Page 52 of Made For Ruin

Carefully, I ease my thumb from her still fluttering back entrance and slip my fingers from her drenched channel. Laineywhimpers at the loss, oversensitive and trembling. I press tender kisses to her mound and her inner thighs, soothing her with my lips and murmuring words of praise.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” I rumble against her heated skin. “Took everything I gave you like such a good girl. I’m so proud of you.”

Lainey reaches down, threading her fingers through my hair to urge me up. I go willingly, crawling over her body to take her lips in a deep, claiming kiss.

She moans into my mouth, no doubt tasting herself on my tongue.

Finally, Lainey breaks the silence with a breathless giggle.

“Wow. If that’s the kind of housewarming you had in mind, I should have agreed to move in weeks ago.”

I chuckle against her neck, nuzzling the soft skin there.

“Sweetheart, we’re just getting started. By tonight, there won’t be an inch of you that doesn’t know it belongs to me.”

THIRTEEN

LAINEY

“What about this one?”Ruby holds up an oversized mirror with a heavy bronze frame. “It’s giving luxury mountain resort.”

I shake my head, navigating our cart around a towering display of autumn-themed throw pillows.

“Nah, too ornate. It’ll overpower the space.” My eyes land on a sleek, minimalist mirror with a slim black frame. “That one, though. It’s perfect.”

Ruby sets the bronze mirror back on the shelf.

“Fine, but we’re getting the faux fur throw blanket to go with it.”

She tosses the plush gray blanket into our cart before I can protest.

I can’t help but laugh.

Shopping with Ruby always turns into an adventure, especially when it comes to decorating. Her bold style is the polar opposite of mine. But she has a knack for pulling together a look. And right now, I need all the help I can get.

It’s been two weeks since I moved into Marcus’s cabin, and I’m still adjusting to the change. His place is rustic and cozy, but it’s missing those personal touches that make a house feel like ahome. Which is why I jumped at the chance to do some shopping when Ruby offered to join me on her lunch break.

As we make our way through the aisles of the upscale home goods store, I can’t help but feel a little out of my element. But Ruby seems right at home, confidently tossing items into our cart like money is no object.

“Ooh, look at these!” She holds up a set of hand-painted ceramic coasters. “They’d be perfect for that reclaimed wood coffee table Marcus has.”

I hesitate, running my fingers over the intricate floral design. They’re absolutely stunning, but the price tag gives me pause.

“I don’t know, Ruby. They’re pretty expensive.”

Ruby rolls her eyes, plucking the coasters out of my hands and adding them to the cart.

“So what? Marcus gave you his credit card for a reason. He wants you to make his place feel like yours. Didn’t he say so himself?”

I bite my lip, guilt twisting in my stomach. She’s right, of course.

When Marcus handed me his AmEx this morning, he’d told me to get whatever I wanted. No limit. The man never even glances at price tags. It’s one of the many things I’m still getting used to in our relationship.

“Lainey, come on. Live a little!” Ruby bumps her hip against mine, jarring me out of my thoughts. “You’re not just playing house anymore. This is your home now, too. You deserve to make it feel like your own personal oasis.”

She reaches past me to grab a set of luxurious silk pillowcases in a rich, jewel-toned emerald green.

“Can’t you just picture these on Marcus’s bed? Talk about taking things to the next level.”

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