Page 59 of My First Mistake
“I hope you told him Angelina is a classy lady, and she won’t be impressed by his huge engine or his horsepower.”
I pull off her scarf and run my nose over the back of her neck. “I bet you will be though. I can’t wait to take you for a drive in him. Maybe we could go somewhere secluded and we can test how comfortable his back seat is.”
She spins in my arms and pops an eyebrow. “Don’t you know already?”
Minx! I trail my teeth over her sweet-smelling neck and resist the urge to bite. “No. I do not.”
There’s a wicked glint in her eyes, the kind that’s probably about to earn her another spanking. “Angelina’s back seat is very comfy, by the way.”
A possessive growl rumbles deep in my chest and this time I do bite her, making her squeal and giggle. Then I lift her onto the counter and wrap her legs around my waist. “And why on earth would you think I’d want to know that, Firefly?”
“In the event you’d ever like to christen her with me. I only know she’s comfy because Brax and Eva picked me up from a bar in her once.”
My eyes narrow on her pretty face. “You knew exactly what I’d think you were talking about though.” I nip her again. “Siren.”
She hums softly. “You’re very hot when you do that possessive, jealous thing.”
“It’s not a thing. It’s how I feel when I think about anyone but me touching you.” I unbutton her coat and pull it off her. “I really fucking love that I was your first, Addie.” I tug off her boots and jeans. “But know that I’m gonna be your last too.” I pull her panties to the side and sink two fingers inside her.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” she whimpers.
“Why not, baby? It’s our house. And you and I are going to christen every single surface of it. Starting with this counter right here.”
Her arms snake around my neck and she tips her head back, riding my fingers. I work her over until she comes hard, screaming my name all over the kitchen.
When she stops trembling, I slide my fingers out of her and kiss her forehead. “There’s my good girl. So good, I think Santa might have even left a gift for you upstairs.”
Her eyes widen. “Here? For me?”
“Yeah.” I didn’t have time to buy her anything but some perfume and chocolates at the airport for Christmas. But the gift upstairs, I ordered for her as soon as I got back to LA.
“But I didn’t get you another gift.”
She gave me a beautiful set of monogrammed cufflinks this morning, and a belt which I will absolutely use to tie her up with later. “I already have everything I could ever want right here.”
I pick her up, legs still around my waist and carry her upstairs into the main bedroom at the front of the house. We walk into the closet and I switch on the light and set her on her feet.
She gasps when she sees them sitting on the floor, all six of them sparkling in the electric light. “Are they…” Her hand flies to her mouth. “Gianvito Rossi Ranias?”
I’m thrilled she recognizes them, but of course she would.
“You got me…” She kneels on the floor and picks up a silver shoe, running her fingertips over the sparkly fabric. “You got me a pair in every color, Chase.”
“I couldn’t decide which ones I wanted to see you in the most.”
She rolls into a sitting position and sinks her teeth into the luscious pillow of her bottom lip. “Do you have a preference which pair you’d like me to try on first?” She’s only wearing a sweater and her panties, which have a damp spot at the apex, and the sight of her stretching out her toned legs already has my dick aching to be inside her like my fingers just were.
I clear my throat. “The silver are fine.”
She slips them on. “They fit so perfectly.”
I reach for her hand and pull her up and she gives me a twirl. “How do they look?”
Fucking incredible. “I’m not sure. I think I need to see them as they’re supposed to be worn.”
“You mean like with a dress or something?”
“No, baby. I mean like take everything off except the heels.”
