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“My feet ache,” I complained as we walked back to the car around midnight.
I had to admit that the ball was good fun. Apart from my short spat with Rose. But in a way, she’d done me a favour getting me all riled up. My possessiveness had turned Antoine on. Well, he belonged to me, as I did to him, and I wasn’t going to let anyone else have him. Our bond tied us together forever.
“Yes, it does,” Antoine murmured by my side. “I’ll give you a foot massage when we get home.”
His words were thick and laced with promise. With any luck, that wouldn’t be the only part of my anatomy to receive a massage.
“Will you stop it, woman?”
“Nope,”I said with a loud pop on the P.“It’s not my fault you’ve made me a slave to my hormones.”
We sat in the same seats on the way home and my eyelids fell shut. A light tap on my shoulder woke me. I sat up with a start.
“Hey, sleepyhead. We’re home.” Antoine smiled as he leant against the open door of the car.
“This one is just as sleepy.” Mac grinned as he indicated to a still-sleeping Jeanie.
“We’ve had a hard night of dancing, it’s no wonder we’re tired,” Jeanie responded on a yawn.
After saying thank you to Karl and goodnight to Mac and Jeanie, we strolled down the walkway to our home. Without a word, we headed directly to our bedroom. Antoine put his jacket over a chair, loosened his tie, and undid the top couple of buttons on his shirt. I watched his movements through heavy-lidded eyes, the start of my arousal coiling low in my belly.
“Hmm, why is it such a turn-on when a guy does that?” I indicated to his shirt and tie.
He sauntered over and sat down on the edge of the bed next to me.
“Maybe it’s because you know what’s coming next.” His eyelids were at half-mast too.
He leaned in and kissed my neck, just above my jugular. I turned to face him, our lips colliding as we kissed until I felt dizzy.
We broke apart and he studied my hair.
“What?” I asked, my hand reaching for the intricate style Jeanie had created.
“Do you mind if I undo your hair?”
His words sounded shy, apprehensive.
“I don’t mind. Why do you want to?”
“Because.” He toyed with some of the tendrils to the side of my face. “I want to run my hands through it and watch it tumble wildly down your back.”
My face was burning, the throb between my legs ached, and my nipples pebbled. I nodded, unable to say anything.
He got on the bed behind me and gently carried out the task of finding all the pins, grips and whatever else Jeanie had used, from my hair. I giggled as he struggled to find all of them, as she’d hidden them well. Neither of us spoke. The sound of our breathing and the gentle noise of the sea were the only noises around us. I don’t know how long it took, but by the time Antoine was finger-combing my hair, I was almost asleep. I felt his hands rest on my shoulders.
“Stand up and face me.”
I did and watched as he stood and threw his tie on the floor, quickly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, and let that fall on the floor too.
“Take off your dress.”
I shimmied out of it until I was left wearing just my thong and shoes. He unbuttoned his trousers and stepped out of them. He was so hard. Hard for me. And only me.
“Sit on the edge of the bed.”
I did and watched as he took off my shoes.
“Lie down.”
