Page 176 of Forced Vows

Once we step through the double doors, they shut with a whoosh behind us.

Miceli points to the left. "I'll show you the rest of the penthouse later." Then he points to the right. "The bedrooms are this way."

Bedrooms as in plural? How many does he need to sex up his women?

Reminding myself that no matter what happened before, I'm the only woman in his life now, I follow him through the double doors.

Another hallway? How big is this place? There are a set of double doors in front of us and four more doors to our left, with another set of double doors at the end of the hall.

Six bedrooms, or is one of them an office? What would he need an office for when he's entertaining women? What would he need with extra bedrooms?

This place has even taller ceilings than the executive office floor. At least fifteen feet, but it could be twenty.

And the two outer walls are made up of windows that go all the way from the floor to that soaring ceiling. I can see a terrace beyond the windows, so there must be a door in them, but I can't see it.

"You like the view?" Miceli lays his hands on my shoulders and pulls my back flush to his front.

Desire wars with awe. "I feel like I should be able to see my house from here. How tall are these ceilings?"

"Eighteen feet."

"Right in the middle."

"The middle of what?" The pads of his thumbs run up the back of my neck on either side of my spine, leaving sparks of sensation in their wake.

"I guessed fifteen or twenty feet."

"You've got a good eye for space."

"I've helped build a lot of stage sets." Why are we talking about measurements?

He husks out a laugh. "You asked."

And I asked that last internal thought out loud too. "I'm just full of questions tonight."

"I'd rather you were full of me."

My body sizzles with sexual energy.

His lips on my neck scattering my thoughts, I fling myself into sensation.

There's something we haven't done. Something I've never done. But I want to.

Breaking the kiss, I drop to my knees in front of my fiancé and put my hands on his belt.

I look up at him through my lashes And I smile in a way I hope is enticing. "I want to taste you."

Heat flares in his eyes. "There's no way I'm going to turn that offer down."

"I'm glad." Because I really want this.

I undo the buckle on his belt and slide it out of the loops on his slacks. Letting it drop to the floor. Then I undo the fastening and zipper before pushing his pants down.

His big erection strains against his boxers, and I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his sex and excitement. It turns me on, like some kind of combustible chemical reaction.

I'm the fuel. He's the oxide.

Together, we burn.

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