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Furious bellows for security chase us.
“You’re really gonna get me thrown in jail,” I chuckle while smashing the button to call the elevator. It pings and opens immediately, granting us a quick escape.
Gemma winks once I’ve lowered her back down to her high heels. “Worth it, right?”
I rub a palm over my full stomach. There’s a definite waddle in my stride as I follow Chance’s lead to our hotel room. He tried to carry me, but I insisted otherwise.
“Dinner was too good,” I groan. “Why’d you let me eat so much? One more bite and my dress would’ve burst at the seams.”
“That’s exactly what I was going for.” His gaze grows heavy and hot while roving over me. “I’ve spent entirely too long imagining that silk in my grip as I peel it off your body. The moment is about to be mine.”
I fan my face. “You sure know how to sweet talk your way into a girl’s panties. Too bad I’m not wearing any.”
He swipes his phone over a sensor on one of the two doors on the penthouse floor. After pushing it open, he motions me inside. “Prove it, Wildflower.”
My hips swing with extra sizzle when I sweep past him. That saucy flare snuffs out the instant I get a peek of where we’re staying tonight. I stumble to a halt near a bathroom that’s probably bigger than my entire studio apartment.
“What did I just walk into?”
His steps are nearly silent on the plush carpet. “Welcome to the Presidential Suite.”
“Are we expecting company?” I glance into the first of what appears to be three bedrooms.
Chance leans against a portion of the glass walls that provide a panoramic view, toeing off his leather loafers. “Just you and me and over three thousand square feet to explore.”
“Damn,” I whistle. “This is over the top extravagant. It even smells like too much money.”
He inhales deeply while shedding his black socks. “I have it to spend and there’s no better reason than spoiling you.”
“There are much more practical uses for your fortune.”
“Such as paying for our road trip? If you allow it, I’ll pay for your horse and his training too. There’s a Buckin’ Bulls N’ Broncs Bonanza along the way if you don’t mind adding a stop.”
Only one part of his response sticks. “You’re really coming with me?”
“Oh, I’ll always come with you.” His smolder blazes a fiery path between us and I’m suddenly burning up. “Should we get naked?”
Amusement puffs out to temporarily replace my astonishment. “Just like that, hmm?”
He straightens and yanks at the knot of his tie. “I can’t wait much longer.”
“But…” I spin in a slow circle next to the gleaming fireplace that doesn’t have so much as a smudge. “I’m almost afraid to touch anything.”
Chance shrugs out of his suit jacket, flinging it over a bar stool at the granite kitchen island. “Once I’m done with you, our mark will be spread across every surface.”
“Is that so?” The saucy vixen I’ve become on certain occasions sharpens her claws.
“Have I been a good boy?” The eagerness in his voice pairs well with the tented fabric at the front of his trousers.
“Very good,” I praise.
“Can I have my reward?” It’s not a secret what he’s after.
Apparently, Chance has a fascination with getting me out of this gown. Who am I to refuse such a simple pleasure? I nod and stay standing by the oversized sectional sofa.
His long stride crosses the room in four steps. I tip my chin, admiring his broad frame towering over me. He bends to kiss me as his palms slide over my waist and drift to the top of the zipper between my shoulder blades. The silk slips from me quickly, pooling into a purple heap at my ankles. Cool air prickles my nakedness, but the inferno of his undivided devotion sets a fire within me.
A needy whine slips from my parted lips when my nipples tighten for him. “Was that everything you envisioned?”
