Paige groaned. “All those pretty clothes. I’m claiming them as an expense.”
“Don’t you always?” Graham asked.
Addison smiled, then thought of the blue dress she’d bought. Hmm…maybe she could fit it in her go bag—it was a seriously hot dress.
“You coming?” Devon asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. See you guys in about four hours.”
Devon rested his hand on her lower back as they crossed the hall. “How are you feeling?”
“Antsy. Restless. Nervous.” She pushed open the door to their room.
“Understandable.” He shrugged out of his jacket and slung it over the end of the bed, then loosened the tie around his neck and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. “Want to work some of that nervous energy out?”
She stopped pacing and stared at him. Damn. Standing in the middle of the room with his tie askew and his hands in his pockets, he was eye porn. It hit her—this was probably the last chance they’d have to be together. They hadn’t really discussed after.
After they rescued Braedon and Michael. After they got back to the States. After their lives returned to normal—if that ever happened. This was it for them, and she might be more anxious about that than getting Braedon out of the dungeon.
“What?” he asked when she just stared at him.
She kicked off her heels and unzipped the zipper at the back of her dress, letting it slide off her shoulders, over her hips to the floor.
“Addy?”
“Devon?”
“What are you doing?”
“Taking my clothes off. What are you doing?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he licked his lips. His gaze trailed down her body. “Watching you take off your clothes.”
“Are you just going to watch?”
He slid his tie over his head and let it drop. “You gonna take your bra off?”
“I think I’ll wait until you’re caught up.”
She laughed when he pulled his shirt off without unbuttoning it, popping a few buttons in the process, and stripped out of his pants. He forgot about his shoes and fell over when his feet got tangled in the fabric.
“Oh, you think this is funny.” Free of his clothes, he leapt up and tackled her to the bed.
Addison shrieked as they hit the bed and bounced.
“Shh.” He covered her mouth with his hand. “People are going to think I’m murdering you.”
“Please. Like I’m the only one screaming in this place. Besides, you’re the sub—they’ll think you’re the one screaming.”
“In that case, you should be on top.” He rolled them over and centered them on the bed.
She pushed up and straddled his hips. “Now that I have you here, what should I do with you?”
“Whatever you want.”
His words felt heavier than he probably intended. Devon gripped her ass and rocked her hips, reminding her she shouldn’t read anything into his comment other than a sexual invitation.
Bending forward, she flicked his nipple with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth and biting it.
