Page 42 of Living on the Edge

Without hesitation, I check the peephole and then open the door.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” He holds up a bottle of Cristal champagne. “Do you drink champagne?”

“When I can afford it.”

“Then I guess you’re in luck.”

I move aside to let him in, and he walks over to the dresser. He puts down the bottle of champagne and then leans against the wall, crooking his finger at me.

“Come here, pretty girl.”

Shit.

There’s the voice again.

All deep and swoony and sexy.

If it were anyone else, I’d laugh at the idea of him bossing me around.

But Angus?

Yeah, my feet are already moving.

When I’m a fraction of an inch away from him, he puts a finger under my chin, lifting it so that we’re looking into each other’s eyes.

“You sure this is what you want? Because there’s no romance here, Ryleigh. No dating. No relationship. No nothing but sex.”

“What makes you think I want anything beyond sex? Women enjoy getting physical too.”

“I’m just making sure.” He pulls a couple of condoms out of his pocket and tosses them on the bed. “Take your clothes off.”

I squint and cock my head. “I’m okay with just sex—but if you’re not planning to put any effort into it, then it’s not worth my time. I have a toy that gets me off very nicely—with zero drama.”

His eyes gleam as he ignores my attempt at a jab. “You have a toy? With you?”

“I don’t leave home without it,” I tease.

He smiles back. “Get that out.Thentake your clothes off.”

“You seem to like bossing me around.”

“You like it too.” He pats me on the ass. “Go on. I’m going to open the champagne while you do that.”

And for some reason, I do exactly what he says.

I dig my vibrator out of my luggage, set it on the nightstand, and then strip out of the shorts and tank top I’ve been wearing all day. My bra and panties are next, and when I look up, he’s devouring me with his eyes.

“That’s really pretty,” he says gruffly.

“Which part?” I ask in a husky voice.

I’m not particularly shy or easily embarrassed, but I need to hear Angus tell me exactly what he likes about me.

“Well, it starts with the hair.” He takes a step toward me, the now open champagne bottle in his hand. “Redheads are definitely my thing. Especially when it’s long, so I have something to hold on to while I fuck you from behind.”

Yum.

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