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“You know entirely too much about this.”
“I took a women’s literature class in college. It was eye opening.”
He stands and I start to gather the dishes. He knocks my hands away. “Relax, Lace. Pretend I’m your man servant for the day.”
“Does my man servant provide orgasms?”
“Multiple orgasms.” He winks.
I laugh as he walks to the sink with the dishes.
My heart warms as I watch him putter in the kitchen. I don’t need to question it further. This is love.
I love Eli. The man I can laugh and joke with. The man who brings me unbelievable pleasure in bed. The man who cooks for me. The man I don’t mind being in my space.
The man I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Chapter 27
“I didn’t think this through.” ~ Eli
Eli
Paisley opens her door and I drink her in. I thought the dress she wore to the fundraiser couldn’t be topped. I was wrong.
The deep V of this dress dips to her waist revealing a tantalizing trail of naked skin. While the skirt of the dress is loose and flowing, it also has a slit that reaches past her hip.
There is no way she’s wearing a bra or panties underneath this dress. I growl. “Tell me you’re wearing underwear under this dress.”
She blinks. “I’m wearing underwear under this dress.”
She’s clearly lying. My cock hardens and lengthens as I imagine removing her dress and revealing her naked body. She can keep those sexy stilettos on, though. The gouges they’ll cause in my back will be worth it.
“You’re lying.”
“You made me.”
“Are you trying to torture me?”
I wrap an arm around her to draw her near but pause when I touch bare skin. I whirl her around to investigate. Her back is completely bare. My cock pulses in my pants. I want to lavish kisses on her back while I pound into her from behind.
Paisley bats her eyelashes. “Do you not approve of my dress?”
“I’m going to spend the evening fighting off men.”
She snorts. “This is Smuggler’s Hideaway. The men on this island have ignored me for the past ten years. I think you’re good.”
“What about the tourists?”
“Tonight is the dance to announce the sexiest man on the island. The tourists are mostly women.” She rakes her gaze over me. “I’m the one who’ll be spending the evening fighting off women.”
I run a hand down my front. “You approve of my tux?”
She shrugs. “It’s a bit over the top. Most men wear suits. Some men wear shorts and flip-flops.”
“I don’t mind sticking out.” I wink.
She nods to my hard cock. “You’re sticking out now.”