Page 2 of New Year's Eve

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Gavin

Ellie hasno idea how close I am to ripping off her fancy ball gown. It takes us ten minutes to cross the hotel lobby and get into the waiting town cars.

Thankfully, Lachlan’s driving us tonight, so as soon as we pull into traffic, I’m kissing her—a real kiss this time, a bruising claim. You’re mine. She makes a surrendering sound that fires me up inside. I push her wrap off her shoulders and kiss my way down her neck. She shivers as I press my teeth into the tendon there, then lower.

Screw it. She can wear turtlenecks for a few days.

I suck the flesh into my mouth, tugging hard. As I mark her skin, my hands skim up her dress to the tight bodice.

I laced her into this dress. I know it’s snug. But I still work my fingers under the neckline that curves over her breasts, raising a line of goosebumps. Her cleavage is slight, my little Sprite, but she held her beautiful, small breasts together as I bound her into the dress. There’s enough space there for me to hook the fabric and tug it down.

Not to bare her fully. Just enough to scrape the heavy silk across her nipples. Enough to let her think I might wrench the dress open and present those high, round mouthfuls for Lachlan’s gaze.

I won’t.

They’re mine and mine alone now, at least until I’m out of office.

Once I’m a private citizen, all of her filthiest fantasies will be played out as often as she wants.

For now, she’s limited to remembering another car ride where Lachlan watched in the rearview mirror, and her panting breath tells me that memory is still arousing.

Good. I want her wet for me.

Because as soon as we get home, I’m bending her over the nearest piece of furniture and filling her with come. I’ve wanted to fill her up for hours, and for the most primal of reasons.

“Max called me before dinner started,” I tell her.

She twists her head, giving me a confused look. I don’t blame her. My best friend doesn’t usually come up during foreplay. Doesn’t ever, until tonight.

But he told me something that activated my deep, dark lizard brain.

I duck my head and lick along her collarbone. Lower, to that inviting swell of her tits against the top of the strapless dress.

I want her nipples in my mouth. I want to suck them so hard they bear my mark, too. Shocking red welts against her pale skin that she could touch in the shower and get all slick again.

“Max?” she asks, her voice thick.

I glance out the window. Another block, then we’ll be home. I lift my fingers to her hair and carefully remove one of the bobby pins holding her hair up in an artful twist. “He has some surprising news.” I lean in and kiss the curve of her ear, lowering my voice. “Violet’s pregnant.”

“Oh!” She twists so fast she almost bangs her cheek against mine.

I jerk my head out of the way and laugh. “I know, surprise.”

Her eyes are wide. “Yeah.”

The car slows and Lachlan clears his throat.

Ellie snatches the bobby pin from my hand and reaches for her purse, busying herself with tucking it away.

The car slides through the gates at 24 Sussex, stopping at the front door. I get out first and go around to Ellie’s side. She takes my arm and holds her wrap tight around herself as we hurry through the cold.

An RCMP guard lets us into the house, then I wave him off.

We have a conversation to finish.

She zooms ahead into the sitting room. She puts her purse down, and I stop behind her, setting my hands on her shoulders, signalling I want to help her with her wrap.

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