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“He’s here,” I say, and she looks even more confused, but when I turn my head, my words are confirmed.
Dante is striding through the club, phone in hand, walking our way.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Sammi says under her breath as we all watch him coming, his eyes locked to mine.
“Ope, there goes Lilah’s night,” Candy says with a laugh. I can’t respond, though, because my husband is closing in on us, a plain, white, fitted undershirt tucked into a pair of slacks like he couldn’t even bother to put his shirt back on before leaving the house and coming to get me.
But why?
And then my drunk ass remembers the texts I was sending not long ago, before I got distracted, and the smile grows on my lips.
He sees it and despite the fact that he doesn’t slow, doesn’t smile at me, I see it in his eyes. The warmth that grows there. The humor.
Finally, he’s to where I’m sitting, his hand reaching down to grab the back of my neck and pull, lifting me up onto shaky knees and pulling me into him, kissing me like I didn’t just leave the house a few hours ago.
Cheers and groans and a, Get a room! come, but I ignore them, making out with my husband slash fiancé in a crowded strip club while some of my favorite friends flounce around topless nearby.
My life is utterly insane, and I utterly adore it.
When he finally breaks the kiss, his hand leaves my neck, trailing my arm until it’s at my wrist then tugging.
“See you later, ladies,” he says and, as we retreat. Sammi and Candy scream and laugh before going back to the task of throwing singles at strippers and enjoying the night.
“What are we doing, Dante?” I ask with a giggle, stumbling in my too-high heels. He pauses, catching me as always and dipping to pick me up bridal style. Then he takes long strides to a door that I still can’t walk past without thinking of him.
“Something I’ve been thinking about for a fucking lifetime, Delilah.” He walks through the door, locking it behind him and setting me down before moving to a corner where the music settings are and messing with it before soft, sultry music flows into the room.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, looking around and understanding what he’s saying. “Are we really doing this?” I ask, scanning the familiar room, old memories coming back like warm caresses.
This is where it all started, Dante and I.
The questions and answers.
Dante sitting in the shadows, fighting the urge to steal me and hide me away.
Paying to spend time with me.
Becoming mine.
“Fuck yeah, we are,” he says, moving to take an all too familiar seat. He sits there and leans back, kicking his legs out and crossing them, his head falling to the shadows.
“God, this brings back memories,” I say with a smile, the low music playing the same way it did back then.
“It’s bringing back how I always wanted to fuck you every time we were in this room like that.” With three drinks in my system, the music enters my veins, forcing my body to move to the beat. A low, quiet groan falls from Dante’s lips, and it sends a bold of heat through my body.
“You never even touched me when we were in here like this.”
“I knew if I ever did, I’d never stop,” he says as I move to the panel that controls the music, turning it up just a bit.
“You also never let me undress when I was in here with you,” I say, my voice husky with the promise of what’s to come.
“Jesus, Lilah. Knew if I saw you like that, your perfect body on display for me and me alone, I’d lose any desire to play it safe. I’d steal you away, lock you in the compound until you agreed to be mine.” My breathing goes wonky as I move a hand to the back of my dress where a zipper sits low, tugging it down and loosening the material.
“I would have, you know,” I say, swaying my hips. “Agreed to be yours.” My hand moves to the thin strap of the red dress, pushing it down my shoulder and repeating it on the other side until the top of the dress falls down to my waist, leaving me in just a thin bra with low cups on top. My thumbs move into the dress, pushing it over my hips until it falls to the ground.
“That’s a lie.” His words are low, his eyes locked on where my thumbs are pushing down fabric.
“We’ve always had a pull, Dante. You know that. I would have fallen for you the way I did one way or another.” I step out of the dress, kicking it to the side until I’m standing before him in thigh-high tights with lacy tops, a thin red bra, and a high-cut red satin thong.
