Page 227 of Sweet Temptation

I hooked my hand around the back of her neck, and before I could say anything ridiculously mushy, or maybe drop to my knees in front of her and ask her to marry me, I kissed her, fucking long and deep and aggressive.

When I released her, she just stared at me with that dazed look.

“Maybe you should get dressed?” My eyes dragged slowly down her body. “I’m loving this look, sweetheart. But not so keen on the rest of the club getting an eyeful.”

“Right…” She looked down at herself, like she barely remembered I’d stripped her down like I did.

She didn’t even try to put the costume back on. It was a mess. I was pretty sure I’d ripped it.

Luckily, she’d brought backup. A gold jumpsuit that I’d seen her wear when she wasn’t in costume, but still looked perfect with her over-the-top eighties hair and wrestling babe makeup.

Some of which was now on my face.

As she untangled herself from the costume and slipped into the gold thing, I wiped the makeup and glitter off my face. And I noticed she hadn’t put on any panties. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The jumpsuit dipped low in front, showing some serious curves, and I couldn’t remember her tits ever looking so incredibly lickable while she was clothed.

“Shit,” I muttered, admiring her as I adjusted myself, trying to get comfortable in my jeans. “You know I need to fuck you again now, right?”

She tossed me a look in the mirror, where she was poking at her face. “Now I’m all messed up again,” she said, pretending to complain.

“Poor baby.” I smacked her ass. “Just be glad I didn’t come on your face again and lick it off.” I leaned in and licked her neck for emphasis.

Her mouth dropped open, and yeah, I fucking loved shocking her.

I was gonna go ahead and assume it wasn’t an easy thing to do.

As she touched up her makeup, she met my eyes in the mirror a few times. She snickered.

“What?” I said. “You don’t believe I’d do that again? Right here and now…?”

“It’s hard to take you seriously about anything when you’re still wearing the bunny ears.”

I cocked an eyebrow at her.

When she was ready to go, I opened the door for her. At the same time, I reached up and bent one of the bunny ears, cocking it askew. She laughed.

And fuck, that made me warm. Seeing her smile, because of me.

I took her back out to the party and deposited her with her friends in the VIP area. She sat down at a table with Elle, and I tried to relax a bit. I went to talk with a few of Brody’s security guys, while still keeping an eye on Summer.

Wherever she was, I knew it. I could feel it.

I could feel her.

I was connected to Summer Sorensen in a way I’d never been connected to a woman before. And no wonder.

The woman was magnetic.

It felt fucking good, and for once in my life—the first fucking time in my life, actually—I realized I was letting myself fall for a woman without worrying about her ulterior motives.

Honestly… they all had ulterior motives.

All, except Summer. She didn’t want anything from me.

Well… except the hot sex. The companionship. The respect.

Those I could freely give.

I could just relax my guard and enjoy this, see it for what it was. Which was the start of an incredible relationship with an incredible woman.

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