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He growls in satisfaction as my moans grow louder, faster and more frequent. I start rocking my pussy against his face and he begins to moan too. The deep, low sounds he is making is only edging me closer to an orgasm, vibrating against my skin.

My legs are shaking so much that for a moment I think I might fall off the top of the dresser, but his hands are on me and he would never let that happen.

My entire body begins to shake, it’s out of my control

Right now, whether I want to or not,I do belong to him. I am his and he may do whatever he wants with me.

The orgasm seems to hit me from every single direction. Like an explosion, it smashes into me, piercing every nerve ending, contracting every muscle. My body spasms, held safe in his hands, I tilt my head back and let myself feel everything.

It keeps rolling through me, over and over again, seemingly never ending.

Until it does.

And I’m gasping for air.

He stands up and grabs my face, kissing me, letting me taste myself on his lips.

When he leans back, he wipes his thumb over my mouth and his eyes stare into me. It’s like he can see everything about me. Like he knows exactly who I am.

My heart pulls tight and he smiles that gorgeous smile.

“Let’s get back to the party before they think we’re up to no good,” he chuckles, lifting me off the dresser, my body sliding down his until my feet are back on the ground.

Chapter 12 - Radmir

I am not entirely sure why I thought Jade would start opening up to me after the party, because I was so very, obviously wrong.

She is avoiding me twice as much and spends a lot of her time in the sunroom with my orchids. Amongst all the beauty in my life—where she might belong.

She is stiff and gives me the cold shoulder when we bump into each other in the kitchen or in passing in the hall ways.

I’m losing patience with her, even though I know that would never happen. I have a world of patience when it comes to trying to break down her walls, because she is worth it. I don’t know when I figured that out, but she is. It’s frustrating, though.

I want to find a way to reach her, to break down these barriers between us.

I think I have to make a grand gesture, take her somewhere really incredible, spoil her.

It’s late morning on Friday and I’m sitting at my desk. I can hear her in the sun room, walking around, singing a little out of tune, but still so beautiful.

Pulling my laptop open, I email one of my favorite restaurants and book us a table on the rooftop. It’s the most incredible view in the entire city.

Then I grab my phone, slip it in my pocket and stand up.

As I walk out the office door, I turn left to the sunroom.

Leaning against the doorframe, I call her name and she jumps a little.

“Hi, Jade,” I grin.

“Hi,” she replies, keeping her eyes on the flowers spread through the sunroom.

“Be ready at seven,” I say casually.

“For what?” she asks, spinning to face me with her brows knotted.

“For an evening out.”

“What kind of evening out? You can’t just tell me to be ready. I need to know what to wear. An evening on the ice rink skating around in circles requires a different dress code to an evening at a little restaurant by the waterfront,” she sasses boldly.

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