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Bare.
“You’re angry,” she whispers.
“No.” My thumb draws lazy circles against her spine. “Just thinking about how reckless you are.”
Her smile tilts. “You mean fun.”
“Dangerous,” I correct.
“Maybe I like danger.”
The way she says it, it’s a fucking weapon.
She rolls her hips against mine. Every breath she takes brushes my neck. The music thrums through us, heartbeat to heartbeat.
“Careful, Princess,” I murmur, my mouth brushing her ear. “Keep testing me, and you’ll find out exactly how dangerous I can be.”
She looks up at me through her lashes. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
The crowd disappears.
The lights blur.
It’s just her and me, bodies moving in sync like we’ve been choreographed by something crueler than fate.
I spin her once, dragging her back flush against me.
Her breath catches and she shivers.
And I feel everything.
No panties.
My jaw locks, and I dip my head until my lips brush her temple. “You’re playing a vicious game.”
Her voice is barely a whisper. “And you’re finally playing with me.”
That does it.
The restraint snaps.
I turn her to face me, hand sliding up her throat, not tight, just enough to make her eyes darken, enough to let her feelwhat she does to me.
She grins up at me, lips trembling. “You’re smiling, Irish.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
But I am. For the first time in forever, I’m not thinking about control or alliances or what I’m supposed to be. I’m just dancing with her. My little storm in heels, who looks at me like she might actually see what’s underneath the armor.
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“Do you want to get out of here?” I ask, looking up at him.
A grin twitches on his lips. “And go where?”
I chew on the inside of my mouth and shrug playfully. “Where do you want to take me, sir?”
