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“You can tell me again.”

“Youarebeautiful.” I was careful with my words. This wasn’t just about a dress and some makeup. I wanted her to know that.

She got it—at least, she reached up, pressing her mouth to mine. Gently, cautiously, still unsure.

I slipped my hands around her jaw, holding her in place while I returned the kiss. Sparks fired in my blood, and her kiss moved from gentle to forceful as her doubts fled.

I wanted to slide my fingers into her hair, but since it was still up I made do with cradling her face and returning as much passion as she was giving me. Her hands slid under my jacket and around my waist, pulling me close against her. She had to be feeling my dick, which was happy with how things were going, but it didn’t stop her. She kept kissing me until we both took a break to breathe.

“Did I convince you?” I asked.

She rubbed herself against me, definitely feeling my dick. “I’m not sure yet.”

My mouth dropped open, then I saw the glint in her eyes. She was teasing. She wasn’t upset now. She was…flirting, maybe? “I’m happy to continue as long as necessary.” The only problem was making sure I didn’t come. It had been a while, and she was incredibly appealing.

She looked up, not as tall now without the heels. “Maybe we should go somewhere more comfortable?”

This was not how I’d seen the evening going. “Are you sure?” She pulled back, but I followed her till she was pressed against the counter. “I want to. But I don’t want to take advantage.”

Her eyes blinked back tears. “Please take advantage. I need that.”

Otts had hurt her tonight. She needed to know that he was wrong—she was worth more than he’d given her.

I reminded myself not to read too much into this, but I wasn’t going to turn her down. I liked her too much. Even if I got hurt, I wanted to take away her pain. “Yes, ma’am.”

Chapter 24

The door was open

Sophie

I wasn’t sure what I would have done if Remy had said no. He was attracted to me, obviously, enough that he was hard. But tonight I needed to be irresistible. I needed to know that just because Ollie didn’t think I was worth having kids with, I was worth it, dammit.

I led Remy to my room. It was messy—I’d been anxious as I got ready and spent more time checking my eyeliner than tidying up.

“Give me a minute,” I said, heading for the pile of clothes I’d left on my bed.

Remy pulled me back. “I don’t care.”

I turned to face him and we were kissing again, slowly moving toward the bed. He turned us, his mouth whispering its way to my neck—damn, his scruff on my skin just did things to me. For long moments I forgot where I was and why I needed this.

“How hard is it to get this dress off?”

I blinked, trying to force my brain back online. “There’s a zipper, at the side.” I lifted my arm and his hand slid up from my waist, feeling for the tab. He tugged but it didn’t move, so with a muttered curse he stepped back and used one hand to pull, the other to keep the dress in place as he force the zipper down.

I hadn’t planned on sex when I chose the dress. I’d simply wanted to look good. It took a few tries to shimmy it down until I could step out of it. I straightened and saw Remy’s eyes running up and down my body. I was self-conscious for a moment, until I noticed the heat in his gaze.

I’d worn a thong, to avoid panty lines, and the strapless bra was sheer. Both were red to match the dress. Remy traced a finger over the top of the bra, and then down the middle of my body to do the same to the panties.

Goose bumps pebbled my skin, my nipples showing in hard peaks. I kicked the dress toward the closet, not concerned about it just then. “Maybe it’s time for you to take off a layer or two?”

He nodded but didn’t move. I reached for his tie, but before I could do more than loosen the knot he wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me tight against him and kissing me. One hand slid down to my bare ass, the other in my hair, messing the updo as he tilted my head so he could deepen the kiss. I wanted to see him naked, but I could wait when the waiting was like this. Our tongues met and my skin rubbed against his suit, lighting me up. I pressed myself closer to him, needing contact to ground me.

He finally pulled himself away, dropping one hand to adjust himself. I drew in some shaky breaths. His eyes shot to the ceiling, his lips moving as his fingers began to pull off the tie.

Another shot of insecurity. I wasn’t the passion queen. “Are you sure you want?—”

His eyes dropped to meet mine and the look in them stopped my words. “Just reciting stats to calm myself down.”

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