Prologue
JORDAN
Ten Years Earlier
“Where are we going?”I ask again, my smile growing wider as Matt’s hand lands on my bare thigh and gives it a squeeze.
“I told you, it’s a surprise.” His fingers linger, warm and steady.
I can’t see anything except a faint flicker of light slipping in beneath the blindfold. He sent a gift earlier: a black Dolce & Gabbana dress, a BVLGARI gold necklace with a diamond pendant and matching earrings, and a La Perla silk eye mask with a note that read,Put this on when I tell you to.Very Matt. When he texted that he was two minutes out and to cover my eyes, I obeyed—slipping the fabric over my perfectly done hair and letting him take it from there.
We come to a stop.
“Are we there?”
“Red light,” he replies.
His hand slides farther up my leg, each inch adding to the anticipation. His fingertips graze my skin, light and deliberate, every touch stronger than the last. A flash of heat sparks low in my core as my legs fall open, hips tipping toward his touch, my bottom lip sliding between my teeth.
A low chuckle fills the space around me as he pulls his hand away. “Patience, babe.”
I can hear the satisfaction in his voice, and the smirk that’s no doubt on his face.
A few minutes later, we come to a stop again, and Matt cuts the engine. Fully reliant on my other senses, I listen as his door opens, then closes. Ten seconds later, the warm night air rushes in and Matt’s hand finds mine.
“Watch your head,” he says, guiding me out of the car.
I’m airborne a moment later, laughter spilling freely from my lips as his arms slip under my knees and around my waist. I loop mine around his neck.
“Oh my God. This is so dramatic,” I say through a laugh.
“Everything a twenty-fifth birthday should be.”
The walk is short, from what I’m guessing is a parking garage to a door, where Matt curses under his breath as he fumbles with it, trying to hold me and walk us through at the same time.
He sets me down, stands behind me, and grips my shoulders.
An elevator dings, followed by the sound of doors sliding open.
“Let’s go,” he murmurs low against my ear, guiding me inside.
We jolt upward, and he steps in close behind me. His arm slides around my waist, pulling me tight against him as his lips press behind my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You look really beautiful, babe.”
“Thank you.” I grin. “I’d return the compliment, but I haven’t seen you yet.”
I can only imagine what he looks like—the dashing young multimillionaire he is.
Matt’s hot. And if I had to describe him in one word?
Sin. Pure, unapologetic sin… and God help me, I’m about to do a lot of it.
“Is this where we have sex in the elevator?” I ask, joking, but not really.
He chuckles, lips trailing down my neck. “Not enough time for what I have planned to do to you.”
Goosebumps ripple down my arms as his tongue flicks againstmy pulse point. I shiver, every part of me primed for whatever surprise he has planned. “Jesus, Matt.” My voice is breathy, needy.
The elevator slows beneath us and finally stops. He guides me a few steps forward, my arms stretched out in front of me.
