Page 174 of Gloves Off

I already know what it says.The Georgia—for a woman who knows she’s hot.

“Shut up,” she whispers. She sees me grinning. “Alexei, shut the fuck up.”

She loves it. I knew she’d fucking love it. This husband thing? I was born to do it.

“You got her to design a shoe for me?”she screams, jumping up and throwing her arms around my neck, covering me in kisses.

“Mhm.” I smile against her hair, my heart pounding and flipping over in my chest. “So you like them?”

“I love them,” she howls into my neck.

“Put them on.”

“No,” she gasps, breaking away to gather the shoes against her chest. “I can’t wear these. I’m going to keep them under glass.” She gazes at the shoes like they’re her bunnies.I love you guys,she mouths.

“Sweetheart, I bought ten pairs. And they’ll be out next winter in stores. Put them on.”

I ease back on the couch, one arm over the top of it, and when she reaches for the shoes, I send a pointed glance to the lingerie.

“Put all of it on.”

She bites her bottom lip, her mouth curving up, and my blood starts to race when she lifts her top off. I watch from the couch as she undresses.

“Close your eyes,” she says when she reaches behind her to take her bra off, and I let my eyes close for a brief moment before they’re open again. Her back is to me as she slips on the items I bought her, and my gaze trails down her soft curves, over her toned legs, to those sexy little fuck-me heels.

I sigh, raking a hand through my hair. “God, you’re beautiful.”

She smiles, turning around. “You were supposed to close your eyes.”

We gaze at each other for a beat, my heart racing, arousal pooling in my groin and a heavy warmth growing in my chest.

“I can’t close my eyes around you, Georgia.”

Her mouth curves, eyes sparkling. “Because you can’t trust me?”

“Because I don’t want to miss a second of this.”

The delicate line of her throat works. Does she believe me?

“Come here,” I say quietly, and she does.

So obedient and trusting. God, I fucking love her.

She climbs onto my lap and her lips meet mine, kissing me, running her hands over my chest, tugging on my hair, making me groan as I wrap my arms around her. She opens up for me and our kiss is a perfect give and take as we lose ourselves in each other.

My hand drifts between her legs, where her panties are damp.

“Wet, already.”

“It’s the shoes,” she whispers into my ear with that teasing smile. “They turn me on.”

I glance down to them. Delicate yet deadly. “Me too.”

She laughs, and I lift her off me before standing.

“Stay there.” She gives me an odd look before I take a seat on the floor, my back against the couch, and maneuver her so my head is between her legs, her kneeling and facing the back of the couch with arms braced.

Her eyes flare with alarm.

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