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My fingers glide over buttons. "Hmm, okay, a button-up shirt." I inspect the jacket he's wearing. "What color?"
"Navy blue. Why?"
My tongue skims my lips. "You're handsome in blue."
His warm chuckle melts me. "You only find me hot in this color?"
I find his nipple and pinch it.
"Fuck. Okay, follow me." He guides me inside, closes the door, and a second later, he speaks.
A finger trails from my cheek to the edge of my collarbone. "Do I even want to know what's underneath that coat?"
"Why don't you find out? Open it."
"No. First, my present."
"Okay, show it to me?"
"Count to thirty out loud, at an easy pace. When you're there, you can remove the blindfold."
"But—"
His finger on my red lips stops me. "Do it, Alex."
Fuck, I'm wet by how he pronounced my name in that rich timbre. Not wanting to appear too desperate, I count.
"One... Two."
Footsteps retreat, and I listen well, trying to figure out which way he goes.Ah, he's moving left to the kitchen.
"Three... Four."
I continue counting until I hit the end. "Thirty!"
Within a second, my blindfold is gone, and I find myself gasping at the sight before me.
"Oh... My... God!"
A trail of red rose petals cover the hardwood floor, making a pathway into the hall. Curious, I follow the flower lane, which turns the corner, and leads to the bedroom.
"Cole?"
I keep moving but freeze when piano music starts.
"Is he...?"
Not able to contain myself, I rush further, but as soon as I'm on the threshold, I pause. My heartbeat creates its own intense rhythm when I see my sexy man sitting behind the piano, playing. He stops and rises when I enter, and I ogle him as he stands tall before me. Black leather shoes under a tailored fit, dark navy-colored suit. The top three buttons of his white shirt are open, and he's trimmed his beard. I lick my lips when he sends me a subtle wink.
"You're playing?"
"Yeah, I decided it was time. And I wanted you to hear it first."
My tear ducts fill, and I swallow to maintain my composure.
"Are you ready for the rest?"
I gawk at him when he takes one of my hands and brings it to his lips. A moan escapes me when his stubble tickles my skin.
