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SERENITY

“Iwant to rip that dress off you,” he murmured into my ear as we danced on the rooftop.

A thrill shot down my spine and I tightened my grip on his hand, pushing my body flush against his. “You can if you buy me a new one. I love this dress, but not out here. In your apartment. With our luck, someone’s in a helicopter right now, livestreaming this dance on a gossip site.”

“I guess we can make it to the apartment first.” He waited until the song ended before he took my hand and guided me back to the elevator, tucking me into his side as we waited for it to arrive. His fingertips dragged over my upper arm and along my shoulders, making me shiver with need, but I still wasn’t willing to risk it.

Some cameras had long lenses, and while Dash’s building was generally a lot more shielded from the public eye than my own, the last thing I felt like dealing with was a sex tape scandal. Instead, I leaned into him, my own hand roaming along his side until I cupped his firm ass in my palm and gave it a squeeze.

He laughed, the sound a little harsher than usual. Hearing it sent another shiver through me. One of anticipation this time. Dash never disappointed in bed, but I had a feeling he had something to prove tonight.

Our conversation had turned into a slow and sensual dance under the stars and now I was quite sure that he was going to make me his, just as surely as he was going to prove that he belonged to me. My heart skipped and raced as I looked up at him, his profile so sharp and handsome from this angle.

Mine.

It was still difficult to wrap my head around, but when the doors slid open and he hit the button for his penthouse, he pulled me to him and erased every other thought from my mind. He was mine and I was his, and his kisses promised that he’d spend the rest of his life showing me what that meant.

I heard the doors slide open, but I didn’t open my eyes. He walked me backward into his apartment. Once we were off the elevator, his kisses grew harder and more insistent, and just like he’d promised, he ripped the lacy dress right off me like it was tissue paper.

I gasped in surprise, but he let out a dark chuckle and kissed me again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and making me feel dizzy with desire to feel it in other places. Since the dress hadn’t required a bra, I was left in my panties and silver kitten heels, and Dash walked us right across the length of his apartment until he pushed me up against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking his balcony and the city below.

“They can’t see you,” he murmured between kisses. “I wouldn’t mind if they could, though. I want the whole world to know that I’m claiming you. That you’re mine.”

“And you’re mine.” I pushed his jacket off his shoulders, half ripping his buttons off his shirt in my haste to get it off. I tried to tear it all the way off but ripping well-tailored fabric turned out to be harder than when he’d done it to mine. Either way, between tugs and slips of my fingers, I got his shirt free and pushed that off. His hands ran down to my hips and gripped them tight.

Holding me to the window with one hand, he dipped the other between my legs, teasing me over the front panel of my panties as my head dropped back. My hands kept working on his belt and his fly, but I was panting as he moved his fingers up and down, finally bringing his hand up from my hip to one of my breasts to pinch my nipple.

I cried out, forgetting all about his pants for a minute until I felt the fabric against my stomach. Trying again, I pushed the pants off, loving the fact that his hips were already rocking into my own, his kisses getting even harder.

My eyes fluttered open so I could look at him and my heart leaped in my chest when I saw the expression on his face. His brow was furrowed. His eyebrows tugged together like he was lost in deep concentration and it was all for me. All on me.

I couldn’t stop the moan that broke free as I reached for him in turn, finding him hard as a rock in my palm. I stroked him. Dash growled, dropping to his knees in front of me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was vaguely aware that I was pushed up against a window as he rolled my panties off with his gaze hooked on mine.

But I trusted him.

If he said no one could see me, then no one could see me.

Even so, the only thing separating us from the world during our intense, sensual moment was a thin piece of one-way glass. The mere thought should’ve terrified me. But it didn’t. Because with him, I was safe.

The knowledge took the encounter to a whole other level. I was louder than ever when he buried his face between my legs and licked me like he’d been starved for years. My thighs started shaking. Bolts of pleasure shot through me, and I came hard and fast, riding his face while holding fistfuls of his hair.

When my legs threatened to collapse after, he caught me, picked me up, and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down gently on the bed, crawling onto it with me and kissing me until I was squirming for him all over again.

I shook my head when his fingers skated down my stomach. Catching his cheeks in my hands, I looked right into his eyes. “I want you, Dash. I love your fingers but not now.”

He nodded, his jaw tight, and pulled out a condom from his nightstand. It reminded me of another discussion I’d been meaning to have with him, but as I watched him roll it on, his muscles tight with restraint and his cock all thick and throbbing, I decided it could wait.

I wrapped myself around him with my arms and legs, holding onto him like a koala. He sank into me, and a tremor passed through him. I kissed him hard and he groaned into my mouth, his movements slower than usual as he fought to maintain control.

Even though I was underneath him, I picked up our pace, wanting him to know that he didn’t have to hold back on my account. When he was like this, all the way turned on and wild for me, it did things to me I couldn’t explain.

We moved together like we were still dancing on the roof, only no clothing separated us. Skin on skin, his heat lit fires inside me, burning me up with white-hot pleasure. Alone together, we didn’t have to hide anything from one another. We were free.

He looked into my eyes as he fucked me, raw and vulnerable, and I knew in that moment my heart would never belong to another man.

Dash was my everything.