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He glances over his shoulder on the way to his office and smirks. “That’ll teach ya, Princess.”
“Teach me what?”
“To choose a night out dancing with Megan over me.”
“You’re being awfully pouty about it.”
“Damn straight I am.” His voice carries down the hall as he disappears into his home office.
I laugh as I pick up my coffee. Looks like I’ll be getting breakfast on my own this morning.
Carrying the warm mug in my hand, I walk past his office and he glances at me. I giggle at his mopey expression.
“Keep giggling, Emma and I’ll tie you to my bed and you won’t be going anywhere.”
“That sounds like a delicious promise, not a threat,” I shout back.
“Emma, come back to my office. Right now.”
Beneath his serious demand, I can hear the playful sensuality. Anticipating what he has in store, I turn back and stop at his office door.
“Yes, Boss?” I ask, playfully.
His lip quirks. “Come here.”
I set the mug on his desk and take slow, casual steps to him. His hand reaches out and grazes the outside of my thigh then tightens on my ass. “You know I’m having a hard time letting you go, right?”
“I do.”
Reaching inside his borrowed shirt, his hands skim along my waist. Between the opening of the fabric, his lips leave a tantalizing, damp kiss on my stomach. “I selfishly want you here with me. I don’t like the thought of another man dancing with you.”
Another kiss lower on my abdomen tempts my arousal. “I won’t be dancing with anyone, but Megan.”
“Inhibitions drop when alcohol is involved.”
Another kiss just above my clit tips my head back and forces my lids closed. “I won’t have more than a couple drinks.”
“You’re a beautiful woman, Emma. Men will be salivating to have a taste of you.”
The touch of his tongue against my clit takes my breath. “You’re the only one I want to taste or touch me.”
“I believe you, Emma. That’s the only reason I’m letting you go.”
My hands clench in his hair as his erotic kiss draws a moan from my lips.
With it being Saturday night, the dance bar is packed. Megan and I maneuver through the busy crowd, find a small high-top table and order our drinks. Seeing lovers dancing on the floor just adds to me missing Grayson. I’m happy to be out with Megan. I haven’t seen her much since Grayson got back, but still part of me would rather be back at his condo with him.
As the memories of this morning tickle my thoughts, my thighs rub together. I laugh aloud as my finger swirls the straw of my Mojito. “It almost feels odd wearing underwear. I practically never wear them anymore because of Grayson’s panty-less fetish.”
Megan pulls her attention from her man-hunting and smirks. “Your boyfriend is a kinky freak.”
Hearing Megs say boyfriend sounds odd. It’s been three weeks and we still haven’t established exactly what we are. Perhaps Megan is right and I should start considering Grayson my boyfriend.
“That he is and I love that about him.”
She laughs and takes a drink of her pink Margarita. I admire the curls in her hair as she looks back over the crowd.
“You ready to dance?” she asks eagerly.
