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He pulls her away as she lets out one more huff. “I’m sorry,” Trevor says, and he actually seems genuinely apologetic. “She and I talked about this before tonight. We didn’t want to start any trouble.”

“Get her out of here,” Garrett says. “Oh. Annika. Before you go, there is one more thing.”

Garrett levels his gaze at Annika. “Happy divorce day. I got a call from my lawyer. Everything is processed. We are officially over.”

I can’t contain my smile as we walk away. I thought he was taking me to the dinner, but instead, he pulls me into an empty room and slams the door shut.

Before I know it, I’m pressed against the door; his lips are slamming into mine in what is absolutely the hottest kiss of my life. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into me, which I don’t know how much closer we can get. I thank the heavens that this dress has a slit, as I take that leg and wrap it around his hip, loving the feel of his erection against me.

“What.”Kiss.“In the hell.”Kiss.“Was that?”Kiss.

“What was what?” I ask breathlessly, as his lips move down to the exposed area at my breasts.

“How you went off on Annika. It… it was so damn hot. You swore. Holy shit, I didn’t know you cussing could turn me on so much. And your accent got so thick. I’m going to need you to do that more often.”

I’d laugh if I wasn’t so turned on myself. But considering his mouth is trying to kiss or suck at every open space of my skin, I can’t.

“Garrett?”

“Yeah, Angel?”

“Do we have to stay for dinner?”

This stops his mouth, and the look he is giving me right now is nothing but fire.

“Hell no, we don’t.”

“Then take me home. Now.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Garrett

I don’t know how I made it to Paige’s house without either getting a ticket or wrecking the car. The fact that I got us back safely while she was sucking on my neck and rubbing her hand over my cock is nothing short of a miracle.

If I have learned one thing tonight, it’s that my sweet Angel has a very dirty side.

One I can’t wait to explore a little more.

I don’t even think I have the engine turned off before Paige and I tear out of the car, racing for her front door. She is fumbling in her purse to find her keys when I come up behind her, my hard length pressing against her ass and my hands on her hips. Which is when I realize…

“Angel, are you not wearing anything under this dress?”

She leans her head back against my chest, her ass slowly moving against my cock, her quest for the keys abandoned. “Kelly said I couldn’t.”

Fuck me. I’m going to have to send Kelly a thank-you gift of some sort for this. Hell, maybe I’ll buy out all of Kelly’s dresses, that should do it.

I take her purse and dig out the keys. As soon as I push the door open, I pull her inside and slam it shut.

I have her pressed against it before she can say anything, my lips on hers, needing to taste her. I know this is barbaric and our first time shouldn’t, and won’t, be against the door of her house, but if I don’t feel her skin against my lips right this second I’m going to explode.

This dress has been killing me the entire night—the amount of skin she showed drove me absolutely mad. Not as crazy as the slit that went so far up her leg that I swear it wouldn’t be hard to see how wet she is right now.

And now knowing she had on nothing underneath, I’m a man possessed. Thank God I didn’t know that during the event because we’d never have made it past her front door.

My lips leave hers as I kiss my way down her chin, then to her chest, as I lower myself to my knees. I hear her suck in a shaky breath.

I place my hand on her ankle, loving the feel of her smooth skin against my palm.

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