,” Greta said when he answered.

“What’s wrong?” He didn’t like suspense.

“I was wondering why you locked the shared document so I couldn’t make any changes. I need to add more information about the Njaza land mine organization.”

The bad feeling that’d had Johan pacing in the middle of the night returned with a vengeance. “I haven’t accessed the doc in two days, and I certainly didn’t lock you out of it.”

“Are you sure?”

Nya sat up, looking at him with worry in her eyes.

“Positive. I’m going to go change my passwords and then you can go in and compare the current docs with our backups to see if anything has been changed.”

“Do you think someone hacked it? How?”

Johan had every possible password protection protocol. If someone had accessed the accounts it had to be a high-level hacker. He didn’t want to think about the other possibility.

He eased from the bed and grabbed his tablet. “We’ll discuss that later. I’ll call you in a few minutes.”

“What’s going on?” Nya asked.

“Just . . . stuff. Work stuff. Referendum stuff. Sorry, I have to handle it immediately.”

“Can I do anything?” she asked.

He was going to say no, but if he did, that meant she would leave, and Johan wanted her to stay even if there were to be no further mirror adventures. “Want to make us some coffee?”

She quietly prepared them two cups from the small contraption on a side table, and he filled her in on what he’d discovered the previous night and what had happened that morning.

“Why would someone try this hard to hurt you?” she asked.

“I’m starting to understand just what some people will do for money. They want the royal family gone,” he said. Johan smiled at the irony. How many times had he wished for the same thing? But these people were messing with Lukas’s future. It was one thing if the citizens voted to get rid of the monarchy; it was another if someone was trying to tip the scales against them.

Nya ran a hand through his hair, the scratch of her nails calming his whirring thoughts. “What are you going to do?”

“I’ll have to talk to Linus. I’ll see if he’s awake now.” As he looked up at her, he realized that both the referendum and his personal life were starting to get messier than anticipated. He’d imagined that he could handle both a large-scale social change and Nya with his usual distance, but he’d been wrong, and now one might endanger the other.