Page 43 of Dominate
I nod slowly, looking at every serious, sombre feature on his face. “I’m starting to.”
Without another word, Gareth takes my mouth in a long, languid kiss. It’s sensual and deep. Soft and wonderful. It’s so wonderful, it makes sacrificing time with Sophia seem worth it for this chance at my own happiness.
Suddenly, we’re bumped into as the rest of the crew joins us on the dance floor, catcalling and whistling at our public display of affection. Gareth doesn’t stop smiling the entire time, the smug asshole.
A couple of drinks and several songs later, I’m leaving the restroom after freshening up my lipstick when Vi and Leslie stumble around the corner.
“Sloan!” Leslie squeals excitedly, clutching the black gift bag from earlier and gesturing to Vi. “Quick, Vilma, pick something out for Sloan.”
Vi hiccups and rifles through the bag. “It’s so weird giving my brothers’ partners sex toys.”
“Well, Adrienne doesn’t get cousins unless those boys procreate.”
Vi’s eyes fly wide. “Good point, Leslie. That is why they love you so much at the office. You’re a big picture thinker.”
Vi giggles as she digs down to the bottom of the bag. “I’m like a sex Santa, and I know you’re fucking my brother and this is weird, but I’m drunk and I hopefully won’t remember this in the morning. Here.”
I look down as she hands me a set of crystal-encrusted handcuffs with a really long chain linking them together.
“Really?” I laugh and hold them out to examine. “Something about me screams, ‘Lock her up?’”
Vi shakes her head from side-to-side. “No! My brother is the one who needs to be controlled. He’s completely overpowering. He’s wonderful, but he’s a lot. I have a feeling you’re going to need these at some point in your relationship.”
Oh, Vi. Sweet, sweet little sister. If you only knew.
Without another word, she stumbles into the bathroom with an equally tipsy Leslie. Biting my lip, I slip her gift into my purse and ponder whether or not I want to show them to Gareth.
I’m just getting them tucked away when a large pair of warm arms wrap around me from behind. The manly musk of Gareth invades all of my senses as I turn around and look up at him. “Where did you come from?”
He gestures behind him. “The loo, but I’m more interested in wherewe’regoing.”
My brows lift. “Are you ready to go?”
He nods seriously, moving me so my back is pressed up against the wall. “Are you ready to go?” he asks me in turn, hovering over my lips with a hungry, possessive look in his eyes.
“That depends,” I husk, pulling my lower lip into my mouth teasingly.
“Depends on what?” he nearly growls in a warning tone as his gaze flicks back and forth between my mouth and my eyes.
My tone is deathly serious when I reply, “On whether or not you’ll admit to listening to Taylor Swift on the soccer field.”
His entire body goes stiff against mine and not in the delicious, “We’re about to get it on” sort of way.
“Excuse me?” he asks, his tone far different than it was a moment ago.
I try to maintain my composure—really I do—but I can’t help it. I burst into giggles and drop my head onto his chest. Mumbling into his shirt, I reply, “We all know the truth.”
He pulls back from me, crooking his hand under my chin so I have to look at him. “What truth is that?”
I lose all humour in an instant. “That you’re a nightmare dressed like a daydream.”
“That’s it,” he growls and in one swift move, he throws me over his shoulder. “You’re going to pay for this, Treacle.”
“Gareth!” I shriek, my hands fumbling to not drop my purse as I grapple for purchase on his back. “Put me down!”
“No,” he replies flatly and smacks me hard on the ass. “You’ve been a bad girl.”
“Gareth!” I squeal with laughter, then smack him on the ass right back just as Vi and Leslie come out of the bathroom and stare down the hallway at us.
