Page 11 of His to Unwrap
And looking at her now, there’s a part of me that’s glad I have zero power to resist her. Even if tonight is yet another exercise in torture watching her from afar, it will be worth it just to see her.
She dressed up for the party in a dark green, tight-as-sin bodycon dress. It hugs every one of her amazing curves and is cut high enough on her plump thighs to make me dizzy with lust. Her blond hair is pulled up on the top of her head, showing off the graceful line of her neck. And her cleavage—holy fuck. How in the hell am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?
Especially since the last time I saw her, those tits were completely bare for me, along with the rest of her amazing body, while she thrust her fingers into her pussy at my command.
Across the table, Cam laughs. “You should see your face right now. You’re so fucked.”
I groan. “Yeah, I’m aware.”
“Hello gentlemen.” Philip Matthews, another friend, appears at our table alongside Luke Davis. They’re both very happily married to the submissives of their dreams, and it’s not typical to see them at the club without their women.
Cam says as much as he gestures for them to join us. “Where’re the better halves?” he asks and the guys take their seats.
Philip nods to a table only a few yards away filled with laughing women. “Socializing.” He sounds so grumpy about it, we all laugh. Whoever would have thought that the great Philip Matthews, world renowned Dom with a terrifying reputation, would be so whipped by his wife.
The guys fall into an easy conversation about their businesses, the kind of thing that normally bores me to tears. Philip and Cam are in finance, Luke in some tech operation. I own a security company, mainly because I couldn’t stand theidea of sitting in a stuffy office once I got injured and had to leave the Army. Conversation about the stock market and whatever bullshit finance regulation is so not my forte.
At least, that’s the excuse I give myself for letting my eyes wander. Noelle has moved a bit, further down the bar to make room for the crowd waiting to be served. I hate even the few additional feet of distance she’s put between us.
She laughs at something her friend says, her head falling back a little, and I’m reminded of the way she’d tilted her head back when she’d been writhing on that chair and?—
I’m jerked out of that happy recollection when a man appears at Noelle’s side, standing far too fucking close. She smiles up at him like they’re old friends, and I experience a very intense, satisfying fantasy of ripping his hand off when he touches her shoulder.
“Clarke?” Luke asks, sounding confused. It’s only then that I realize that I’ve stood, my feet already moving me in the direction of the bar. I hear Cam snicker. “Ignore him,” he says as I walk away. “I think someone is getting a little too close to his favorite toy.”
I stalk toward the bar, my anger growing as the asshole leans down to murmur something in Noelle’s ear. He’s way too fucking close. And why does she look so happy to see him?
Her friend—another dancer named Brittney, I think—sees me first. Her eyes widen at whatever she sees on my face, and she mutters something to Noelle before I reach them, making her spin in place to face me.
My breath catches in my throat. She’s so much more beautiful up close. From here I can see the little red bow on her neckline, right in the center of her cleavage, and the smattering of gold glitter dusted across her chest and shoulders, making her skin shimmer under the lights.
My perfect little angel,I think to myself, wanting more than anything to defile her sweet purity.
“Roman,” she says, voice breathy. Then she does something that shocks me to my core—she smiles. Not the showy entertainer smile I’ve seen her give to a bunch of other men in this club. Not even the sweet shy tilt of her lips she usually gives me when I’m close to her. No, this smile is completely different.
She looks genuinely, and completely happy to see me. Happy and excited and maybe even a little relieved. The expression on her face keeps me from pushing the asshole at her side out of the way.
“I didn’t think you’d be here,” she says, taking a step closer to me, seeming to forget the guy she’d been talking to. I feel a ridiculous swell of triumph in my chest. That’s right, asshole. Not yours.
Not yours either,a little voice reminds me, but I ignore it.
“You didn’t say you were coming,” she continues, sounding a little more shy now, more like how she usually is when she talks to me. “Last week, when I mentioned it…”
She trails off when I do nothing but stare at her. Fuck, what is wrong with me? Why can’t I just have a conversation like a normal person?
Because the woman I’m obsessed with is standing three feet away looking like a Christmas wet dream and stealing every coherent thought from my head.
“I figured I could use a little Christmas cheer in my life,” I manage to grunt out, then immediately feel like an idiot. I sound like a jackass trying to flirt with someone way outside of my league.
But her entire face lights up at my words, and I decide it’s worth feeling like an idiot to see her looking like that.
“Gabe,” Brittney says in an overly-casual voice. “You wanna go play pin the nose on naked-Rudolph with me?”
“Uh.” The guy—Gabe, I guess—looks between me and Noelle like he’s not sure how to respond. But Brittney takes his arm in a firm grip and starts to drag him away. “We’ll see you guys around,” she calls brightly. Then they’re gone, leaving us alone, and I make a mental note to send the girl a Christmas fruit basket or something.
“Pin the take on naked-Rudolph?” I ask, once they’ve disappeared into the crowd. Noelle giggles—fucking cutest sound ever—and points to a group of people across the lounge. There’s a man and woman, both naked except for fur underwear and antler headbands. Blind folded party-goers approach them one at a time to stick a red paper circle somewhere on their body.
“Uh…” I mutter, and Noelle giggles again.
