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“Is that how you’re going to introduce me to your colleagues?”

I’m teasing her, I know I am, but I want to hear the words from Delilah’s lips.

She stands a little taller, making room for herself between my legs. “Yes. Is there going to be a problem with that, Mr Millen?”

Discarding my empty mug, I reach down to fill my hands with the bare flesh of Delilah’s arse and squeeze. “Nope. Not a problem at all.”

“Good.” Delilah’s breath ghosts over my upper lip, but she makes no move to kiss me yet.

“If we’re going to public places together… does this mean I can ask you to come to the Millen family dinner on Sunday?”

Delilah raises both of her eyebrows. “This Sunday?”

“Next. It’s my mum’s birthday and she’s been asking nonstop for me to bring you over. I didn’t know if you were ready for that, but if we’re going to your work party together, then…”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’ll be nice to meet everyone, and I know how much this means to you. I’d be really happy to celebrate your mum’s birthday with you all.”

On tiptoes, Delilah chastely presses her lips to mine, pulling away all too quickly for my liking. I cup her jaw, keeping her in place while I chase after her mouth, drawing a surprised whimper when I lick inside.

“I’m cashing in the right to my prize now, gorgeous.”

“Here?”

“Bedroom,” I swipe the pad of my thumb over the hard bud of Delilah’s nipple pressing against the thin material of my shirt. “Go kneel on the bed.”

Chapter 29

Delilah

“What time should I pick you up?” Grey’s voice crackles through the line. “Seven?”

“Half past,” I answer, shoving the phone between my jaw and the crook of my shoulder so I can steadily pour myself a glass of wine. “I should be ready by then.”

“Okay, I’ll see you at half seven. Can’t wait to see you, gorgeous.”

I take a sip, allowing the crisp notes of fruity berries to burst over my tongue. “You too. I’ve heard you scrub up pretty well, Mr Millen.”

“Mr Millen?” He laughs lowly. Dangerously. “It should be illegal how much I like the sound of my name coming from your lips.”

I hum, pretending to be unbothered, even though there’s heat licking up and down the length of my body. “That was last week.”

Grey pauses a breath. “What was?”

“The come on my lips after you claimed your reward for winning.”

Our line goes silent, but I know Grey’s still there; I can hear him breathing unsteadily.

“It was all over my tits too—”

“Fuckme,” he groans lowly. “I-I’ll be there at half seven, gorgeous. Don’t be late.”

I’m still giggling to myself at Grey’s reaction, imaging him slipping into the bathroom to rub one out at the memory my words have stirred up, as I sip my wine, taking my time getting ready for tonight’s publishing party to celebrate the release of the next upcoming novel in a popular series.

I smooth my hair back in a low bun, tucking my notorious flyaway behind my ears with a spritz of hairspray, and apply a light dusting of makeup except for my lips which I line ruby red and fill in with a glossy lipstick.

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