“Just how open are you?” Gage asks, pointing his chin at my wristband.
“I’d like to think I’m open to anything. Except for other partners.”
A muscle in his jaw ticks. “Agreed.” He takes a deep breath, then picks up my wrist, running his nose along my skin before placing it on his shoulder. “In fact, I’d like to prove that.”
“Prove it?”
He stands, and my hand slowly falls from his shoulder to glide down his chest, then his abs. The hard ridges of muscles, prominent even through the fabric of his black T-shirt.
Wordlessly, he threads his fingers through mine, then encourages me off my stool, leading me away from thebar. He looks over his shoulder as I follow him, but we don’t move to one of the daybeds set up along the outskirts of the bar floor. Instead, we move to a hallway beside the bar. The black glossy floors are marked with strips of white that lead down various paths.
The further we get from the bar, the more the sounds transition from soft moans to sultry music. We reach a black door with a gold name plaque that says,The Fortuna Room.
Gage enters a code on a panel beside the handle, and the keypad flashes green, then he leads me in.
The room is lit with a soft amber glow coming from the gold wall lamps. Light reflecting around the room from their fractured, crystal shades. A brown leather sofa sits in the middle of the room, facing a mirrored wall.
My hand tightens in Gage’s as my mind goes into overdrive, filling me with thoughts of what’s about to happen. What’s about tochangebetween us.
Gage walks us to the couch, then turns into my body, his stomach colliding with my chest because he’s a freaking giant. The corner of his mouth pulls into an easy smile as he brushes a hand through my hair, then lowers himself to the couch. With his hands on my waist, he pulls me in, parting his legs so I can stand between them. Our faces are closer together now, and I can see the detail in his green eyes. A deep teal ring around the edge of his irises and golden yellow in the centre that bleeds into the sage. Complex and captivating, just like the man before me.
I reach a hand out, running it through his deep brown waves until my fingers reach the shorter strands at the back. Gage closes his eyes and rests his forehead against my stomach. It feels so safe and warm to be held within his grasp, the tightening in my limbs releasing at his close proximity.
His hands squeeze over my hips before gliding up and down my sides. My arms and legs tingle as I come alive under his touch. When his palms move to my back, I hold my breath. There isn’t any way this man could touch me and not have it feel completelydestined. Like a mark upon my soul, Gage Heart was meant to be embedded in my existence for better or worse.
He moves further back on the couch, then turns me in his arms and pulls me down to his lap, ushering my back against his chest.
With my head leaning back on his shoulder, he whispers in my ear. “I wanted to show you something.”
“Yes?”
“Show you all the ways that I want you. Only you.”
My pulse thunders in my ears, my lungs burning to catch up, claiming the air he steals from me with his words.
His fingers run over my neck, across my shoulder, leaving a trail that his lips follow until he reaches the strap of my dress. He pulls it aside, along with my bra strap, while his other hand rests on my thigh.
My legs are squirming, my skin crawling with the need for more. Gage strokes his fingers up and down my inner thigh, moving my dress higher the further he explores. The slow onslaught of his teasing has me ready to combust.
“Can you see how perfect you look like this?” he whispers.
I open my eyes, startled by our reflection in the mirror in front of us. Nothing is exposed, but the sight is indecent—provocative—all the same. The evidence is clear of how much we want each other.
“Should we show everyone else how perfect you look?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a two-way mirror,” he says, right as his fingertips gently brush over my underwear, making me jump in his hold.
“So there could be people watching us?”
Gage hums against my skin. He moves a hand up my chest, brushing over the neckline of my dress and teasing just over my breasts, right as his other hand runs over my covered pussy.
I gasp as the sensations consume me.
“Would you like to see?”
I think for all of two seconds before I slowly nod. Gage reaches over to a control sitting on a table beside the couch, and the mirror flickers before revealing a couch on the other side. Two men and a woman watch us with rapt attention. I’ve never done anything like this, but with Gage, I feel daring enough to lean into it.
