Page 81 of Tower

And she was. Completely his.

Peter untied her wrists, kissing the markings the rope left behind. “I love seeing these,” he said, trailing his tongue over one.

“You like anything that shows others I belong to you,” Azalea teased, rolling onto her back and smiling up at him.

“That’s true.” He dropped a kiss to her forehead. “Get dressed. Ash and Ellie are waiting on us.”

Azalea sat up, wiping hair from her face. “Why would you get me all exhausted then tell me I have to spend the evening with people?” she asked.

She had a point. He probably should have waited until after they’d spent time in the club with his cousin, but when she’d stepped out of the shower with her hair messed and her body still wet, he wouldn’t deny himself.

“Because I can. Now scoot.” He gave her ass a quick swat to get her moving.

She grabbed the towel she’d been wearing when he’d snatched her and thrown her on the bed earlier and disappeared into her closet.

They’d been fully moved into the penthouse for almost a month. Tower was overflowing with patrons, thanks to Azalea’s marketing skills, and all of her physical wounds had healed. The scar on her neck was fading slowly, and with time he hoped she’d forget it was there altogether.

“How’s this?” She came out of a closet wearing a long purple dress, the V-neckline plunging down to her stomach showing some cleavage, but leaving most of her a mystery.

“I told you we don’t have much time. I’ll fuck you silly when we get home tonight. Stop tempting me,” he joked.

She put her hands on her hips. “Seeing as a bath towel did me in a little while ago, I feel like nothing in my closet is safe.”

“True enough.” He buttoned his shirt and finished tucking it in before grabbing his jacket. “Okay, let’s do this.” He took her hand and led her to the elevator that would take them down to the club.

Ellie and Ash were already seated in their private box.

“Finally,” Ash grumbled while the women hugged.

“Shut up.” Peter gave him a push.

“I ordered some appetizers,” Ellie said.

“Oh good. I’m starved.” Azalea smiled and leaned toward Ellie. “Let’s go out to lunch tomorrow. I saw a new restaurant on the lake opening up, and I want to try it.”

“Of course. We’ll make a day of it. I don’t have any classes.”

Peter watched Azalea making plans to explore the city. She couldn’t get enough of seeing new places and experiencing everything she hadn’t been allowed to growing up. Peter kept a close eye, though, making sure she didn’t overdo. Too much at once often made her solemn and fall quiet.

“The club is kicking ass.” Ash complimented him.

“I’m thinking of opening another floor. There are plenty of them in this building not being used.”

“We can have each floor be a different theme. Like one floor could be a domestic scene. Have it be a full-fledged restaurant,” Azalea chimed in with her ideas.

“I love it.” Ellie grinned. “What do you think, Ash?”

“Sounds like a solid idea.”

“Hey, that reminds me.” Ellie turned to Peter. “I couldn’t find one of my black dresses when I went to get ready for tonight. I know you took a few things for Azalea—which is totally fine—but do you remember that one? It’s got a low neckline—sort of how her dress is tonight?”

“Oh, yeah! I remember it,” Azalea said. “He did give it to me. I’ll find it and get it back to you. Sorry.”

“No, no that’s fine.” Ellie sipped her wine.

“You can’t return it,” Peter interjected.

“Why not?” Azalea asked.

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