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I smooth down my tux jacket and get back to it.

CHAPTER 35

SABRINA

I reach aroundand tug at the zipper to the dress, thankful Noah didn’t mention anything about leaving it on. When Ebba pulled it off a rack in her room this afternoon, I instantly fell in love. It’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t have picked the light blue shade myself, but I found myself entranced by it the second she held it out to me.

“Ugh,” I groan when the zipper refuses to budge.

A knock on my door interrupts my grappling.

Shit. Worried I forgot something Maddie needs, I rush across the room. But when I throw it open, Maddie and Ebba aren’t the ones hovering in the hallway.

Noah plows into me, pushing me back against the wall, and behind him, the door shuts with a too-loud clang.

“How did you get back here so soon?” I ask between kisses.

Though I spent an hour chatting with Ebba in her room, I figured Noah would be gone for a while longer.

He turns me around, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin of my neck as he pulls the zipper down. It gets stuck halfway down my spine, refusing to budge, and rather than easing it up and trying again, he grasps the top of the garment and yankshard on the little tab. Instantly, a telltale ripping sound fills the air.

“Noah!” I shriek, clasping at the loose fabric covering my chest. “Ebba’s going to kill me.”

He spins me back around, then takes a step back to shuck off his tux jacket and yank at his bow tie with impatient fingers. “I’ll buy her a new one.”

I release my hold on the now ruined dress, and the fabric falls to the floor.

With a groan, he palms his hardening cock over his pants. “Jesus, fuck. Curls. How did I get so lucky?” His eyes rake me over, taking in the lacy white strapless bra and matching panties. “You look like a dream.”

With a single step closer, I work his tie free and drop it to the floor. It’s been a long day, but suddenly, I’m feeling recharged. How could I not when my body craves his like a drug?

A slight shiver courses through him when I work the button at his Adam’s apple free. Quickly, I move to the next, and he starts at the bottom and works his way up. We meet in the middle, and then I slip my hands beneath the garment and slide it over his shoulders. He shrugs out of it, then tugs his undershirt over his head and tosses it.

When it lands on the lampshade beside the bed, we burst into a fit of laughter.

Cupping my cheeks, he lowers his lips to mine, and my laughter quickly turns to a moan.

I sink into him, slipping my hands down his pecs and abs to the trail of hair from his navel to his waistband.

With two fingers, he tilts my head to the side, then peppers kisses down the length of my neck and over my left shoulder.

Then, without warning, he picks me up.

I squeal in surprise and cling to him as he carries me across the room. Rather than take me to the bed, though, he strides to the window.

The glass is darkly tinted, making it impossible for people outside to see in when the room is this dark. Even so, when he whispers, “I want all of London to watch me fuck my girl,” a thrill courses through me.

Never in my life have I craved belonging to a man, yet when Noah calls me his? I eat it up like a gourmet dessert.

He spins me around and flicks the clasp on my bra, and the flimsy fabric tumbles to the floor.

When he forces me forward until my breasts are pressed against the cool glass, I gasp, and goose bumps prickle my skin.

Behind me, he drops to his knees and carefully removes my underwear. He lifts one foot, then the other, and stuffs the panties into his pocket.

“Weirdo,” I tease.

He spanks my ass, the loud slap echoing through the dark room.

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