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Nerissa smiled through the tears. “I wanted to wait, to hear what you decided on. If you dress in violet, I’ll dress in deep plum. Long, elegant. We’d better hurry the shopping, though. We don’t have much time left. As far as venues, I’m afraid we’ve waited too long to book any place I can think of.”
I stopped her fretting with another kiss. “Shush, my sweet. The perfect place will crop up and I promise you, you’ll love it. You start looking for gowns tomorrow—I’ve told you what I want, and I trust your taste. But I do want you to promise me something else.”
“What?” She sounded eager, and I realized how much my being part of the decision-making process meant to her. It really did matter.
“I want to throw all the pledge ceremony crap out the window and just marry you. I still have to be Roman’s consort and I don’t mind if you play with the boys. But we get married.”
Nerissa gasped. Shifting in her seat, she asked, “But what about the logistics? You know…you’re a vampire, I’m a Were. We talked about future problems…what about all of that?”
“Fuck it all to hell. Let’s just stop dancing around vocabulary and you just fucking become my wife. On our terms, in our way, by our rules.”
And then, as she teared up again, I pulled her to me, my lips against hers. As I shifted, our kiss became deeper and she moaned in my mouth. She reached for my blouse, unbuttoning it from the top, and her hands sought my breasts. I didn’t wear a bra most of the time, and so her fingers grazed my nipples, teasing me as she thumbed them and then pinched, hard. My clit started to ache. I wanted her, wanted to stroke her, eat her out, watch her come.
Standing, I reached for the buttons on my jeans, but she slapped my hands away and slowly unbuttoned them one by one, then slid them down my legs, stopping at eye level with my cunt. I wasn’t wearing underwear either, and she leaned in, tongued me quickly, a long slash of moisture against my aching fire.
“Gods, do that again.” I started to kick off my jeans, but she stopped me.
“Wait.” Nerissa slowly stood and opened her coat but did not take it off. She was wearing only pink panties, a garter belt, stockings, and a push-up bra. In her heels, she looked like some wanton succubus and I found it hard to keep from tackling her right there.
But she held up one hand. “Pull up your jeans.”
“Why?” I looked around. “It’s so loud out front that no one will hear us.”
But as she shook her head, someone knocked on the door. She motioned for me to stay put and walked over to answer it.
“You can’t answer it dressed like that—” I started to say, but she opened it, peeking out. A second later, she stood back and swung the door open.
Confused, I quickly buttoned my jeans again. But then my confusion turned to understanding as Roman stepped through the door. His gaze glittered as he first looked at Nerissa, and then at me.
“My limousine is waiting, ladies.” His voice was like silk over satin, smooth and delicious.
Nerissa smiled, graciously, and tied the belt of her coat, wrapping herself up again. She slipped her arm through mine and kissed me on the lips, then the neck. “I’m ready, willing, and able,” she said.
“I can see that, most delightfully.” Roman’s nostrils flared.
Nerissa straightened her shoulders. “I warn you. Menolly is my fiancée. And no matter what relationship you have with her, that will not change. She’s going to be my wife. But she is only your mistress. Do you understand?”
Roman bowed, flourishing his hand toward the door. “Understood. And understand this…I would not change your relationship for the world. It would hurt both of you. I simply want to taste a part of it, to be a small part of it. Even if only for one night out of a thousand.”
I still hadn’t found my tongue as we walked out of my office and to the front door. I didn’t know if I couldn’t think of anything to say, or if I was afraid of what I might say. So I said nothing at all.
Chapter 11
As we headed into the night, I suddenly realized what was happening.
“Nerissa, you don’t have to do this. I won’t let him coerce you.” A slow panic was starting to rise. “I won’t let anybody use you!”
“On the contrary, my sweet. Nerissa is the one who called me.” Roman motioned to his bodyguard, who opened the door to the long stretch limo for us. He waited for us to climb in, watching me expectantly.
Nerissa stepped in and slid across the seat. She patted the place next to her and I climbed in. Roman followed and his driver shut the door. As we headed into the night, a funny feeling settled in my stomach. Butterflies? Moths to the flame? I wasn’t sure.
I turned to Nerissa, ignoring Roman. “Are you sure? Are you sure you want to do this?”
She shrugged. “The only thing I’ve ever been sure about is my love for you. Men come and go—they’re nothing to me.” Pausing, she leaned around me to smile at Roman. “No offense, Roman, but seriously, pussy’s my first love. But I think you’re right. Since we have to share Menolly, we need to come to an understanding, and this may be the way.”
Roman gave a little shrug. “No offense taken, Mistress Nerissa. As I said, I am content to watch. If you invite me to join, I’ll be more than happy to oblige, but I would never pressure either of you to participate in something uncomfortable.”
I closed my eyes and leaned back against the seat. This was so not how I’d intended to spend the evening. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about the prospect. In fact, I was quickly reaching the point where I’d rather go fight a few ghosts than get through the next few hours.
