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“Is that all you ever think about?”
“When you’re around me, Hacker,” he groans. “You drive me to distraction.”
“How about a swim on the roof?”
He bites on his lip. “You in a bikini…”
“I don’t have a bikini.” I arch an eyebrow at him. “Or a swimsuit.”
“Then unless you just want to go with my plan, where I just fuck you all night, that will have to be a no.”
“A workout?”
“We’ll end up fucking,” he shrugs.
I roll my eyes. “It’s a shame we can’t go out somewhere.”
He sucks on his top lip as though he’s deep in thought. “You still have that sexy little dress you wore to the club that night?”
My insides flutter at the memory of that night when I danced with Conor, and Shane spanked me with his belt, which was as hot as hell, but then he sent me away hot and wet and needy. “Yes, I think so anyway.”
“Go get yourself ready and meet me in the dining room in an hour. Wear the dress.”
I frown at him, wondering what he’s got up his sleeve. Shane Ryan never fails to surprise me. “Okay,” I say as I turn to walk to my room.
“Jessie,” he shouts after me, and I spin around to face him.
“Wear those black heels too.”
I cross my arms over my chest as though I’m annoyed, but I love it when he’s bossy. “The mini dress and black heels? Is that all, Sir?”
“Yes, that’s all. Nothing else!” He arches an eyebrow at me before a wicked grin flickers across his lips.
Goosebumps prickle along my flesh and the wet heat flushes between my thighs. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and turns around, making his way toward the kitchen and leaving me to stare after him. A hot, trembling mess.
One hour later, I smooth the black minidress over my thighs as I stand at the doorway to the dining room. As instructed, I’m wearing no underwear and my black six-inch pumps. My pulse thrums against my skin as I wonder what Shane has planned for the rest of the evening. As I open the door, the delicious aroma of Italian food hits me.
The table is set for two, with a single candle in the middle. Shane is serving up pasta onto plates with his back to me.
“Did you cook?” I ask as I stride into the room.
He turns to me. “No. Cooking isn’t my thing. I ordered in.”
“It smells incredible,” I say, walking over to the table to see the plates of pasta and a selection of fresh breads. “It looks delicious.”
He places the dish onto the table and slips his arm around my waist, skimming his hand over my ass and confirming I’m following his instruction. “You look delicious,” he growls before planting a soft kiss on my neck.
I lean into him as a soft moan escapes my throat, and he smiles against my skin. “Let’s eat, Hacker, before I eat you,” he whispers in my ear. He steps aside and pulls a chair out for me to sit in and then he sits opposite me before pouring us each a glass of champagne that I hadn’t even noticed was there.
“This is all incredible. Thank you,” I smile as I lift my glass to his.
“It’s nothing.”
“Really. You do this for all the girls?” I grin at him. “I never had you down as the romantic type, Shane Ryan.”
“Eat your food, Hacker!” he warns as the hint of a smile plays on his lips.
The food is delicious and we sit and chat about all of the mundane things we can think of before we have to confront one of the topics we’ve been avoiding all night, because we’re having such a pleasant evening.
