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"When do we ever get the chance to go out and live it up a little?" The answer was never. With my work schedule back in New York, and having an infant at home, we rarely went out on conventional dates—none at all since the threat of Tomas first loomed over us. I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity.
"I think I'll bow out," Mason said with a wink. "But you two should get out and enjoy yourselves."
"I'd love to," Mariah said, bouncing on her toes.
I chuckled, wanting to make this a night she'd never forget.
Once we were back in the suite, Mariah slipped into the bathroom to get ready for the night. I had a whiskey in the living room with Mason while I waited, going over everything we needed to do next regarding the property, but my mind kept drifting to Mariah, full of anticipation as I imagined her stepping out in the little red dress she'd packed just in case we got this chance.
When she finally emerged from our bedroom, the sight of her was like a hit of the finest scotch: breathtaking, even overwhelming, and I was left warm and a little light-headed. Her dress clung to her like a second skin, accentuating every curve and amplifying her natural allure to a magnitude which had my pulse thrumming. The woman embodied every dirty fantasy I'd ever had about my nanny. Part of me wanted to take her right back into the bedroom and strip the dress off.
"You look…" I shook my head as I tried to find the words to express how fucking gorgeous she was.
She gave me a teasing grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Like a goddess? Ravishing? Irresistible?"
I'd all but forgotten Mason was there until he cleared his throat and excused himself. "You kids have fun tonight," he called out as he headed to his own room down the hall in the penthouse.
I was thick with desire then as I stood and prowled toward her, my eyes devouring every inch of my beautiful mate. "All of the above."
I reached for her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her body close. The need to claim her, to brand her as mine forever, was a fierce wildfire threatening to consume me. "If I'm being honest, now I'm tempted to just keep you here all night. I promise you won’t regret it."
A playful challenge glinted in her eyes as she traced my lower lip with her finger, sending electric shocks of desire coursing through. "Promises, promises," she teased, dropping into a seductive whisper that had my body on high alert. “You did say something this morning about continuing where we left off. We have the whole night ahead of us."
I groaned, a heady mixture of anticipation and burning need swirling in me. "You're going to be the death of me."
Her laughter rang through the room. "But what a way to go." Her eyes twinkled. "Are you ready to show me a good time?”
A growl rumbled in my chest. “You have no idea.”
Somehow, I managed to leash my desire, but it still simmered beneath the surface. With Mariah by my side, dressed to kill and radiating a carefree energy I hadn't seen in far too long, I had no doubt this would be an unforgettable night.
We rode the glass elevator down, catching the eyes of a small crowd as we strolled through the lobby and stepped out into the Miami night. The sun had set, but the city was still alight, pulsing with a vibrant rhythm that echoed the hammering beat of my own heart.
Mariah squeezed my hand, evidently taking everything in as we walked down the street. "It feels so alive, doesn't it?" she said, her gaze sweeping over the neon buildings and the crowds of people milling about.
“There’s a different vibe than New York, for sure,” I said, leading her toward the string of clubs and restaurants that were the center of Miami nightlife.
Our first stop was a bustling Latin restaurant, where we indulged in a variety of tastes and textures. When Mariah savored her first spoonful of ceviche, she moaned and closed her eyes as the myriad of flavors exploded in her mouth.
"Mmm, it's like a party on my tongue."
I gave her a sly smile that let her know just what I was thinking about that tongue. “I’ll remember that later.”
Her cheeks turned pink, but that didn't stop her from moaning again when she dived into the mole-marinated meat next. It was an utterly erotic experience watching her eat, and I had to remind myself I wanted to give her a night out, though all I wanted was to strip that dress right off and use my own tongue to taste every inch of her.
After dinner, the music from a nearby club beckoned us.
"Shall we?" I extended my hand, and Mariah grinned, taking it as we made our way inside, straight to the dance floor. The music pulsed with a driving beat, a rhythmic promise of the night that lay ahead.
Mariah swayed to the music, her body moving with a captivating grace as I held her close. Despite owning a string of clubs, we'd never been out dancing together. Not like this. It was intoxicating feeling her move against me, and my body ached for her.
Her laughter was infectious as I spun her out and then right back into my arms. She was fluid, graceful, and I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.
"You think you can keep up?" she said, a challenge in her eyes as she turned her back to me but kept her body oh so close.
"Watch me,” I said with a grin, hands firmly on her hips. My fingers dug in tight as we moved together, lost in the rhythm of the music and the dancing, the world blurring around us as our bodies pressed against each other, so close I knew she could feel exactly what she was doing to me. With each driving beat of the music, my need grew, my hunger taking the reins.
"Mariah." I pulled her back, then leaned in close. “Do you have any idea the things I want to do to you right now?"
