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That plan went to hell because two seconds after walking in, Xander spotted Gia talking to Mark and his feet were moving before his brain could tell him to stop. He vaguely recalled Gus snorting as he followed in Xander’s wake, muttering something like, “Ally’s gonna kill us,” but Xander was too far gone to care.
Jealousy, like the need to be with Gia all the time, was also a new emotion for him. Problem was, whenever he thought he should rein himself in, he’d walk into the restaurant and Gia would light up like a Christmas tree as soon as she saw him. He was addicted to that smile of hers, that look that made him feel ten feet tall and bulletproof.
She’d given him the same look tonight at Cruisers.
Regardless of that, he really—really—needed to get control of his inner caveman, the one who wanted to drag her to his cave and never let her leave.
He shouldn’t have crashed the bachelorette party.
Gia unlocked the door and the two of them walked inside. After he threw the dead bolt, he turned around and leaned against the door.
“Sorry for breaking up your party tonight.” He owed her that apology.
Gia waved it off. “The party was practically over anyway. Half the girls had already gone home and Ally had rounded the final turn on three sheets to the wind, working her way to four. We probably wouldn’t have stayed much longer.”
Appeased that she’d forgiven him so easily, Xander crossed his arms, letting his smile slip into a sterner look. “Good. Now, let’s talk about this dress.”
Gia glanced down at herself, grinning widely before glancing back at him and popping a hip, pure seductress style. “You like it?”
“I fucking love it,” he admitted. “But…”
“But?” she prompted.
“Are you wearing panties, naughty girl?”
Gia giggled, then turned around, shaking her sexy ass in his direction. “That’s for me to know and you to figure out,” she teased.
Goddamn, this woman knew exactly how to push his buttons—in all the best ways.
“Is that right?” he drawled, uncrossing his arms and stalking toward her.
Gia skittered away just before he reached her.
So she wanted a chase. He was good with that.
The second he moved again, Gia was off, circling the coffee table, dancing out of his reach while laughing her gorgeous head off.
“If I have to chase you, you’ll be sorry,” he taunted, even as he knew neither of them would be the least bit sorry. Gia loved it when he spanked her ass, and having her face down over his lap…well, sweet Jesus, it was probably his favorite thing in the world. It would never work as a punishment, but it sure as fuck worked as foreplay.
Gia gave him a playful wink, continuing to circle the coffee table, remaining just out of arm’s reach.
“You’re being very bad, Princess,” Xander said, loving the way her face flushed and her eyelids grew heavy every time he used one of his terms of endearment—the naughty or nice ones. Like her sign said, she had outfits for both, and both turned her on.
He stopped chasing her, crooking his finger. “Come to Daddy. Now.”
That seemed to be an invitation she couldn’t refuse. Gia circled the coffee table, moving until she stood right in front of him.
“Turn around and lift up your dress.”
Gia’s breaths came faster as she bit her lower lip, then twisted around to obey him. She shimmied the form-fitting skirt up until it was bunched at her hips, giving him the perfect view of the most pointless panties ever made.
“I use dental floss that’s thicker than that thong, baby girl.”
Gia watched him over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling. “I didn’t want panty lines,” she explained as if that somehow made it perfectly okay for her to be out in public, shaking her ass on a dance floor with her ex watching.
He scowled.
That damn inner caveman was all but beating his chest right now. So much for regaining control of himself.
