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Knows she’s playing with fire.

And fuck, does she look ready to get burned.

“Does my Ry Ry want to be a bad boy?” she coos, fluttering her lashes. “Does he want to drag me into that bathroom and make me scream his name?”

I don't hesitate.

I snatch her hand, pull her out of her chair, and carry her straight into the women’s lounge without a single fucking apology.

Once inside, I press her down onto one of those fancy-ass chaise lounges and hover over her, breathing hard.

“Open your mouth, Presley,” I rasp.

Her eyes shine with mischief and submission. “Yes, sir.”

It nearly breaks me.

I free myself, my cock thick and throbbing, and Presley leans forward without hesitation, wrapping those sinful lips around me, sucking me down with slow, devastating pulls until I'm cursing under my breath and gripping her hair like a lifeline.

“Fuck, Presley,” I groan, riding the edge as she brings me to one of the fastest, hardest orgasms of my life.

When I’m finished, when I’m trembling with the aftershocks, I cup her face and look down at her messy, perfect mouth.

“Show me,” I order. She opens her mouth wide, showing me the mess I've made. “Swallow it, baby.”

She smiles as she swallows, then licks her lips like a fucking queen.Mine.

“All done,” she purrs. “Now can we finish dinner?”

I tuck myself back in, heart pounding, and help her to her feet. “We can do anything you want, Little Hellion. The night is yours.”

As we emerge from the lounge, Presley blinks around in confusion. “Why are we the only ones here?”

“I rented the whole restaurant,” I murmur, my hand finding the small of her back.

She gasps, turning to me with glassy, teary eyes. “You did this for me?”

“Everything I do is for you.”

She throws herself into my arms, kissing me with a sweet, desperate need that makes me want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her straight to the nearest bed.

“I love you, Rygaard.”

“I love you more, Little Hellion.”

And tonight?

Tonight is just the beginning of our infinity.

Chapter Forty-Two

Keifer

Just look at them.

Grinning at each other like they belong together. Like everything before this meantnothing.

Presley doesn’t even know she’s making a fool of herself.

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