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“It’s being handled, Chlo. Please, let it go. Enjoy the moment.”
I narrow my eyes at him. Clayton pulled me aside and asked me to trust him and his brothers. He did tell me he had it handled. I hate to admit it, but I took his word a little faster than I did my own husband.
I’m working on that. Like I said, it might be time to talk to someone. I know I’m pushing Gregor away, but I don’t know how to stop myself. I’m too afraid of being hurt again. We’re back in the real world. Real things happen here.
He smiles and holds out his hand. “We created the magic we had in Dubai, Chlo. You and me. Give me some time with my wife, time to show her I love her and want all her dreams to come true,” he says as if reading my mind.
“I truly am trying, Gregor. I wish I could let it go, but I have this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something bad is coming and I’d rather not be blindsided,” I say.
He closes his eyes. I’m trying so hard to be in the moment and not be my worst enemy, but it’s been a week since I had that fight with Ally in the store.
Every time I think about it, I get pissed all over again. It doesn’t help that Cane was in the lobby with suitcases when we returned home from shopping that evening. I haven’t seen either of them since.
“I thought this would bring a smile to your face and take your mind off things for a bit,” Gregor says as he opens his eyes.
I instantly feel bad. Ally wants nothing to do with me, but here my husband is trying. I’ll be honest, as long as I have Ally to think about, I can avoid all my true feelings. Gregor does all the right things. However, I’m allowing caution to win out.
Yet, tonight, I decide to let my guard down. “I’m sorry. I’ll let it go for tonight.”
“Good, come dance with me.”
A smile comes to my face as he pulls his phone out to change the song. This man and his old music. I hold my hand out.
“Give me that phone.”
He smirks back at me and hands it over. I may have a wall up, but I’m not ready for him to give up on me. The perfect song comes to mind to say all the things I’m not ready to.
Blackstreet’s “Don’t Leave Me” beings to play, causing Gregor to lift a brow and his smile to broaden. I know a secret about this man. He has a mean two-step, like Chi-Town mean. I take the hand he offers and allow him to lead.
He spins me out and then back in until my back is to his front, crossing our arms over my body. Guiding me into his two-step, he looks down into my eyes.
I’m lost in his gaze as he lifts his hand to brush my cheek. Placing his forehead to mine, he starts to sing along with the music. I cup his jaw and allow my feelings to flow through our connection.
This song couldn’t be more perfect. I want this, but I have to find a way to allow us to have it. I’m trying. I really am. However, it’s seeing him fight for it that’s pushing me to find the way back to the peace we once had in each other’s arms.
I’ve learned it’s possible to love someone while being too hurt to let that love show. As if knowing this is a moment where I need him to show me, and not tell me of his love—he crushes my lips with a searing kiss.
Lifting me onto his waist, he moves us through the gallery. I have no idea where he’s taking me until the heavy-sounding door of the coatroom closes, causing me to jump in his arms. I look around and laugh.
“I need you now,” he breathes into my mouth.
Panic rises and I widen my eyes. I’m not ready for unprotected sex. Always a step ahead of my concerns, he pulls a condom from his pocket as he backs me into a wall, my legs still around his waist.
He works to free himself from his belt and slacks. Biting into the condom wrapper, he then rolls it on. I lock my fingers in his hair as he drags his hands up my thighs to push my dress up.
He deepens the kiss, causing my body to heat all over. His body heat sears me through my clothes. I moan into his mouth, savoring his flavor.
Pushing my panties aside, he sinks into me. My lips part on a gasp. Dropping my head back, I look up at the ceiling and roll my eyes in my head.
“Chloe,” he growls through clenched teeth.
I lower my gaze to his. My mouth falls open as I lock eyes with him. He covers my lips with his.
“Now you’re with me,” he breathes into my mouth as he links our fingers and moves to hold our hands above our heads.
“Yes,” I pant.
“I love you,” he says as he works his hips into me slowly.
I should say the words back. I feel them as he grinds into me. Yet, that lock is still in place. I try reaching for the freedom he’s offering. Freedom, I want and need, but am too afraid to grab hold of.
The music can still be heard where we are. I close my eyes and feel. It’s all I can do. I feel him in my heart, in my body, in my soul, in my mind. It’s all him.
“Stay with me, Chlo. I’m going to get us there.”
Why do I feel like he’s talking about more than our climaxes?
Because he is.
