Page 67 of Taboo Flames

“Idid promise to feed you,” I tell Aurora as I pat her dry with the towel after her bath.

“Can we just order in?” she asks. “Because there’s no way I’m stepping out of here in that dress.”

I take her hand and lead her back into the bedroom. The masked man has left already, and in his place on the bed are shopping bags full of clothes.

I had texted Carlos earlier with her clothing size and ordered him to buy her dinner dresses in different styles and colors she could choose from.

“For you.”

“You—wha—when?” she stammers.

“Get dressed,” I say. “The faster you’re done eating, the sooner I can start feasting.”

She sucks in a breath, her lips pulling into a dirty smirk as her gaze heats up.

“Don’t look at me like that, princess,” I warn her.

“Or what?” she asks boldly.

“Or we’ll never make it to dinner.”

“Dinner’s overrated anyways,” she says slyly.

I’m tempted to say fuck it to our dinner plans and drag her to bed, but that’ll be very ungentlemanly of me. And yes, I know the point is moot because I’m very far from being a gentleman. I smack her bottom, and she squeals.

“Get dressed, princess. You’re wasting time.”

She grins at me before going to search through the bags on the bed. From my vantage point on the chaise lounge, I see her make a face at the first two, then smile at the third.

She doesn’t bother going through the other bags. She just grabs the silver number and starts to pull it on sans underwear. I raise a brow at that. The dress fits perfectly over her curves, and the non-existent back makes her look absolutely delectable.

I watch her undo her hair from its ponytail and brush it out then start to apply makeup. The whole scene is very domestic, and I enjoy watching her get ready far more than I should.

When she’s done, she turns to me and asks, “How do I look?”

I look down emphatically at the tent in my pants, and she blushes.

“Keep that monster in your pants. We have dinner reservations,” she purrs with a grin. “And I hate being late.”

I adjust myself in my pants and stand up. This is going to be the most painful dinner ever, staring at her in that dress and knowing she doesn’t have a stitch of underwear under it.

On the drive over, I ring up the manager of the five-star restaurant and connect it to the car’s speakers.

“Mr. Lombardi,” he greets as soon as he picks up. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I’m on my way to your establishment, and I’d like it cleared out within the minute,” I tell him.

Aurora looks over at me, wide-eyed. “What are you doing?” she whispers.

“I’m far too greedy to share your presence with anyone else right now,” I say to her, running my eyes up and down her frame. “And I don’t know how long I’ll be able to go before I rip that dress off you.”

She crosses her arms and glares at me. “I like this dress. I’d like to keep it in one piece if you don’t mind.”

“I’ll do my best, princess,” I drawl.

The manager clears his throat to remind me of the fact that he’s still on the call and can hear every word we’re saying. Good, everyone should know that Aurora belongs to me, and I’m the only one who will get to see her slutty and drunk on desire.

“Sir,” he begins hesitantly, “The guests we have here at the moment booked their reservations long before the year began and have been waiting for a while. Can I offer you a VIP seat instead? On the house, of course.”

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