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I snorted, covering my mouth to hold in the laughter that threatened to bubble up. "I can't believe she threw the mallet."
"I can. Remember when she threw her phone in the pool because Roger liked someone else's Instagram post?"
"God, how could I forget? She made the pool guy drain the whole thing to get it back."
We finished our game in much better spirits, though I noticed several of the other women seemed more willing tochat with us now. Funny how Stephany's meltdown had broken some invisible social barrier.
"Okay, food time!" Rita linked her arm through mine as we made our way to the vendor tents. "I saw these amazing little pastry things earlier that we need to try."
The setup was impressive. Various stations offered everything from elegant finger sandwiches to elaborate desserts. We started at one end, determined to try at least one thing from each vendor.
"Oh my god," I moaned around a chocolate-covered strawberry. "This is amazing."
"Right?" Rita popped a tiny éclair into her mouth. "Jan may be, well, Jan, but she knows how to throw a party."
I glanced over at the men's side of the lawn where their game was wrapping up. Aldaine caught my eye and slowly licked his bottom lip, making my breath catch. Even from this distance, I could see the heat in his gaze.
"Your man is looking at you like you're the dessert," Rita nudged me with her elbow.
I felt my cheeks warm but couldn't look away from him. The intensity in his dark eyes made something flutter low in my abdomen, a sensation I was becoming dangerously accustomed to whenever he looked at me like that.
"Yeah, he does that," I was trying for casual but heard the breathless quality in my own voice. Rita's knowing smirk didn't help matters.
But beneath the heat and the attraction, I felt my heart tug slightly. A small voice whispered doubts I couldn't quite silence. Was any of it real? Or was this all just an elaborate performance for Stephany's benefit? The contract between us had clear terms, but nowhere in our agreement had it specified the way my pulse should race when he was near, or how I should crave his touch even when no one was watching.
"Lucky girl." Rita grabbed two glasses of champagne froma passing waiter, handing one to me. "To your incredibly hot, obviously loaded, definitely into you boyfriend. And to Stephany's epic tantrum that I will treasure forever in my memory."
I clinked my glass against hers, laughing. "I'll drink to that."
Chapter Eleven
CHAPTER 11: ROSIE
After the game, Aldaine and I retreated to our room, both of us still buzzing from the day's events. I could feel the tension between us, a palpable energy that seemed to crackle in the air. As soon as the door closed behind us, I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Aldaine," my voice barely above a whisper. "I want you."
He looked at me, surprise flickering in his dark eyes. "Rosie," his voice low and husky. "Are you sure?"
I nodded, taking a step towards him. "I want you," I repeated, my hands reaching for the buttons on his shirt. "All of you."
He hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching mine. Then, with a slow nod, he began to undress, his movements deliberate and controlled. I watched as he revealed his true form, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of his beautiful, magenta-colored skin.
I reached out, my fingers tracingthe lines of his chest and abs, marveling at the feel of his smooth, hard muscles beneath my touch. He shuddered at my touch, his eyes closing briefly as he let out a low growl.
"Rosie," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You don't know what you're doing to me."
I smiled, my fingers continuing their exploration as I slowly helped undress him. When he was finally naked, I knelt in front of him, my eyes never leaving his. I could see the desire in his gaze, the hunger that matched my own.
I took his cock in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head as I sucked gently. He let out a low moan, his hands tangling in my hair as I worked him with my mouth. I could feel him growing harder, his cock swelling in my mouth as I teased and tormented him.
When I felt him nearing the edge, I pulled back, my eyes meeting his. He looked at me, his gaze filled with lust and frustration.
"Rosie," his voice low and dangerous. "You're playing with fire."
I smiled, my hands reaching up to cup his face as I stood. "I know, but I want that burn."
With that, he grabbed me, lifting me with startling ease before tossing me onto the bed. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he climbed over me, his magenta skin gleaming in the dim light. His tail smooth and powerful, snaked around my waist in a possessive grip, holding me exactly where he wanted me. I glimpsed the raw hunger in his dark eyes just before he entered me with one swift, powerful thrust.
