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“Nothing has been denied yet,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
He’s right. With every word spoken, I feel like I’m walking towards the edge of a cliff. The wind is whipping through the open doors and my stomach is cratering.
Ivan takes another step towards me. We’re only a few inches apart. “How did you get an invite to this party?”
I open my mouth and close it, fumbling with the clumsy truth. “I, uh…”
“This isn’t your scene,” Ivan cuts in slowly. “You didn’t recognize me earlier. Now that you do, you still have no interest in marrying me. I’m a smart man, but I can’t figure out what you’re doing here,Francia.”
“I’m here for…for…for fun.”
“How convenient.” His eyes gleam. “I have an idea in that regard.”
Then he pulls me in the final distance and presses his lips to mine.
9
CORA
He tastes like cognac and bad decisions.
I curl my hands through the dark hair at the back of his neck. His mouth parts and dares me in. The suit jacket slips wide as our bodies slide together and Ivan works his knee between my legs. I gasp when his thigh drags across my bare flesh.
“I thought you weren’t interested,” he taunts.
My eyes are still closed, my head spinning. I feel drunk, but I know I haven’t had enough to drink for that.
“I’m not interested inmarriage,” I correct. “But this is…”
This is reckless.
This is crazy.
His hands slip down to my hips and he grinds me more against his muscular thigh until I’m quivering. “You’ve got me on the edge of my seat, princess. This is what?”
He called me “princess,” but I’m not that. I’m not the girl who gets Prince Charming and rides off into her happily ever after.
But I can havethis, can’t I? Stolen moments with a dark prince all my own. A peek into the glittering world of the youth that I fled from.
“A fairytale,” I tell him. “It’s a fantasy.”
Ivan walks me backwards until I’m flat against the wall. His hands skate under the lapels of his own jacket and tease along my heated skin.
“Lucky for you, fantasies are what I’m good at.”
Desire coils in my chest, eager and demanding. “Is that so? Have you been fantasizing about this?”
He nods shamelessly, his stubbled cheek rasping against my face. “Since the moment I walked in and saw you standing in my office. It was the perfect plan, if I’m being honest.”
“Get naked and throw myself at you?”
“Get naked and tell me you don’t want me. It leaves me with no choice but to prove you wrong.”
He drags a finger up my inner thigh and through my wetness. When I spread my legs apart for him, he works that finger into me one fraction of an inch at a time. My whole body rocks with every pulse. I’m clamping my teeth down as hard as I can, but the pressure is building and building and I’m terrified it might tear me apart when it finally erupts.
His lips are hot on my neck. Beneath my earlobe. His other hand teases my nipple into a painful peak, then squeezes my hip and encourages me to ride his palm as the orgasm intensifies inside of me.
My breath catches. I’m tight from head to toe, tight enough to snap, tight enough to crumble. And then: “Oh,fucking God,” I gasp as it explodes inside of me. I’m glad he’s here and he’s strong, because if I didn’t have him to hold onto, I’d be a puddle on the floor.
