Page 111 of Imogen

I run my hands down her back, my fingers brushing under the material of her dress. “This has tempted me all night.”

She grins up at me. “I had hoped it would.”

“Vixen,” I tease, and lean down, capturing her lips with mine. She tastes sweet, like fruit, so I know she’s been taking advantage of the free cocktails all night.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” she admits. I had planned to cancel, but I knew it would be pointless since she’s all I can think about.

“Thirty seconds,” the DJ calls.

“Nothing could have kept me away,” I tell her, pulling her in closer.

“We’re going to get caught,” she rasps, as I run my nose along hers.

I pull back, cupping her jaw. “No girl deserves to be left standing alone at midnight when she has a man who wants her. We might be keeping our relationship hidden, but I will never have you feeling like you are the secret. I never want you to feel like this means nothing. Because you mean everything to me.”

“Ten.”

“You mean that?”

“Nine.”

“Every single word.”

“Eight.”

“Ben,” she whispers.

“Seven.”

I lift her chin with my knuckles as the countdown continues. “We are going to start the new year together.”

“Ben—”

“One.”

“Happy New Year, darlin’,” I call and lean down, capturing her lips in a kiss.

She wraps her arms around my neck, leaning up on her toes. With one hand on her lower back, I walk her back until she’s leaning against the column.

I know the chances of her family searching for her are more than likely and I should stop. But I can’t. Not when she kisses me back just as hard. Not when her fingers run through my hair. And not when I feel her knee sliding up the side of my leg, giving me room to get closer. All I want to do is slide her dress up her legs, pull my dick out, and fuck her like I’ve pictured doing all night.

She pulls back, her red lipstick smudged, her pupils glazed over with lust. I try to fix the lipstick as best as I can but it’s useless.

Her lashes flutter as she stares up at me. “Mine or yours?”

I kiss her once more. “Yours,” I reply, and kiss her once more before I have to share her with everyone else. “Now go say Happy New Year to your family because your mum is looking around for you.”

“How do you…” she begins but then shakes her head. “Never mind.”

“Happy New Year, gorgeous.”

“Happy New Year,” she replies. Her entire face is lit up with happiness, and I never want to be the reason it goes away.

I can’t wait to get her alone in a few weeks when we go away. Well, she is going away with the family, and I’m tagging along for the room and to help a client Connor has been working for. But we’ll still be together, and if most of her family already know, we won’t need to hide us being together, and I can’t wait.

Now I have to get my boner under control because I am not facing her family with one.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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