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His grin is slow and mean. “Or I’m gonna christen every room in this house with you in that dress.”
My whole face goes hot. “There are like thirty rooms in this house!”
“Thirty-four.” He pushes off the doorframe. “So we should get started.”
I run.
I don’t even think about it. I just bolt past him in my bare feet, laughing my ass off, sequins flying, and he lets me get all the way down the stairs and halfway across the living room before his shadows catch me around the waist and reel me right back against his chest.
“You never learn,” he growls into my ear.
“I’m a slow learner,” I pant. “Maybe you should teach me again.”
He laughs, a low, dark sound I can feel through my whole back. Then he throws me over his shoulder like he did that first night, and I squeal, kicking at nothing, my ass right up in the air next to his face.
“Nik! Put me down!”
“No.”
He smacks my ass, hard, right through the sequins. Then he carries me down the hall and kicks open the doors to the library.
The fire’s already going. I swear he does that shit on purpose. The whole room glows orange, every shelf of monster romance lit up in the dark, the rolling ladder leaning against the wall. He drops me on the big leather couch in front of the fireplace so fast I bounce.
“First room,” he says.
“You’re insane.”
“We covered that.” He kneels between my legs, and his huge hands slide up the outside of my thighs, pushing the sequins up with them. “I’ve been thinking about this since the dressing room, Red. You standing on that pedestal in this thing, smirking at me like you knew exactly what you were doing to me.”
“I did know.”
“I know you did.” His thumbs hook into my panties. “That’s why you’re gonna pay for it.”
He rips them. Just straight up rips them off me like they’re made of paper. They were from the boutique, and they probably cost more than my old phone, and he tosses them into the fire without even looking.
“Those were brand new!”
“I’ll buy you more.” He hooks my knees over his shoulders and pulls me to the edge of the couch. “I’ll buy you a thousand pairs just so I can do that every single night.”
Then his mouth is on me, and I forget how to talk.
He doesn’t tease this time. He eats me like he’s been starving all day, his tongue flat and slow from my entrance all the way up to my clit, then back down again. His beard scratches the insides of my thighs. His shadows slide up under the dress and find my nipples through the sequins, pinching just hard enough to make me gasp. I grab his hair with both hands and grind against his face like a woman who has no shame left at all, because I don’t, not with this man, not anymore.
“That’s it,” he growls against my pussy, and the sound of it vibrates right through my clit. “Ride my face, baby. Show me how much you like your new house.”
“I love my new house,” I gasp. “I love it so fucking much!”
He laughs into me, and that’s what does it. I come so hard my thighs clamp around his head, and the fire pops, and the shadows on the walls go wild.
He doesn’t give me a second to breathe. He stands, shoves his sweatpants down, and pulls me up off the couch by my hips. He turns me around and bends me over the arm of it, my face toward the fireplace, the sequins pushed all the way up around my waist.
“Hold on to something, Red.”
“To what?!”
“Anything.”
I grab the couch cushion with both hands just as he pushes into me in one long, deep stroke, all the way to the base, and I swear my soul leaves my body for the second time today.
