Page 16 of Dangerous Devotion

Admittedly, I had been turned on reading those scenes, reading those books. I had just never thought about exploring that side of sex in real life. I narrowed my eyes and held his gaze. And wasn’t being submissive everything I tried not to be? Everything I decided to leave behind? Wasn’t it the direct opposite of being in control? “I don’t like it outside of the bedroom, though.”

He cupped my cheek. “And inside?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know if I do.”

He smiled. “We’ve got a lot of time to explore what you like and what you don’t like.” He leaned down and gave me apeck. “And I’m always game to explore more,” he said and gave me a mischievous smile, and I suddenly remembered the situation I’d witnessed when he shook his ass for his friend.

Right there, out in the open, in the middle of the day, in the middle of a bustling New York City street. “Just how much ‘exploring’ did you do before we met?” I asked.

He smiled. “Enough to know we’ll have a lifetime of fun exploring together. You’re mine now, Wife.”

And yet he hadn’t once told me he loved me. “And what if I’m not enough?”

He shook his head, the smile never leaving his face. “You are. You’re more than enough. But I have no problem convincing you every fucking day.” He pulled the towel from my body, let it fall on the floor, then did the same with his own while holding my gaze.

I stared at him, truly speechless, but I didn’t look away.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and rough.

“You too,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I had never felt so open, so vulnerable, and at the same time, powerful as I did at that moment.

Vince’s eyes never left mine as he reached out and slowly caressed my cheek, his touch feather-light but filled with meaning. “And you’re so much more than just beautiful,” he said, his tone soft and earnest. “You’re strong, determined, and brave. You’re perfect for me.”

Suddenly, breathing became harder. He would tell me he loved me. Right here, right now.

And then, someone knocked on the door to the suite.

CHAPTER FOUR

Ifroze at the sound of knocking on the door. My eyes flew to the door to the suite, and for some stupid reason, I expected the door to open.

Vince, on the other hand, didn’t even flinch. His eyes, still locked on me, held a glimmer of amusement.

“Relax,” he murmured, grabbed my hand, pulled me behind him across the room, and walked us to the closet. He grabbed one of his crisp white dress shirts from a nearby hook. “Here, put this on.”

I took the shirt with trembling hands, acutely aware of my nakedness and his. As I slipped it on, the soft fabric falling to mid-thigh, I caught Vince’s gaze. The heat in his eyes made me shiver even though I had been hot just moments ago.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I hissed and fumbled to close the buttons while glaring at him.

Vince’s lips quirked up in a smirk. “Like what?”

“Like…like…”

“Like I want to strip you naked, lay you out on the bed, and taste you?”

“Shhh, they might hear you,” I hissed and deepened my glare.

He chuckled, the sound low and rich. “But I do, Little One. I very much do.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through my body at his words. “Just…hurry and answer the door, will you?”

Vince raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “As you wish, Wife.”

I watched him saunter toward the door, still naked and completely unashamed. “Hey!” I called out, exasperated. “Put some clothes on first!”

He turned back, grinning wickedly. “Why? Are you afraid someone else might see what’s yours?”

I rolled my eyes. I grabbed the first pants I could reach—black and very smooth—and handed them to him.

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