Page 87 of Born to Make You Smile

I grinned, pleased that he was ready to take our relationship to the next step. “You’re sure? You know there’ll likely be pushback. A lot of judgment.”

He sighed. “Yes. I understand the risks, but you’re so important to me, Grace. I’d rather start telling people than have them find out and think we’re having some sort of scandalous fling. I want people to know we’re together. A couple.”

“So I’m more than a fling?”

He spun me, then brought me close. The heat of his body made my skin tingle. “Of course, love. You were never a fling. You were always so much more. And I think that scared me a little.”

I stepped back and swayed my hips, sultry winding, then he brought me in again. He was such a great dancer, leading and commanding. It really turned me on.

“You’re killing me in that dress,” he whispered, his eyes dark with lust. “Bloody hell. I want to ravage you.”

A wave of arousal rushed to my core, and my nipples hardened. The tension between us was unyielding. I craved him so badly that my body was about to burst.

I gazed up at him, my lashes fluttering.

“Then ravage me, Mr. Bond,” I taunted.

He groaned with frustration.

“I noticed the hall next door empty.” He turned his head side to side as if to make sure no one overheard. “I’ll meet you there in five.”

“Yes, okay.” I nodded, a rush jolting through me.

He lifted a brow. “By the way, what’s your name, beautiful?”

“Peach. Petunia Peach.”

His face flickered with uncertainty for a moment, then he nodded. “Such a pretty name.”

Peach was the first thing that came into my head. I hope he didn’t make any connection with Bill Salinger. It was too late now.

I broke away from him. “You’ll have to excuse me.”

My heart raced with adrenaline as I made my way to the empty hall. What we were doing was so wrong, so risky, but I couldn't resist. My desire for him was too great. I didn't even know what he would do to me, but I knew I needed him. I waited and waited, my heart pounding.

The sound of footsteps made me jump. My entire body pulsed at the handsome sight of him in the dimly lit hall.

“Miss Peach,” he murmured.

“Mr. Bond.” I bit my lip. “I thought you’d never show.”

“I’m a man of my word.”

Then he came at me with every ounce of built-up hunger in his blood, his mouth furiously meeting mine. My knees went weak, and my body trembled in response to the possessiveness of his kiss and touch. He trailed his warm lips down my neck as he pinned me up against the wall, the thick evidence of his intense excitement pressing on me. Blood rushed to my core, and I could feel the dampness in my panties building into a puddle of lust.

“Mr. Bond. We can’t.”

He pushed his mouth against me, ignoring my plea, then he pulled the top of my dress and bra down enough to expose my left breast. He ran his thumb over my tight nipple before putting the peak into his mouth. He licked and sucked, and a furious bolt ran straight to my lower body. I let out a staggered moan.

He put his mouth to my ear. “I'm going to make you come.”

His firm order sent a rush through me.

“But you have to be quiet. Can you come quietly, now?”

I let out a whispered, “Yes.”

“Such a good Peach.”

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