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This is too cute, too sweet, and too devastating for my soul. I recognize him—it’s the caramel-colored bear with the Navy hat that I saw at her shop. “CR?” I comment on the initials embroidered in the bear’s sweater.
“Meet Captain Robson.”
I look at her flawless face, her dimples. And oh, that pout—I want that red lipstick marking me. Her makeup has concealed the small scar beside her lip, but she still looks just as cute. What man could ever resist her?
Me. But my limits are shredding.
We make our way into the building, my arm glued onto her tight waist. I swipe my card and open the door for her. “My lady.”
I’m ready to escort her to the showroom, but she keeps me in place. Her gaze is rooted on my lips at first, but then she locks her eyes on mine.
The beautiful face of Amber-Rose presents itself to me. “You don’t have to hold back anymore.” She rubs my shirt over my pec.
I inhale a deep breath and hold it. With her hand still on my chest, it’s like she’s preserving the air inside me, and I can’t exhale.
She tiptoes on her open stilettos. Her lovely mouth soon travels to my chin in a hovering move. Then her lips part under mine. Caught off guard, I freeze. But the softness and warmth of Amber-Rose thaws my heart once again. I angle my head down, welcoming the contact. In return, I massage my lips against hers, and––
A kiss.
A kiss that is unexpected.
A kiss that is overdue.
Yet the timing can’t be more perfect.
While my left hand is holding Captain Robson, my right hand is firmly on her nape. Her hair brushes at my fingers, the fragrant strands playing with my senses. I close my eyes, absorbing every ounce of energy she emanates.
Footsteps approach, reminding me that the party isn’t far away from where we are. My lungs shrink like a flattened balloon—letting out air that I’ve been holding in a crude way. I don’t want to let go of this incredible moment, but the briefness of it doesn’t diminish what we had.
“Come on, I’ll show you where to put Captain Robson,” I say.
She smiles, beyond content, as if the kiss was all she’d set out to do here.
I take Amber-Rose to the showroom quietly, slinking behind the display. I want to spend as much time alone with her as I can before people find me.
She looks up, taking in the views of the showroom’s vast glass ceiling, and then she spins to admire the water features around us. Her steps are tentative as we board the Pentela, perhaps afraid of slipping on her heels. I take her hand, shocked at what I feel—ice. “You’re cold!” I rub her palm in a bid to warm it up.
“I’m fine.” She exhales a shaky breath.
“You didn’t have to wear heels, really.”
“Looks over comfort,” she says, escaping my hold. “Because, honestly, I wouldn’t have gotten away with jeans and flats. I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
“Never. Even if you’d turned up in your pajamas, you wouldn’t have embarrassed me.” Thinking about her in a thin satin camisole gets a reaction from my cock. Maybe after this party, we might have a chance to continue where we left off.
As if guided by my thoughts, she ambles toward the master suite.
“Imagine if it was just you and your—well, your other half, out on the ocean.” Her eyes roam the room. “You’d make lots of babies here.”
Sweet Jesus. Why did she say that? There’s only her and the bed in front of me, and I don’t know where to look.
“Just a comment,” she chortles. “Don’t take me too seriously now.”
Just for a quarter of a second, I catch her eyes flashing at my crotch. That’s enough for me to slip out of view for a moment, checking myself. These Alexander McQueen jeans are unproven when it comes to concealing hard-ons.
“You can put the bear here.” I point at the bedside table.
“Perfect,” she says, admiring Captain Robson sitting against the white marble pattern.
