Page 80 of Wild Love

"I talked to Chance today."

Scarlett frowned. "What did you tell him?"

"That I'm in love with you, and I never meant for this to happen, but it did."

Scarlett sucked in a breath. That wasn't exactly how I'd planned to talk to her about my feelings. I thought we'd be closer to being naked and in my bedroom, languid from the wine and food.

I felt a little too sober for this admission.

"Was he mad?"

"Not when he saw how serious I was about you. I apologized, but I'd do it all over again. The risk was worth it. Even though I knew this is temporary."

"Wow."

"It's better to love than not at all."

Scarlett put down her fork and moved to straddle my lap. I let my hands fall to my sides. "What are you doing?"

Her cheeks were flush, her plump lips shiny. She cupped my cheeks with both hands. "I love you too."

Then she kissed me before I could catch my breath. I stopped her with a hand on her chest. That only made me want to cup her breast, but I had to know. "You love me?"

She nodded, her eyes suspiciously shiny.

My chest was close to bursting. I had no idea she felt this deeply about me. "I didn't plan for this."

She pursed her lips, drawing my attention there. "I didn't either."

"I don't know what the future holds." It was best to be honest with her.

Her forehead wrinkled. "I don't either."

"But we have the here and now." Suddenly, I needed to be as close to her as I could get.

I pulled her down to my lips, and she moved sensually over me. My dick grew hard behind my zipper.

When we pulled away, her lips were red and swollen.

"I think it's a good time to mention that these windows are one-way."

There was an eager glint in her eye. "So we could fuck in front of them, and no one would ever know?"

"We could," I said, eager to have her right now.

She scrambled off my lap. "How do you want me?"

I’d fantasized about her hands pressed to the glass, and I couldn't get it out of my mind.

Scarlett must have had the same idea because she lifted her dress over her head and sauntered over to the window.

I was frozen, mesmerized by the gentle sway of her hips. She wore a red lace thong and black stilettos. Her back and legs were lean and muscular from years of dancing.

She stopped in front of the glass, facing away from me. She hooked her fingers in the sides of her bottoms and pulled them slowly over her hips.

The striptease prompted me to move. I unbuttoned my shirt as I went. By the time I reached her, my chest was bare and I was unzipping my pants, my cock already leaking for her. "I can't hold back."

"I wouldn't want you to."

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