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I squinted at him, wondering if he was being obtuse on purpose.
“No, I don’t need the money,” I said slowly, “and yes, I’ve already done some work for a couple of princes, but what about the king?
“Babe, I aim high. I want the name recognition. I want the brand identity. I want to be the next Andy Warhol, and that’s not going to happen if you keep me locked up in this brownstone.
“So, you do whatever you have to to make this happen. You can lock me and load me with a gazillionnon-mobsterguards—and yeah, I expect you to hire out—but I will be attending this function and no, you won’t be going with me.”
His gaze penetrated mine with all the precision of a laser. Then he rumbled, “Drop the robe.”
I gaped at him. “Huh?”
“Drop. The. Robe.”
“I have to get Shay to school—”
“Drop. The. Robe.”
My heart stopped as I saw the fire and the rage and the want and theloveetched into his expression… We didn’t have time for this.
We really didn’t.
I let go of his neck and tugged on the knotted belt around my waist. As it parted, he didn’t take his eyes off mine until I shrugged and the silky folds drifted to the floor.
He grabbed me by the waist, turned me around, then said, “Place your hands on the counter.”
I complied.
My pulse beat like a drum in my ears as I watched him move behind me, his gaze drifting over my reflection in the mirror.
I was getting bigger. The line had appeared recently, the one that bisected my belly from the navel down, and my tits and my nipples were massive, but he looked at me like I was a model on the front cover ofSports Illustrated.
Heat raked down my limbs, burning me up as he watched me.
Then he tugged at the towel around his waist and bared himself. Not that I could see. Not when I was covering the good stuff.
One hand went to my shoulders, and he pressed me forward so I was bending over the counter.
The other went between my legs.
I flinched when he slipped his fingers through my folds, hating that I was so wet already when all he’d done was turn caveman on me. But no one did Neanderthal like Dec. No one could piss me off and turn me on at the same time like he could.
A soft grunt escaped him, and I watched his eyes close as he explored my sex, rubbing my clit, playing with my labia. His expression reminded me of someone who’d found inner frickin’ peace, but that was definitely not what my pussy was. It might be many things, but not inner peace.
I rocked my hips back, straightening and lengthening my spine to encourage him to do more than just touch, but the hard fuck I’d anticipated morphed when he thrust his thumb into my pussy as his fingers stroked my clit.
“You think I could live without this? Without you?” he rasped.
For a second, I didn’t process the words, mostly because my panting breaths were all Icouldhear.
“I’m not asking you to live without me,” I retorted, spreading my legs and pressing back against him. “It’s one evening, Declan. One evening.”
His other hand gripped my hip and steered me so that I could feel his dick rubbing up against my ass. “One evening in a political hotspot.”
“It’s the White House! It’s the safest place on earth!” My growl turned into a yowl as he corkscrewed his thumb inside me, jerking me onto tiptoe as I squirmed against him.
“You wouldn’t be taken to a fucking bunker if something went wrong, Aela,” he snapped. “You’d just be—”
Dropping my hand between my legs, I grabbed his wrist and awkwardly shoved away from him. Then, I twisted around, pushed my chest against his, and spat, “You’re being crazy.”
