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It was an image of the two of us on the bench, our faces inches apart with obvious lust in both our eyes. Around us she had painted an aura of light and happiness while the wild world surrounded us.

I tugged her close. “I don’t think I want other people to see this painting.”

She knocked into me with her hips. “It’s mostly just you and me.”

“And my mom.”

She laughed. “Her too.”

“And we seem to get a lot more visitors now that you’re here. Visitors who have little regard for boundaries.”

“In Luna’s defense, she was your friend first.”

I hmmed.

“And Dominic is your friend too. If anything, this is your fault.”

I pinched her pert little ass. She squealed, batting me away with her hands, mischief lighting her face.

I slowly stalked her, suddenly ravenous for her. We’d spent seventy-two hours away from one another and I hated every tortuous minute of it. I’d grown accustomed to having her nearby. “Next time I have to travel, you’re coming with me.”

She lifted a manicured brow. “Is that a demand, Mr. Steele?”

I growled. “I fucking love when you call me that.”

She sank her teeth into the plump bottom lip. “And I love your reaction every time I say, Mr. Steele.” Faith lowered her voice and put on her best Marilyn Monroe impression.

I was hard as steel.

Then she turned heel and bolted out of the room.

“Oh no, you don’t.” I chased after her, giving her a head start.

She managed a few steps down the hallway. Faith screamed when she glanced over her shoulder to find me close by. While she tried to dodge me by going into the bathroom, I caught her waist, and lifted her over my shoulder.

"Oof. That was unfair." She pouted.

I slapped her ass. "That's what you get for running away from me."

I ignored her little moan. The one that had me straining for her.

"Do it again," she whispered.

This woman, I swear. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes-" she hissed as my hand met her ass once again.

I wanted all of her and I wanted her all to myself. We'd gone too many days without touching each other's bodies, lying alone in my London hotel room, gripping myself and wishing it were her instead.

But I couldn't make it to the room. I dropped her to her feet in the hallway, turning her so she was facing the wall.

"Hands in front of you."

I lifted her dress around her hips and found her bare. "What the fuck are you doing walking around our house without panties?"

"Easy access."

Good thing I’d already decided to give up any semblance of self-control.

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