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Maybe she’d talk fast?
Apparently she planned on using body language. Zoe’s hands went to the belt on her trench coat. She slowly untied the fabric, then with a flick of her fingers, unbuttoned the jacket. A quick shimmy and it dropped to the floor.
Immediately followed by Dex’s jaw.
“Damn,” he breathed.
Zoe tugged the riding crop from the waistband of her tiny leather skirt. She used it to trace a tempting trail from her studded choker, over the tip of her leather bra and down to her fishnet-covered knee.
“Whip me, beat me, make me do anything you want,” he said reverentially.
Then he saw her unwrap the leather restraints he’d used on her from her wrist. His dick, already hard, stiffened like an iron bar.
Wow, bad-boy fantasies really did come true.
Zoe snickered, remembering him using similar words when he’d first seen her in this costume at the party. Was it less than a week ago? It felt like a lifetime.
Who knew after ten years of pretending to be an adult, she’d actually grow up in only five days? And in her first all-grown-up act, she snapped her riding crop against the counter and ordered, “Bedtime, big boy. Lead the way to your room.”
Dex laughed. She brandished the crop again, only this time she used it to trace a seductive path down the front of her leather bikini top and over the straps crisscrossing her belly.
His laughter faded, hunger lighting his aquamarine eyes. He angled his head toward the stairs and said, “After you.”
Zoe sashayed up the stairs, the feel of Dex’s eyes on her swaying hips a potent aphrodisiac. He gestured to the door on the right and she preceded him into his boyhood bedroom. Her heart melted a little when she saw the various pictures of the two of them taped around his mirror.
But that was the past. And she was here to negotiate the future. Tapping her crop against her thigh, she gestured to the bed. “Take off your shirt, lie down and listen, sugar. Now I’m in charge.”
Dex laughed.
Zoe slapped the riding crop against the footboard. The grin slid off his face, a look of intense sexual heat lighting his eyes. His gaze never leaving hers, he flicked the buttons open and dropped his shirt to the floor.
Zoe gave a hum of appreciation at the sight of that gorgeous chest. She’d kissed it, touched it, collapsed against it. But this was the first time she’d actually seen it. Her breath quickened. She wanted this. To see his eyes, to see his face while they made love. While she opened her heart to him.
“So I decided to stick around,” she told him as she traced the riding crop down his naked chest. It was hard to concentrate on her plan when he was half-naked in front of her, but she was determined.
“Not for a job, although we can talk about that possibility later.” She liked the idea of working with Dex every once in a while. She loved what she did with her consulting gig. But Dex as a home base held a great deal of appeal. And, for the first time ever, she wasn’t worried that someone would get sick of her after a few months. After all, she planned on being together with Dex for a good long time.
“You’re sticking around here?” Dex asked, his tone distracted as he obeyed the motion of her crop and lay down on the bed.
“I’m sticking around you,” she said softly. His eyes rounded in pleasure. Zoe cleared the nerves out of her throat and continued in a stronger voice. “I want to be with you. You make me feel so much.”
Needing to touch him, she tossed the crop on the dresser and stepped over to the bed. She placed one knee on the bed and hitched the other over his waist to straddle him.
“I’m going to stick around long enough for you to get to know me. The grown-up me, with all my quirks and foibles and flaky habits.” Just saying it out loud scared her to death, but Zoe knew it’d be okay. Knew Dex would accept her, flaky foibles and all.
“I love you, Zoe.”
She blinked hard and fast, not wanting to remember this moment through a haze of tears. Her gaze clear and strong, her eyes met his and she smiled. She’d thought this would be the hardest thing she’d ever done.
“I love you, too,” she said softly. “I love how you make me laugh. I love how you help your parents and you love your grandma. I love your imagination and your brilliant mind.”
And it was just that easy. Zoe pressed her hands to his chest and breathed in. Just breathed the joy and happiness that was rushing around her.
“I love how you make me feel.”
“Tell me.”
“You make me feel strong. Capable. Wanted.”
Dex’s hands curved over her leather-covered breasts, his eyes closing in delight.
“You know what I’m going to make you feel now, don’t you?”
