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“Wait a minute. Is he your boyfriend now? When did this go down?”

I pause mid-twirl and face her. “Well… we haven’t made anything official, but we’re getting there. I think.”

Tori’s brows lift. “Isn’t it a bit too soon for a title? I mean, he’s caring and sweet and what-not, but shouldn’t you take the time to know him before committing?”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing, Tori.” I check the time on my watch. “Which means I need to get out of here. He’s going to spank my ass if I’m late.”

“TMI, FYI, you lucky bitch!” she calls out as I close the front door.

With a lighthearted chuckle, I hurry down the steps. I don’t consider myself lucky for finding a guy like Gideon. It’s more than luck. More like the universe finally blessing me with what I deserve after kissing all the frogs and working my ass off.

But as I turn my key in the ignition and the engine roars to life, that gnawing sensation returns. It makes me tense, a little anxious, wondering if the other shoe is going to drop after all.

Chapter 33

Ana

“You’re late,” Gideon growls, a slight frown on his face, his huge body filling his front doorway.

“It’s only five minutes,” I reply saucily, and he cocks a thick eyebrow.

“Late and sassy. Mhmm. Maybe you should re-think coming inside.”

Now it’s my turn to frown. “And why would I do that?”

Gideon’s thick chest bounces as he sighs patiently. He folds his arms, the action magnifying his pecs. “Should I remind you of our conversation an hour ago?”

I search my recent memory, then a smirk emerges as it connects. “I’ve never been with a barbarian before, you know.”

His chin lifts as I take the last step, stopping right in front of him. “A little experience won’t hurt.”

“Late, sassy and bold. This should be interesting,” Gideon murmurs in reply.

I gasp with surprise when he suddenly grabs my wrist and yanks me inside. The door slams as he takes my purse off and throws it on the foyer table. He drags his fingers through my hair and sniffs my face.

“What are you doing?” I laugh as he moves down my neck, my throat, pausing at my chest.

“Checking to see if you’ve followed my instructions. Or at least, some of them,” he murmurs, raising his head to stare in my eyes. “Turns out you’re not totally disobedient. Such a pity. I’d enjoy punishing you to the full extent.”

My stomach twirls with a delicious feeling when he growls, “Maybe I will, anyway.”

He straightens, eyeing me up and down. I wait with bated breath for him to make the next move.

“Take your coat off.”

I reach for the belt, quickly undoing it.

“Slowly.”

My fingers pause, then move in slow motion. Our gazes lock as I pull the fabric over my shoulders. The coat falls to the tiles with a whisper that clashes with the soft groan from Gideon’s mouth. He’s taking me in with eyes wild and hungry, his cock already tenting his pants.

Without even touching myself, I know I’m already wet. Ready for whatever he has in store for me. From that violent lust on his face, it will be brutal. Tonight, that’s exactly what I want.

I palm my hips, a sudden boldness pushing me to speak. “Don’t hold back on my account. I won’t be holding back, either.”

Gideon’s head jerks back, surprise mixed with an exhilaration that makes his eyes sparkle. Then it simmers, replaced by a cautious look. “Be careful with that request, love.” He grips my chin. “Giving me that go-ahead is like letting a kid loose in a candy store. It won’t be pretty.”

“I don’t want pretty.” Meeting his eyes, I show him how serious I am. “I want you to wreck me tonight.”

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