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“Can I take these shoes off?” She reached down and pulled off the black, glittery heels. “My feet are killing me.” Her gaze traveled along my chest and torso. “I didn’t expect the tattoos.”

“No?” I finished unbuttoning my shirt, and then slipped it from my shoulders. “Ink therapy is relaxing for me.”

She let out a slow, hot breath as I turned and tossed my shirt over the chair. I closed my eyes the second her fingertips traced the ink on my bare back, dragging her nails just enough to make me shiver.

“Like what you see?” I murmured.

She paused, her fingers pressing a fraction from my lower spine. “I’m just deciding where the rest of my marks should go.”

“Do you have any tattoos?” I asked.

“No, but maybe someday I’ll get one.”

“My artist is extremely skilled.” I faced her. “I can refer you to her if you’d like.”

“Okay,” she whispered as she stared into my eyes.

“I might like watching you get your first tattoo.” I wanted to choose it for her and dictate where she put it. The things I could make her do for me. Stop! One night. That’s it.

She tensed when I snaked my arm around her back and tugged her to me.

“Would a drink help relax you?” I asked.

“I’ve already had too much to drink,” she admitted.

“Do you want to forget about this?” I pressed her soft form against my chest as I focused on her lips. “If you do, I have a request.”

“What is it?”

“Your mouth has enchanted me all night.” I drifted my thumb across her bottom lip. “I’d like to kiss you.”

“I think I’d like that.”

Kissing her wasn’t going to be enough; I had to make this one so enticing that she didn’t want to leave. I rested my palm on her cheek, tangling my fingers in her hair as I drew her face closer to mine. What is it about you that has me so taken?

I tilted my head and guided her mouth to mine. Once our lips touched, the taste of berries coated mine. As if she wasn’t tempting enough, she tasted of fucking berries.

As I deepened the kiss, she draped her arms over my shoulders and skimmed the back of my neck with her fingers. I gripped her hip, closing any space between us.

She gasped when my erection grazed her stomach, quickly pulling back.

“I won’t apologize for what you’ve done to me.”

“Don’t apologize.” She glided her fingers through my hair, and that unassuming gesture drove me wild with need. Her touch was fire to my skin. A slow, deliberate tease that shattered my restraint and left me aching. “I haven’t changed my mind. I want to be here.”

That’s enough for me.

“I want you here.” I slid my hand down the curve of her neck until my fingers found the cool metal of her zipper. “I’ve wanted you from the moment you stumbled into me.”

I turned her away from me and lowered her zipper, spreading the material apart and revealing her smooth, toned back. Tugging the dress down her body, I kissed her shoulder as it dropped to the floor and pooled around her feet. I pressed my chest against her bare back, fighting the urge to remove her panties. Not yet…savor her.

Her muscles coiled under my touch, but I didn’t relent as I slid my hands along her soft flesh, trying to get her to loosen up.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me.” I gripped her hip and lowered my lips to her neck. “Relax.”

“I’m trying.” She breathed out when I swirled my finger around her nipple. “I like when you touch me.”

“Then I’ll touch all of you.” I trailed my hand down her stomach and to the hem of her panties. “With my hands, my lips, my tongue.” I slipped my hand inside her panties. “And when you’re ready, I’ll give you my cock.”