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Heidi’s shoulders were still tense as we left the club and got into my car, but with each mile we drove, her shoulders relaxed a little more and her breathing grew calmer. She was calm and comfortable… with me.

The woman had no radar at all.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Amadeo

“Why’d you agree to come out tonight?” I asked as I maneuvered into a spot at the curb in front of Heidi’s building. She’d been silent the entire drive back, and since it was dark and reading my lips would have been difficult for her, I’d let her be.

I was done letting her be.

“I wanted to see your world from a different perspective, not yours and not mine.”

“Why?”

“Objectivity, perhaps.” The way she said it sounded dismissive, but she was faking it. Whatever had her taking a closer look at “my” world, she wasn’t in the mood to discuss it. Fine by me.

I turned off the car and got out, rounding the hood and opening her door for her—like the perfect gentleman I was.

She stood up, and I put a hand at the small of her back and led her toward the door.

“You really don’t have to come up, Amadeo,” she said as she rummaged through her purse for her keys.

I almost laughed. “We both know if I leave now, I’m only going to be back here in a few hours.” I shrugged. “Up to you,perla. Would you rather let me in the front door now or have me showing up in your bedroom later?”

“I get a choice?” she asked without missing a beat.

“I’m all about choices,” I lied. I’d already decided how this was going to go.

She looked up at me, eyebrows raised, like she wasn’t buying it. Smart woman.

Still, she hesitated. This was different. This wasn’t me showing up in her apartment in the middle of the night; this was her having to welcome me into her home. Fortunately, I could fix that.

“Time’s up,” I said as I took the key from her hand and opened the door. “Get inside.”

A grin played at the corners of her lips as she turned away and stepped inside, and I had no doubt the sway of her hips as we headed up the stairs was all for me. This woman who’d been terrified of me not long ago was turning out to be the best thing I’d ever stumbled upon.

She seemed to be moving slowly, though. I think she was trying to draw this out, make me wait. And the dark bastard that I was, I laughed to myself. Because the woman was going to regret this.

The moment we stepped inside the apartment and I’d closed the door behind us, I grabbed her arm and spun her around, backing her up against the door.

“Do you have any idea how you looked tonight?” I asked, clearly remembering the sight of her on the dance floor.

“Frustrated?” she said, looking up at me.

I shook my head. “You looked like the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and I want to see more.”

I stepped back. “Strip,perla.Slowly.”

Her eyes snapped with defiance for just a brief moment, and then it faded, her mind accepting what her body already knew: Shewantedthis.

She reached behind her and worked the buttons at the back of her dress free, then she took hold of the high neckline of the dress and started to pull it downward.

“Slow,” I said. It was one thing to strip; it was fast, like ripping off a Band-Aid. It was something else entirely to reveal herself, inch by inch.

She slid the dress down to her clavicles, then the upper swells of her breasts. Her cheeks pinkened as she lowered the dress further, to her nipples, to her ribs, baring her tits while I looked on.

While I was enjoying the show immensely, my cock was already throbbing like a son of a bitch, more than ready to move onto the part where it got to delve into her tight, wet cunt.

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