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The sugary taste of the cereal coats my tongue and she greedily sucks it into her mouth. I hoist her up with one arm and sit her on the counter, setting the bowl down next to her as I trap her with one arm on either side of her.
A small noise falls from her throat, somewhere between a breathy moan and a needy whine. I dig my fingers into her neck, pressing her closer.
“I’m taking you out tonight,” I inform her. I dip my head down to reclaim her lips but she puts a hand on my shoulder, stopping me.
Her eyes question mine, but she doesn’t say anything.
“I’m sick of being holed up in these two rooms. I want to take you somewhere where you can get dressed up.” I nuzzle her neck. “Somewhere I can touch you out in public without fear of being caught.”
“Where?” She asks, voice breathy with excitement.
“I’ll think of a place.”
“Okay.”
I lift my head and look down at her. “Okay?”
I expected her to put up some type of fight. She likes to remind me every day that we’re not dating. I was happily ready to fuck her into submission if needed.
She laughs, arms wrapping around my neck and fingers brushing through my hair. “Yeah, okay. I haven’t been out in a while.”
I rumble contentedly, dropping my face back into the crook of her neck. She giggles again when I press hot kisses up the column of her throat, tickling her with my breaths.
I’m obsessed with the sound, with the ease and frequency with which it’s started falling from her lips when she’s with me.
Obsessed with doing whatever’s needed to make sure she never stops laughing.
“Will you wear a pretty dress for me, baby?”
“Mhmm,” she shivers deliciously against me when I suck her pulse point. “What color?”
I move my face up to breathe my next words against her ear. “I want you in pink.”
“I only have one pink dress.”
“I remember it well.”
“You would, you ripped the zipper off. I haven’t gotten it fixed yet.”
“Add it to my bill,” I growl possessively at the memory of her on her stomach in my bed. “And surprise me.”
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Chapter 31
Nera
Tristan helps me out of the town car and onto the sidewalk in front of the bar. I stare at the doors for a second before turning my face up to look up at him, excitement shining in my eyes.
“Is this where we’re going?”
He nods, placing a warm hand on the small of my bare back and leading me towards the front double doors.
It’s our bar.
The same trendy place in the hotel where we first met all those months ago.
He opens the door and ushers me in, directing me to the hostess stand. Memories come flooding in, of the setting, of the place on the other side of the bar where I accosted him. Of that elevator bank on the far side that whisked us away to his penthouse.
