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“Take a shower and come outside,” I order, kissing her one last time. “I’m nowhere done with you.”

Chapter Thirty-four

BIANCA

I stand in front of the full-length mirror and don’t recognize myself.

The dark blood-red gown drapes over my curves, the bodice built like a corset with the sweetheart neckline in black lace ruching while the fitted skirt, with a slit going up to my thigh, flares out to the floor.

Sliding my curled hair over one shoulder, I twist and gasp again at the back of the dress. Two strings, which were made up of numerous tiny diamonds, crisscross and adorn my bare skin, the deep cut dipping to the top of my hips.

Royal, sexy, and bold.

It’s the feeling running through my veins at having been surprised by Dash yet again. My gaze had zoomed in on the large black box sitting in the middle of the bed when I came back from my second shower. I was contemplating whether or not to touch it when he had entered the room and declared he bought it for me to wear tonight.

My mind was still reeling and glowing from what happened in the bathroom to do anything but nod at him mutely in acknowledgment. The corner of his mouth had lifted knowingly before he himself went in to shower, leaving me alone with my racing heart.

My daily quota of sass around him had apparently run out while I was seducing him.

I thought for sure a set of sexy lingerie or some kind of sex toy, even a combination of both, might be waiting for me inside the box decorated with a plain black bow. We’re talking about Dash here. The man is as kinky as they come. So, my wild guess could totally have been a possibility.

However, I was pleasantly stunned with the gorgeous gown and the fact that he got my size right. First, the coat, and now this—I’m quite impressed with Dash.

Perhaps this was his seduction plan all along.

I mean, what can I say? A girl can dream.

The sound of footsteps approaching pulls me out of my musings just as the energy in the room shifts and sizzles with tension. I hear his sharp inhale when he sees my back a second before I see his reflection behind me in the mirror.

Silly girly butterflies dance in my stomach when our eyes lock. His caress on my skin is like a thousand bolts of electricity.

Instead of killing me, I feel alive.

No words are spoken for a while as we absorb each other in. As always, he looks magnificent in his sharp and pristine thousand-dollar suit with his hair styled back. There’s no mistaking his sharp cheekbones, chiseled jawline, and trimmed beard. The black bow tie, completely different from his usual style, makes his appearance undeniably sexy. Something about it is making me all hot and bothered.

As we stand together, our outfits beautifully complement each other.

His raw masculinity, making me feel feminine and soft in all the right places.

I meet his intense gaze when he presses closer and rests his palm on my lower back. I feel the shape and callousness of each long finger heating my skin with just one innocent touch. These little caresses, heated glances, drive me wild almost as powerfully as coming on his tongue when the deviant beast beneath his calm veneer dominates me.

He has to do nothing but be in my vicinity to have my panties soaked.

“Having dirty thoughts about me, wifey?” He smirks.

I blink back to reality and school my features. “You wish.”

“I better be the only man making you blush like that.”

The jealousy dripping from his rough growl has me smiling and I turn around to face him. His arms circle my waist and he rests his palm possessively on my ass.

“Or what?” I challenge.

His nostrils flare. “Or else I’ll fill you with my cum, so every time you walk and it drips down your thighs, you’ll know who you belong to.”

“You’re giving me all the more reason to do it, Mr. Stern.”

“Then how about this?” he growls, yanking me flush to him. “If you think about another man, let alone touch him, then the rumors about me killing a manwillbecome true.”

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