“I’m not bridging the fifth wall, remember?”
Now, his lips curved. “I’m just cleaning up.”
I peered around. “You showering? I wouldn’t mind the show.”
“Later.”
The answer had me wondering, “Do you have to work?”
“While you’re wearing that dress? No way. I told Luigi to call Luc if he wanted orders tonight.” His mouth tightened. “Anyway, after that display out there—fuck,duci.I wanted to kill him.”
He grabbed a plush towel from the sideboard and dried off by wringing the defenseless piece of fabric like it was that guy’s neck.
My lips curved as I straightened his mussed sports coat once he turned to face me. “You going to take this off?”
“I’ll take it off if you want,amore mia.”
“You gonna be my private dancer?” I managed to tease—the endearment getting thrown back at me had me swallowing down nerves.
“If you’ll dance with me too.”
Interest piqued, I hummed. “Maybe we could go to your ballroom.”
“Ourballroom. And I told you, you never have to go to that house again.”
“You shored up the security, didn’t you?”
“I did.” He cupped my chin. “You want me to fuck you on our ballroom floor,liunissa.”
“I do.” I could feel the heat on my cheeks. “Feels like it’d be good for me. You know, to reclaimourspace.”
Triumph roared to life in his expression, but he merely tapped my nose. “That can be arranged.”
Snagging both his hands in mine, I bridged them and then tugged him into moving with me.
The tension in his shoulders abated as we swayed to another of my favorite songs—this sleeping with the owner stuff came with definite perks—and gradually, the disruption faded into the past and all that mattered wasnow.
His lips caught mine as he dove in deep, tasting me, exploring me, thrusting his tongue against mine as he fucked me there while our bodies writhed to the beat.
I pushed into him, ensuring as much of us connected as possible—needing more, needing pressure, needing to touch him. All while knowing that this need would never be fulfilled. Not in a decade or a century.
When he relinquished his hold on my fingers, I yanked on his jacket, whimpering until he helped me remove it. I immediately toyed with the buttons on his shirt. There was no way he’d let us get fully naked, but part way? I’d take it.
With his shirt unfastened, my hands sought the muscles on his back. Of course, I dug my nails in deep.
“That’s it,liunissa.I love it when you show me your claws.”
I ignored him to dot kisses over the ink on his chest, sliding my tongue along the lines, savoring his taste which beads of perspiration only amplified.
Any other guy, I’d have puked a little in my mouth at the prospect of licking his sweat.
Stan, not so much.
God, he smelled delicious.
A part of me questioned if that meant we were immunologically compatible. Another part accepted it without confirmation of the truth.
When his hands returned to my hips, digits back to dragging up my skirt, I shimmied against him in encouragement. He tucked the hem into the waist of my panties, then slid his fingers over my ass cheeks, tugging them apart as the tips delved deeper.
